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Chen Qiuniang chuckled "oh" and said slowly: "Young man, don't be too conceited, you don't even know yourself." ”

"The little doll is still learning to be seventy or eighty years old, pretending to be deep, no big or small." Zhang Ci jokingly talked.

Chen Qiuniang laughed and hid her face to look at him. He's standing on the ground dealing with the fish. The firelight reflects the face, and the eyebrows are lowered, which has another charm. She felt an indescribable joy in her heart, like a field of sunlight, where flowers bloomed one after another. She never knew that one day, her heart would be so happy for a person.

She looked at the man in front of her who was carefully dealing with fish and meat, and thought: This is love.

originally thought that after Dai Yuanqing, the backwater-like heart would no longer make waves. In that time and space, her heart was drooping and old, and she was so vicissitudes that she was not a little angry. It is only when she is faced with food that she feels a little warm. It is only when she cooks food that she fantasizes about making it for the people she loves.

Underneath her quiet and intellectual appearance, she always fantasized about a little girl: fantasizing that her parents were still there, the food she cooked, and how her parents liked it; imagined that he and Dai Yuanqing were not cousins, he was his husband, she studied the dishes carefully at home, and he came back from work to eat with relish; Fantasizing about having children of her own, she cooks hearty meals and makes delicious snacks for them.

She is often fascinated by food, and she doesn't know whether she is intoxicated by the deliciousness or the warmth of the illusion when she cooks food.

At that time, when she first arrived abroad, she was unaccustomed to eating food, unable to hear clear words, and even the climate, plants, birds, and even mosquitoes were unfamiliar. My grandmother's health is already very bad, and she often talks to herself, showing her rejuvenating side, and often stubbornly says that the food is not delicious.

She always felt very guilty about her grandmother, because she was so old and had to leave her hometown because of her affairs and sail the ocean with her. Therefore, in order for her grandmother to eat better, she tried all kinds of ways to make the tricky dishes that her grandmother asked for. Those dishes are all owned by big families, and they are eaten by my grandmother's young master and her grandfather's tricky mouth. When my grandmother was a big girl, she often ate with him, and she was particular about the ingredients and heat.

In a distant foreign land, even the cooking utensils are different from those in China, let alone the seasonings. At first, she made those tricky dishes, and my grandmother always shook her head and refused to eat them. Later, she plunged into it, researching various recipes, looking for all possible seasonings, and asked her Chinese neighbors to buy some spices and even some cooking utensils from China.

As she devoted herself to it, she forgot the pain brought to her by the Dai family, and was alone in the world of Chinese food. Reading classics all day long, looking for ingredients and seasonings, hands-on cooking, and at the same time recording their experiences and starting to form their own recipes.

It was also because of this dedication that she quickly adapted to life abroad and quickly came out of her grief. It is also because of this input that the meals she cooks are often praised by her neighbors; It is also this kind of investment that she gradually became famous in the local area, with magazines asking her to write food columns, and some people asking her to cooperate in opening a Chinese-style restaurant.

She co-opened a Chinese-style restaurant, personally selected chefs, and cultivated potential stocks. Because of the opening of a Chinese restaurant, she plunged headlong into the study of ancient culture, and began to rent Chinese condiment plants that could be introduced on a nearby farm, such as dogwood, Sichuan pepper, and fine spices.

She has made the restaurant to the extreme, from the dishes, the waiters to the restaurant culture. The restaurant, called the "Han Tang Hotel", has become the place to experience the purest Chinese culture in just two years. In Switzerland, which is full of tourists, that restaurant is famous. And she is also becoming famous in the Chinese circle, and even the domestic food column has begun to ask for articles, believing that she is a Chinese who spreads the true classical culture and is a hero who saves the declining cuisine.

Fate played a joke on her in an unexpected place, and gave her a life opportunity of fame and fortune in an unexpected place. She looked at the "Han Tang Hotel" with a flood of guests, and sometimes suddenly felt that this was not herself, or that there was another self in this world.

Because the business of the restaurant is very good, she can no longer simply indulge in the food, and immerse herself in the warmth and peace brought by the food. She often thinks of those painful pasts, and only feels that she has great sadness surging from within, and her heart is like an abyss, and great sorrow is whining in the abyss. made her feel cold to the bone, hugged herself all night long, and tears flowed down her eyes.

The person who cooperated with her restaurant was a Chinese businessman, a woman who had gone through vicissitudes, noticed her strangeness, and did not ask anything, but said: "Go out for a walk, and see the food and scenery of various places on the road." The little wave in the long river of fate is nothing remarkable. You're still alive and healthy, aren't you? ”

She was silent for a long time, then nodded gratefully to the woman and packed her bags. Since then, I have been on the road, seeing different scenery, researching different cuisines, and meeting different people.

I've also met nice men, and I've been good to her. But she found out that no matter what. Dai Yuanqing and her all kinds of vividness, she will subconsciously compare, as soon as she compares, she feels that those men are boring, not considerate enough, and not enough to love her. Yes, too many people are good in all aspects, but they always love too much and are too reserved.

So, the final outcome is separation. After doing this a few times, she was also tired, so she simply declared that she was a cultivator, blocking all possibilities. The woman who worked with her said, "You are too perfectionist, how can there be perfection in this world?" Aren't you crippled even with the One? You're not together. ”

"I know, but it can't be done." She sighed too. To be honest, how much she wants to forget those pasts, just be an ordinary person, and do an ordinary fireworks life. Sometimes she even thinks that if she hadn't read so many books, watched so many talented and beautiful women, and the love of beautiful women and heroes, just like the women in the village, she could know a few words, calculate the accounts of daily expenses, marry an honest and reliable rural boy, have children, work at sunrise and rest at sunset. I don't know how good it would be to have the so-called love in the world, just live your life like that.

In this sense, she often feels that reading too much is not necessarily a good thing.

"It's impossible to settle, then you just wait for the day when you meet someone, so that you can feel bright, bright and beautiful." The woman teased her.

She just smiled at her, too. She felt that her heart was dead, and for the rest of her life, she was afraid that she would never be able to live again, and she was afraid that she would be lonely for the rest of her life. Even when she was researching food, in order to forget those pains, she lit a soothing aroma and tried her best to enter the fantasy to experience joy and warmth.

However, between tossing and turning, the soul wears through a thousand years. She met Zhang Ci in this time and space, and the heart that she thought was already dead came back to life. In this time and space, she still thinks of Dai Yuanqing occasionally, but that little sadness is really not enough to mention. And, she knew for herself, she wouldn't even think of him once in a long, long time. Her mind is always thinking about survival, pondering Zhang Ci's actions.

At first, she didn't realize that she paid so much attention to Zhang Ci; Later, in the battle of Zhuxi Lake, she only said that she repaid the favor; Later, she learned about Zhang Ci's life experience, she felt very sorry for him, and she thought it was just sympathy. But tonight, at a critical moment, she suddenly realized that even if he sacrificed his life, even if he wanted to stay away from him from now on, he didn't want him to be hurt in the slightest. She wanted him alive and that he was safe, no matter what the cost.

And at this moment, on this moonlit night, between the deserted mountains and wilderness, looking at Zhang Ci under the reflection of the bonfire. Her heart sprouted like a seed that had broken through the ice, absorbing the sunlight and blooming the most joyful flowers.

At this time, she has always been very realistic, but she can't help but think: If time stops, there is no conspiracy, she does not have the identity of the princess of the dead country, and he does not have the fetters of the nine families. He is a chivalrous wanderer, and she is a little girl in the countryside. The two are in love with each other, Qin Se and Ming, from then on, before the flower and the moon, white-headed to old.

That's love. She looked at the man with an innocent smile in front of her and asked herself inwardly.

"Yes. That's love. She replied to herself in her heart. Tears suddenly welled up and rolled down silently. She thought that she would never have such a flow of feelings again in her life, but now, she clearly and clearly felt that love had come. The proud son of heaven with a tragic fate in front of him is his love.

It's just that, why isn't it a good person who can stay together until the end of the day? She wanted to look up and question the sky, but she could only sit there, greedily watching his smile in the last moments of their relationship.

Zhang Ci was still carefully picking fish with 0 spines, and then eating the barbecued fish in a big gulp. The fatty fish was almost left with a skeleton, so he looked up at her with great satisfaction, gave her a thumbs up, and said, "It is worthy of being the chef of Yunlai Restaurant, it is delicious." ”

"If you like it, it's fine." She hurriedly said, pretending to smile and wipe the tears from her face.

"I like it." He replied with a smile, and learned to wrap the fish that had been washed and tasted with grass juice like Chen Qiuniang did, and then put it on the fire to roast.

"I'm still good at this heat. I used to go to various places all the time, and I didn't like to eat that kind of hard dry food, so I always barbecued game. However, at that time, there were people who carried salt and sesame oil with them. He said as he barbecued.

"You really enjoy it, and you carry sesame oil and salt with you when you are in a hurry." Chen Qiuniang said with a smile.

"But the barbecue is still not as soaked in your simple grass juice, and it is delicious to wrap it in orange leaves. Sure enough, it's the chef. Zhang Ci said with a sigh, and then turned the fish over quickly, and asked playfully, "Girl, you are as beautiful as a flower, and your cooking skills are excellent." Such a beautiful woman, is it good to marry me? ”R1152