The light veil of the night unconsciously covered everything near and far, the moonlight was hazy, the night birds were hazy, and the beaded curtains rolled up the crimson of the summer begonias in the yard.

Su Miao stood in front of the tree, pulled the robe covering her body, her expression was quiet, and her eyes were soft.

"What are you thinking about standing here alone, don't you want to wash your hair, the water is already boiling." Aftertaste said as he stood beside her.

Su Miao stood quietly in front of the dark shadow of the tree for a while, and then turned her face and said to him with a smile:

"Wash it in the yard!"

"Naturally, it's in the yard, and when you wash your hair in the house, you'll only flutter, and I'll clean up the bed when it's wet." As he spoke, he turned around and set up a basin shelf in the yard, put the copper basin on the shelf, rolled up his sleeves and mixed hot water in the basin.

Su Miao sat on the chair in front of the basin stand with a smile, spread her long hair, leaned the back of her neck on the back of the chair, and put all the black and shiny green silk into the basin.

Aftertaste covered her front with a large towel, soaked her long hair in warm water, rubbed it evenly on her hair with soap powder, and rubbed it lightly.

Su Miao closed her eyes and enjoyed his shampoo comfortably.

Aftertaste rubbed her hair unhurriedly with a pair of warm big hands, and a faint aroma of soaphorn wafted into her nose, which was extremely fresh, Su Miao was happy, but when she heard Aftertaste, she suddenly opened her mouth lightly and asked:

"Are you really going to keep racing?"

Su Miao didn't expect him to ask again, when he asked her before, she answered her and thought that he wouldn't ask again, so when he asked again at this time, she was a little surprised. opened his eyes, looked at him upside down, and asked with a smile:

"Do you want me to give up halfway?"

"Not really. It's just that you came to the competition because I won the lobbying. You don't really want to compete with other people, you don't have the idea of winning, and if you don't, why should you choose to continue to compete, wouldn't it be better to quit because you have a hand injury. Aftertaste scrubbed her hair and said lightly.

"No, it's not. I'm here to win and get a prize money. Su Miao said seriously, her expression was very serious.

Aftertaste was stunned for a moment, looked at her and said, "Didn't you say before that there were no wins or losses in a game like this. Does everyone have their own characteristics? ”

"That's what I've said, but I've also said that the chef's job is to please the client's body and mind, and judging is also a kind of guest. Even if not all guests like it. Most of the guests liked it, and naturally they won. Su Miao smiled and said, "Besides, I still want to take Chan'er, Yan'er, eldest sister, my mother and grandma to Liangdu for a ride!" ”

Aftertaste was silent, and after a while, he asked in a low voice: "Your right hand is seriously burned, it won't be fine for three or four months, and you can't even hold a kitchen knife." How to win? ”

"There's always going to be another way." Su Miao said optimistically.

"Zhao He is injured, and Chen Sheng is also injured. Brother Yan will have to take a big test tomorrow, and it won't necessarily be good in three days, we are short of manpower here, although Tong Ran's side also has assistants injured, but those are all minor injuries that break the skin, and there is no obstacle in the game, let's compare with them, obviously in a weak position. ”

"We're not going to fight, a lot of people doesn't mean anything, since we have to finish the competition, let's come in a hurry, it's not my style to go back dejected." Su Miaobian flattened her mouth and said seriously.

"What are you going to cook?" Aftertaste asked.

"I haven't thought about it yet." Su Miao said with a grin.

After tasting no more, she scooped a scoop of water from the bucket on the side and poured it on Su Miao's long hair, one scoop after another, washing her hair.

Su Miao closed her eyes and was silent for a while, then suddenly opened her mouth and asked:

"Xiao Weiwei, where does your family live in Liangdu?"

"Outside the city of Liangdu."

"Living in the Huixiang Building?"

"Hmm." The aftertaste responded faintly.

"Is your mother still in Liangdu?" After thinking for a moment, Su Miao suddenly asked.

"Here it is." Aftertaste replied ambiguously, rinsed off her long hair, wrapped it in a large towel, and wrung out the water.

Su Miao pressed the towel that wrapped her hair, lowered her head to twist her hair, withdrew the basin stand with the aftertaste, and took a large towel and walked to her to wipe her hair.

"Didn't you even go to see your mother?" Su Miao let him wipe her long hair, because his head was fiddled with by him, and the words he said were a little unsteady.

After a while, he heard it, but did not answer immediately, and after a while, he said lightly:

"Nope."

"Is Princess Narui still in Suzhou?"

"Here it is." Aftertaste replied nonchalantly, wiping her hair with a dry towel, but her mind followed her words.

In the past, before his identity was revealed, he wholeheartedly let Su Miao come to the competition just to see how far she could go, but now, the plan is not as fast as the change, not only did he see the eldest brother in Suzhou, but he learned that Lin Yan was actually his sister-in-law, and his father and Princess Rui all appeared in Suzhou, and the successive situations have completely erased the purpose of their trip, which was originally a very simple thing, but now it has become extremely complicated, which is something he did not expect and is extremely disgusting. The development of the situation completely went against his original intention, especially after Su Miao was injured, his current mood was extremely irritable, he just wanted to take Su Miao back to Fengzhou as soon as possible, as for the King of Chef Contest or something, he didn't want to care about it now, it was irrelevant, but he felt that Su Miao would definitely fall into unknown danger again if he continued to stay in Suzhou.

"How many years have you not been back to Liangdu?" After thinking for a moment, Su Miao asked with a smile.

The aftertaste was slightly stunned, and he looked up at her, but because she lowered her head, he didn't see her eyes.

"How many years?" Seeing that he didn't answer, Su Miao asked again.

After being silent for a while, Aftertaste replied nonchalantly:

"It's been a few years."

"How many years?"

"We've been together for a few years, and we've been together for a few years."

The aftertaste of the words successfully blocked Su Miao's mouth, and Su Miao pretended to have an itchy throat. He coughed dryly twice, lest he ask her how many years they had been together, which she really didn't remember.

Su Miao coughed for a while. Only then did he catch the towel he dropped with his hand with a smile, and continued to wipe his hair, and after a while, he turned his face sideways, smiled and looked at the aftertaste, and said:

"When you get to Liangdu, will you take me around to play, I heard that there are a lot of fun things in Liangdu."

The aftertaste is slightly stunned. Looking at her smiling face, she nodded slowly.

"What's interesting in Liangdu?" Su Miao asked with great interest.

Aftertaste thought silently for a moment and frowned. Said in a light tone:

"Outside the city is a Peihu Lake, and as for the inside of the city, I haven't been in it much, so I don't know. Liang Du is also a lot of people. Nothing fun. ”

The smile on the corner of Su Miao's lips curled, tilted her head to look at him for a while, smiled, and said to him:

"Then take me to have a good time this time, let's find out what is interesting in Liangdu City?"

Aftertaste was stunned, looked at her face, and then laughed:

"It's good, it's good, if you can keep racing."

"No problem. Just burned by fire. Although I haven't been deliberately burned, how can someone who plays with fire not be burned? I'll have a way. Su Miao said with a grin.

"How? Let me play for you? Aftertaste pinched her bulging cheeks and asked with a smile.

"That's a great idea, too!" Su Miao's eyes lit up, her hands clapped, and she said.

The aftertaste pinched her face.

Su Miao slapped his hand away and rubbed it on his face. Aftertaste had already walked behind her, wiped her long hair one last time, took out a small white jade comb from her arms, and slowly and gently smoothed her long hair.

Su Miao stood in front of him with her back to him, standing quietly, letting him comb her long hair, at this moment, looking from behind, the height of the two was extremely harmonious, and it was not only the height that was harmonious.

"My hand hurts." After a while, Su Miao, who had been staring at the canopy of the banyan tree opposite, suddenly spoke softly.

Aftertaste, who was combing her hair, glanced at her and asked, "Change the medicine again?" ”

"No, you don't." Su Miao replied in a shallow voice, looking at the canopy rustling by the wind, and after a while, with a smile, she said in a low voice, "Although my hand hurts, at this time, I feel a little more unwilling in my heart." I didn't notice it before, I thought at the time, if I can't win, I can't win, if I can't win, I should come and play, and if I lose, I will go home, and it's not a big deal, but I'm injured, but I feel unwilling at this time, if I go back like this, I always feel that it's a very regrettable and very embarrassing thing, even if I want to retire, it's because I want to quit, what is it to be forced to retire, rather than be forced to retire, I would rather choose to lose on this stage. ”

"Lose?" Aftertaste looked at her and asked a word with a smile.

Su Miao turned her head and stared at him for a while, curled her eyebrows, the corners of her lips hooked, and smiled:

"I'm not going to lose."

Aftertaste smiled, his wide palm gently tapping the back of her head, and his lips leaned forward and landed shallowly on her forehead.

The warm and wet touch fell on her forehead, and Su Miao laughed.

……

When the moon peeks out of the mist, the night turns pale and black.

In the north of the city, in a simple dilapidated house, a sharp sound pierced the quiet night, accompanied by the high-pitched cry of children, the distant barking of dogs began to echo, and several of them had already lit up their lights.

In the house where the strange noise came, the sound of porcelain being broken one after another sounded, followed by drunken cursing:

"Why didn't she die? Why hasn't she died yet? Slut! Slut! She deserves to die! She deserves to die! Slut! ”

In a cramped room full of stench and rancidity, the walls of which were still dripping with rainwater that had accumulated on the roof a few days ago, a woman in a coarse cloth shirt and a patched headscarf stood timidly in the doorway, holding in her arms a child crying out of fear, with tears in her eyes, looking at the drunkard who was staggering in the middle of the room with red eyes and playing drunk, sad and frightened.

"She's flying now! Slut! She's a slut! The slut of the watery poplar in the morning and twilight! She deserves to die! She deserves to die! He roared loudly, smashing another jar of wine.

"Master!" With two bubbles of tears in her eyes, the woman cried out.

"Get out!" Zhou Cheng yelled at her angrily.

The woman was so frightened by him that her soul was so frightened that she was frightened back to her tears, and she hurriedly picked up the child who was still crying on the ground, turned around and fled.

"Get out! Get lost! The drunken Zhou Cheng was still there yelling at the door, smashing three or four wine jars in a row, staring at the dark night sky outside the door with red eyes, and roaring hoarsely, "Get out!" ”

The frenzied roars resounded through the sky, causing more people to light the oil lamps again and more complaints from the neighbors.

……

Also on this night.

A gorgeous and elegant house outside the city of Suzhou.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

The strange sound of the whip came from an elaborate courtyard in the house, and the sound of the whip was very heavy and strong, but listening to it without knowing the truth, it gave people a chilling feeling.

Wei Xinyan was wearing a light yellow sprinkled gold piping satin cardigan, a stone blue satin chrysanthemum embroidered skirt that mopped the floor, and a silver-white brocade thin smoke veil. Her long sleek hair was loosely pulled into a chic half-upper, and she sat in a wenge armchair and gracefully sipped a cup of brightly colored rose tea.

Wei Xinyan is an extremely beautiful and bewitching woman, even if she has reached the age of half old, she still has charm. Beauty drinking tea, this picture is extremely beautiful, if you can ignore the creepy background-

A naked man was hung from the wall in front of her, his limbs nailed to the wall, his eyes were blind, blood was drenched, and the leather whip full of steel needles was whipped on his body again and again, and the man nailed to the wall no longer had the strength to cry out for mercy.

Wei Xinyan faced such a cruel and terrifying bloody picture, comfortable and calm, as if she was not in a cruel and gloomy torture chamber, but sitting in a bright and quiet garden.

Until the man who was nailed to the wall had his head crooked, his men stopped waving the whip and came over and whispered:

"My lord, the man is dead."

Wei Xinyan snorted from her nose, stood up, and turned around, with a hint of pride in her distorted laughter:

"Cut off the head and give it to his master."

"Yes." The men replied as they were accustomed to.

Wei Xianya walked out of the door of the torture chamber, her mood was an indescribable comfort, and at this moment, Shu Jiu cautiously walked over and lowered her head and reported:

"My lord, the stage of the King of Chefs exploded this morning, and the girl who was with the aftertaste was seriously injured."

"Exploded?" This time, Wei Xinyan didn't feel proud, she just felt shocked and frowned in surprise.

"The fire at the time of the explosion seems to have flowed out of our private gun room." Number Nine whispered tremblingly,

The aura of tyranny is everywhere, like the coldest blizzard.

Wei Xianya, who was pale, slapped her face hard, and half of her face was swollen high! (To be continued.) )