With Bo Zeyu's human wind shield, Mu Xiaoxiao suddenly felt less cold. She couldn't see it, and thought it was because the wind outside had become lighter. The curled up body slowly unfolded, rubbed his hands, and gossiped with him, "You haven't eaten all day, are you hungry?" ”

"Sort of." After Mu Xiaoxiao's reminder, he was really a little hungry.

"Then let's go find something to eat." With that, she stood up.

"Be careful!"

"Oops!" Bo Zeyu was a step late to remind, Mu Xiaoxiao's head hit the eaves above, and she grinned in pain. threw himself on the ground and wailed, "It hurts me." ”

"I'm telling you to be careful." Bo Zeyu hated iron and pushed her shoulder, and he didn't use force.

Mu Xiaoxiao raised her tearful face and sulked, "You should have said it earlier." ”

"......" This time, Bo Zeyu pushed her away hard.

Mu Xiaoxiao shook her body, and the smaller wind whistled again.

The roof of the ship flickered on and off.

A small kang was set up in the middle, and it suddenly warmed up a lot.

Mu Xiaoxiao was attracted by the firelight, gathered around the fire kang, and stretched out his hand to keep warm.

Bo Zeyu, who came over with food, kicked away her coat, which was about to be burned.

found a seat near her and sat down, and now he didn't want to talk about some of Mu Xiaoxiao's problems.

"Prince, where did you find all this food?" Mu Xiaoxiao shamelessly took a piece of meat from his hungry bowl.

Bo Zeyu looked at her angrily, "Mu Xiaoxiao, didn't you have lunch?" "Why are you here to snatch his stuff to eat?

Mu Xiaoxiao was still chewing the slices of meat in her mouth, and her hand reached over again, "What's the matter?" You eat it too! "She doesn't see herself as an outsider at all.

"Forget it, you can eat more!" Bo Zeyu put the bowl in the middle.

With the light, Mu Xiaoxiao could see the surroundings clearly.

knives, food should be made of, and there is flour on the table.

She pouted her fingers, "Is this the kitchen?" ”

Bo Zeyu took a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth, and replied to her casually: "Ingredient store." He rummaged for a long time to find something to eat, and now most of it went into Mu Xiaoxiao's stomach.

"Really?" Mu Xiaoxiao stood up excitedly and was eager to try.

When she was in Jiangnan, she also made some snacks with her deceased grandmother at home.

"What are you doing?" Bo Zeyu took her hand, for fear that she would go wrong again.

Mu Xiaoxiao pulled his sleeve with his backhand and asked him in a good voice: "Prince, let's see if there is pumpkin and flour here." I'll make you pumpkin pie. ”

"Pumpkin pie?!" What it was, he had never heard of.

"It's a snack I've been eating since I was a kid, you can help me find it first." Mu Xiaoxiao thought that the prince should have never eaten if he had a good life.

Bo Zeyu was stunned for a moment, a little incredulous. But the stomach is really not full.

He clapped his hands and bent over to help her find it.

"I found it!" Mu Xiaoxiao happily held a pumpkin and threw it to him, and instructed him, "Peel the pumpkin, remove the seeds, cut it into thin slices and put it in a bowl." As he spoke, he brought him a knife.

Bo Zeyu accepted the kitchen knife with some embarrassment, struggled for a while, and shirked it to Mu Xiaoxiao, "Crown princess, don't you know that this prince wants to see blood at all when he makes the knife." ”

"Good!" Mu Xiaoxiao felt that he was joking, and echoed him, "Kill this heinous pumpkin." ”

"Mu Xiaoxiao." Bo Zeyu's voice was low, and he sounded a little dissatisfied.

Mu Xiaoxiao touched her head a little embarrassed, and said honestly: "Prince, I have bad eyes, and I easily hurt myself." "She has been unlucky since she was a child, and she is easy to hurt herself when she dances with a knife or a gun.

Bo Zeyu looked at her with a hollow look at her at the waist, sighed, took the knife, and chopped the pumpkin.

"Thank you, Prince." Mu Xiaoxiao thanked her very politely.

The two have a clear division of labor, Bo Zeyu is responsible for chopping the pumpkin, Mu Xiaoxiao boils the pumpkin slices with hot water until soft, then flattens the pumpkin slices with a small spoon, adds white sugar while hot, stirs well, and finally mixes in flour and egg whites.

Round and flatten.

Finish one and roast it on the fire.

After a while, the fragrance overflowed.

Bo Zeyu, who had completed the task, lay lazily on one side, watching Mu Xiaoxiao repeat the movements, and during the cycle, her face was stained with white flour. His voice was low, as if floating from the other side of the sea, "When did you learn to cook?" ”

Mu Xiaoxiao's movements were obviously sluggish for a second, and soon resumed her operation again, but the atmosphere was obviously much more depressed, she raised her head and looked up, thinking for a long time: "Since grandma died." ”

"Yes." Bo Zeyu dragged out her voice and motioned for her to continue.

Mu Xiaoxiao was still silent, and there were some wounds that would not heal for a long time.

The sound of the firewood cracking.

Diffuse in the quiet air.

Bo Zeyu thought that Mu Xiaoxiao would not mention it.

But her voice, which was colder than the sea breeze, raised, "Grandma is very capable, she can make clothes, she can make a lot of snacks, and she is also very nice." When I was young, my father didn't have time to spend time with me, and the kids in the neighborhood didn't like to play with me, so they always bullied me in different ways. One time I ran home crying, and my grandmother happened to be cooking for me, and she ran out to help me with the theory before she could put down the knife. ”

Hearing this, Bo Zeyu smiled very unkindly. He could imagine all these scenarios.

Mu Xiaoxiao also laughed with a red nose. Grandma really loves her, even if she kills a lot of people, grandma loves her in every way.

"Have you ever seen a loofah vine?" Mu Xiaoxiao turned to him and asked.

"Nope." He told the truth.

"The loofah flower is the most attractive butterfly." As Mu Xiaoxiao's hands danced, Bo Zeyu seemed to see the scene she depicted, "Many, many butterflies can't drive away the loofah flowers, every time at this time, grandma will take me to flutter butterflies, although I will let go in the end, but the process is still very interesting." That's the size of a butterfly. Mu Xiaoxiao gestured to him, "I've caught them all, all kinds of colors." ”

What she was showing off was indeed something he had never seen before, and Bo Zeyu straightened up and listened to her with great interest.

"It's a pity." As soon as the conversation turned, sweetness turned to sadness, "Grandma still has a lot of things that I haven't taught me. "I remember my grandmother was dying and worried about her future. Grandma is really kind and never says that she is a dead star. also helped her raise a lot of cute little animals, although they all died quickly. In this life, there are too few people who can indulge her. There are too many people to blame her.

After her grandmother died, she no longer had a grandparent.

It is rumored in the Jiangnan area that she killed her grandmother.

And grandma loved her from beginning to end.

I still remember that in summer, my grandmother held her in the bamboo forest, and she waved a fan to repel mosquitoes. Grandma was tired, so she stopped. She shook her feet, and her grandmother began to fan her again.

Mu Xiaoxiao asked her mischievously, "Am I annoyed?" ”

The grandmother, who was about to fall asleep, replied to her in a daze, "It's not annoying, as long as you're happy." ”