In this enclosed space where he was alone, he had a sudden feeling of being slicing a knife on the cabbage gang, and he had done the same thing many times in the afterlife before he crossed over, and even at this particular moment, the song that would always be hummed unconsciously in the kitchen of the later life also appeared so clearly in his mind.

The song is a song that has been sung all over the streets and alleys, because it is sung too much and even a little cheesy, just like cooking is a fireworks thing in love, but at that time, Tang Cheng was indeed happy when he hummed the most vulgar songs and did the most fireworks things.

All this is because of the presence of goldfish, for this woman with an eighty-point appearance and a hundred points of personality, Tang Cheng, who has never been in the kitchen, learned to cook, and began to study the recipes with the spirit of hard study back then.

However, when he was finally able to make the best sour and spicy Chinese cabbage, the people who loved this dish suddenly disappeared without news, without informing, without explanation, as if the fireworks of the four years did not exist at all.

Tang Cheng didn't know women, but he knew himself, and when he threw away the cabbage and put away the knife, he knew that he would never make hot and sour cabbage for any woman in this life.

Time flies, through reincarnation, who would have thought that in the Tang Dynasty 1,300 years ago, he would take the initiative to fiddle with a cabbage from the Tang Dynasty as he did today, but the purpose was the same as 1,300 years later, all so that a busy woman who returned late could eat better.

Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, does the butterfly become Zhuang Sheng, or does Zhuang Sheng become a butterfly? When he suddenly thought of such a metaphysical proposition from the trivialities of life, Tang Cheng shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly, nihilism is not shallow!

Does it matter, though? In the conversation with himself, Tang Cheng shook his head again, yes, it doesn't matter. The important thing is that when someone you like is good to you, you should be better to her as a man.

This is not just a responsibility, this is a real life, and the truth of happiness in a fireworks!

Laughing silently, Tang Cheng put aside these absurd and inexplicable thoughts, and began to focus on the knife in his hand and the cabbage under the knife. At least he enjoyed the process of cooking the vegetable field at this moment, and it was a very happy thing to pay for the people who were willing to pay for it, not to mention that after closing the door, in such a space where there was only one person, Tang Cheng really had a feeling of leaving the Tang Dynasty behind and reliving the life of the next generation.

At this moment, he is no longer the commander of Longmen County in the Tang Dynasty. It's just the most ordinary and ordinary in the next life. The most fireworks and perhaps the happiest family man.

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When Zheng Lingyi returned home, it was already dark. Despite the busy day, she was really tired. But the heart is very full. She would rather be as tired as she is now. I don't want to wait in the house all day long with nothing to do, as I did the other day.

From the age of twelve to enter the palace. may be destined for her life to be a life of waiting. Waiting in the deep palace of the red wall and blue tiles will not really touch the earthly people for a lifetime. Although there was no lovesickness at that time. But Jinyi's life in the ground is cold and lonely.

Lonely kills!

Until he met Tang Cheng on the way to Yangzhou. Walking out of the deep palace, Zheng Lingyi was truly freed from the loneliness that had penetrated deep into the bone marrow for the first time. However, the pleasure is always too short. As soon as she came out of the loneliness, she began to experience the same suffocating lovesickness.

Lonely kills, lovesickness is unforgettable!

With these past experiences, Zheng Lingyi is no longer willing to wait, she would rather be busy with Tang Cheng side by side like now, even if she still can't see anyone during the day, but as long as she knows that he is also doing the same thing, and she is also working hard for his ideals, this is enough, it is really enough!

After waving his hand to send her back, Zheng Lingyi looked at the *** piece of the yard in front of her, according to the experience of the past two days, her husband Tang Cheng should be sitting in it a little *** waiting for her to go home.

A bright ***, *** Tang Cheng, who was waiting for her to go home and eat together, suddenly appeared in his mind when this picture appeared, Zheng Lingyi's tired face unconsciously showed a warm and satisfied smile, and even the fatigue of the whole body seemed to disappear in an instant.

She walked towards the inner courtyard, and after entering the moon gate, she suddenly realized that in this cold day, those girls were not cooking in the house, but gathered in the courtyard, stomping their feet to keep warm, and looked at the stove with a strange face and whispered something.

Seeing this scene, Zheng Lingyi's originally smiling face suddenly sank, it was too unusual, so she said that this was the internal office of the county government, even if it was a rich man who had studied for a few days in the countryside, his family could not tolerate such unruly people, and it was originally her responsibility to govern the house.

If such a situation is to be seen by outsiders, how should we talk about her? How do you talk about your husband? Governing the family is not in order, but it is also one of the criteria for officials to evaluate meritorious officials.

"Presumptuous, what tongue do you run into the yard and chew one by one without concentrating on your ministry?" , Zheng Lingyi walked over coldly, only to realize that her personal girl Xiaoqing was actually in the crowd, which made the anger on her face even heavier.

Seeing Zheng Lingyi's angry eyes, Xiaoqing shrunk her neck and took a few steps forward, "Miss, uncle, he'...... He did it in the stove room...... Cooking, we went to persuade him to be kicked out."

"What?" , Zheng Lingyi really thought that he had heard it wrong, and only after seeing the hearth woman with a bitter face that she wanted to cry out did she really confirm the matter, "Nonsense!" After saying a faint word, she didn't care about being the girl in front of her, so she pulled her feet and walked to the stove room.

Just walked three or two steps, but she suddenly turned around and said to the girls with a cold face: "Give me a firm mouth."

If anyone dares to spread this sentence to the outside world, there is death and no life under the family law? ”。

After the girls and mothers-in-law agreed in silence, Zheng Lingyi turned around and continued to walk towards the stove room.

When she walked to the door of the stove room and was about to push the door, she suddenly heard a casual and pleasant singing voice coming from inside, yes, this voice is her husband's, but how can he sing? Moreover, the lyrics and tunes of this faintly heard song are so strange, it is neither a folk song of the Six Dynasties Yuefu with the music of the Qing Dynasty, nor is it a poem with Yan music nowadays.

Zheng Lingyi had never heard Tang Cheng sing since she met, let alone a song with such a very strange tune and lyrics, and it was this curiosity that made her slow down the movements of her hands, and she wanted to hear clearly what her husband was singing.

Gradually, she heard it clearly, and the paragraph that came faintly from it was:

I want to accompany you to wipe every yesterday, photos, diaries, bookmarks, and warmth slowly emerge.

I want to be silently considerate to let you open your eyes and see that last night's dreams have come true.

I'm also willing to help you clean your room and get a good workout so you feel safe.

Let you remember my good points, no matter what time it is, I miss me very much, I miss it very much......

The night was very quiet, and Tang Cheng's voice was not small when he was interested, so he heard every word and sentence of Zheng Lingyi clearly in this paragraph, but the more clearly she heard it, the more confused she became. This...... What the hell is singing!

What is a photo? What is a diary again? And why is the way the lyrics are so strange? When she first heard the first few sentences, Zheng Lingyi's mind was full of these questions, and even if she mobilized all her memories, she couldn't find any singing methods that matched the moment, not even similar.

But when she quietly listened to Tang Cheng humming the whole song in a loop, these once strong doubts were forgotten aside.

Music is a language without borders, even pop songs, although Zheng Lingyi can't quite understand the content of the lyrics, but he also roughly judged that this is similar to a folk love song in the Southern Dynasties, a man is expressing his love for a woman, and his method of expression is to cook for the woman, sweep the floor, laundry, in short, are the most trivial things in daily life.

None of this is important, the important thing is the long and undisguised warmth that Zheng Lingyi really felt from this song.

Listening to her husband singing such a warm and lingering love song in a familiar voice, Zheng Lingyi suddenly thought of his warm and novel love words in the garden of the foreign envoy's mansion in Yangzhou City, and forgot to push the door for a while.

What happened in the house today? Why is the lord and the lady all weird.

Just as Zheng Ling's mind was wandering, as the singing inside got closer and closer, the door of the stove room was suddenly opened.

The singing stopped abruptly, and Tang Cheng held on to the door and said in surprise: "Ling Yi, why are you here?" ”。

"Ah...... Oh... The concubine has just come back from Donggu, and I heard the girls say that the husband is inside, and he is coming over to knock on the door", Zheng Lingyi lowered his head slightly by tidying up his sideburns, "How could the husband come to the stove room?" It's just what you want to eat, let Xiaoqing come over and give an order."

With Tang Cheng's current vision, how could Zheng Lingyi hide his skills from him with such careless cover-up skills? Oh no, she heard! In a moment of thought, Tang Cheng had decided to maintain the status quo, since Ling Yi said that she didn't hear it, then he would treat it as if she hadn't heard it, this matter can't be mentioned again, let alone explained, this is really impossible to explain, it's hard to tell her to cross? Talking about the Hereafter? Tell her Muji? If you really want to do this, you will be really crazy, and it is better to pass quietly.

"Recently, it's mutton every day, and people who eat the land are really greasy and unappetizing, especially if you work hard, how can you eat it well? Besides, I'm hungry for myself, and it's rare to make something delicious by myself when I'm free", Tang Cheng smiled and stepped out of the door, "I just finished doing it here and you came back, isn't this just right?" Dinner! ”。

Seeing Tang Cheng walking towards the main room with a plate of vegetables, the girls who had just been reprimanded by Zheng Lingyi outside rushed up like a wasp that had blown up their nests, saying that they would not let Tang Cheng do it himself.

Tang Cheng is enjoying this process very much now, the picture is a hands-on fun, he really doesn't want to let these girls lose their interest, and twisted his body to protect the tray in his hand, "What should you do, no one is allowed to serve you at dinner tonight."

When the mother-in-law and girls were about to say something more, a light cough followed, and Zheng Lingyi, who was holding a bowl of hot egg flower tofu soup in his hand, walked out of the stove room.

Seeing Mrs. like this, Xiaoqing and the others were really stupid, and it wasn't until Zheng Lingyi gave two glances in a row that Xiaoqing, who had reacted, pulled the others to the side and retreated.

The lights in the main room are on, and the couch table not far from the lamp tree is steaming, a plate of crystal cabbage, a sweet and sour fish, a plate of shredded radish that is cut as fine as snow, and a large bowl of pink and tender egg flower tofu soup in the middle, in addition to a pot of Sanle berry wine that can be warmed to seven points.

The silent cold night, for the people who are really tired of eating mutton recently, these delicate and delicate clear soup dishes on the table in front of them are really pleasing to the eye like landscape paintings, just looking at it, I feel a refreshing appetite and a big index finger.

The food is good, the wine is good, the atmosphere is better, and when Zheng Lingyi looked at Tang Cheng who was adding wine to her in the steaming heat of the soup, what unexpectedly came to mind was the song just now.

The man showed his affection to the woman by cooking, doing laundry, and sweeping the floor...... Thinking about that

Looking at everything on the desk in front of him, and then looking at the comfortable and peaceful face in the mist, in such a warm atmosphere that only two people could not dissolve, Zheng Lingyi could no longer use words to describe the emotion and joy in his heart.

"Come, taste my craft", after pouring the wine, Tang Cheng did not rush to drink, but first picked up the chopsticks and put a piece of the most tender sweet and sour fish in the white porcelain cup of the torture kiln in front of Zheng Lingyi, "Eat, eat!" ”。

As Zheng Lingyi picked up the fish, Tang Cheng's hand also moved, and when Zheng Lingyi put the fish in his mouth, he unconsciously mixed it twice.

The fish is very smooth, tender and delicious, a little sour, a little sweet, this is a taste that Zheng Lingyi has never tasted, but it just fits the mood at this time.

Tang Cheng kept staring at Zheng Lingyi's face, and his chopsticks didn't move, "How is it, is it delicious?" The look of anticipation on his face intensified as he asked.

Is this still the husband who is calm and condensed in the county government, and respects the officials and clerks when they mention it? A smile slowly appeared on his face, and Zheng Lingyi nodded heavily.

Seeing Zheng Lingyi nodding, Tang Cheng did not hide his pride, and laughed out loud, "Okay, Lian Po is not old, and he can still eat." This sweet and sour fish is sour, sweet, nutritious and tastes good, you eat more."

A glass of wine, a dish, Zheng Lingyi's praise for the taste of the dish, Tang Cheng's proud laughter, the small couple sat and ate together, the atmosphere of this meal was really warm to the extreme.

The appetite of the two of them in such an atmosphere was really good, not only did they eat all three dishes cleanly, but there was nothing left of the egg flower tofu soup, even so, when Tang Cheng wanted to withdraw the soup, Zheng Lingyi insisted on not allowing it, and in the end, the little tofu soup left was also drunk by her.

The dishes are empty, such a result is really the greatest reward and comfort for the cook Tang Cheng, "Yes, Ling Yi, your performance tonight is really good, it seems that the craftsmanship of the husband is still your appetite, since this is the case, I will think about how to make you a few new dishes tomorrow night", looking at this messy plate and bowl with relief, Tang Cheng couldn't help but laugh as he spoke.

"Husband...... The concubine body is inscribed with five internal feelings", although there was already a choked voice in her voice, Zheng Lingyi still sank her face, "But the concubine body also has a few words to say."

"What else can't be said between husband and wife?".

"This cooking thing is just one time, husband must not do it again", although the smile on Tang Cheng's face inevitably froze when he heard this, Zheng Lingyi still didn't stop, "The gentleman is far away from cooking, and the husband is the respect of a county, how can he do this cheap servitude?" Not to mention that it is for the sake of being a concubine and a woman, once it is rumored, the husband will definitely become the laughing stock of others."

"What's there to cook for your family? Whoever likes to laugh will laugh", Tang Cheng shook his head disappreliantly, "It's great to say that I am afraid of the inside, what is this, isn't the famous minister of the Taizong Dynasty, Fang Xuanling, also a fear of the inside?" Not to mention that I don't really have to."

"With the respect of the minister's public affairs hall and auxiliary, but also because of the fear of the inside, he will inevitably ridicule his colleagues and the people, how can the husband have a great future, how can he bear this reputation, cultivate the Qi family and then govern the country and level the world, and the fear of the internal is that the Qi family is powerless, and even the family affairs are not good at cooking, how can he be a good official and take care of the government? The article of the official department has a Qi family is from this, the concubine knows that the husband is a heroic man, but the three of them become tigers, once such a reputation spreads, although there is no argument, the time is wrong for the husband's ambition and future, but how to let the concubine deal with herself? ”。

In the face of Zheng Lingyi's earnest words, Rao is Tang Cheng couldn't find a rebuttal in his words, cooking is small, but it reflects the concept of attitude towards life, after all, after 1,300 years, many things that later generations are accustomed to just don't work in this era, even Fang Xuanling, a generation of famous ministers who "plotted to break down", was ridiculed because of fear of being inside, not to mention his small county order.

"Take care of the heavens and the earth, and manage the people to cook in their own homes, the officials are really idle eggs", the rare good interest was spoiled, Tang Cheng couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, "That's it, I just don't do it."

"If the husband feels that the stove room is not in taste, he can change a few cooks, and the concubine will start to do it tomorrow. Or the husband will explain this cooking method to the stove room."

Where is Tang Cheng for this, what he values is the enjoyment of the cooking process for his family, but he can't make this clear to Zheng Lingyi, who has never cooked, and he didn't say much after hearing it, but only waved his hand.

Just when the two of them were relatively speechless, the maid Xiaoqing walked in from outside, and felt that the atmosphere in the room was not right, and the girl didn't raise her head and said softly: "Great official, the concierge has come to report, and there is a guest from the capital who has come from afar."

Hearing this, Tang Cheng, who was in a bad mood, stretched out his hand angrily, "Famous Thorn".

"This guest didn't bring a name thorn, only reported to the official, his surname was Zhang Mingliang, and the words were clear."

"Zhang Liang is here?" , Tang Cheng walked straight out after getting down from the couch, and Xiaoqing hurriedly picked up the lantern to follow.

"No need, you accompany your wife", Tang Cheng waved his hand and said: "In addition, you go out again tomorrow morning and tell the blacksmith master that you don't need to make hot pot anymore, and you don't have to waste a hundred steels."

After speaking, Tang Cheng didn't wait for Xiaoqing to answer, and strode out of the door by the moonlight, constantly pondering as he walked, what was Zhang Liang, who was far away in the capital, coming here at night? What happened in the capital?