"Revival of China, Chu Zhongxing... Is his purpose really that simple? ”

After returning from the old chief's courtyard, Mo Yan has been thinking about Chu Zhongxing's true purpose, and the reason that the girl said may be somewhat true, but now that there is a human federal government, why is he still obsessed with reviving Huaxia? Being able to control the entire Eastern Front, the territory and power actually controlled by the Eastern Navy Commander's Headquarters are actually not lower than when China still existed in this world.

Moreover, Chu Zhongxing wants to revive Huaxia, he does not engage in people's livelihood and does not develop science and technology, but instead thinks about the deep sea, which is the most incomprehensible to Mo Yan, is it good for him to hit the deep sea?

Thinking of this, Mo Yan unconsciously walked along the corridor that surrounded the entire Moxiang Garden to a small show building in the back garden.

When Mo Yan came back to his senses, he found that Yi Xian was sitting in the flower hall of the Xiu Lou humming a little song and doing embroidery, since he came to this garden, Yi Xian seemed to have completely let go of his restrictions on himself, and his temperament seemed much more cheerful.

Walking into the flower hall, Yixian looked up after hearing the footsteps, and then showed a beautiful smile, and greeted Mo Yan sweetly:

"Admiral, sit down."

"What do you embroider?"

Mo Yan came to Yixian's side and sat down, smiling at the embroidery in her hand.

"Akagi wants a fan, please let me embroider a fan for her."

Yixian raised the embroidery in his hand to show Mo Yan, and there was a cold plum embroidered on the thin fan surface, and a small poem was embroidered next to the cold plum.

"Tuan fan, is it your kind?"

Mo Yan stretched out his hand and took a small light cyan fan embroidered with small characters that Yixian placed on the tabletop and looked at it, the small words on it were: If life is only as first seen, when will Jiang Yue shine at the beginning of the year? Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, Jiang Yue is still the same every year. This is the ship-mounted shape module "Blue Water Bright Yarn" that comes with Yatsen, but I didn't expect Akagi to like this kind of fan too.

"Well, this is what you gave me, Admiral."

Yat-sen put the embroidery in his hand on the table, then bent down and took out a food box from under the table, uncovered the food box and took out a white porcelain cup, and placed it in front of Mo Yan.

"This is a rock sugar pear cup specially made for you, the spring weather is dry, eat some pears to moisten the lungs."

If it is packed in a food box, it should be sent to himself later, Mo Yan lifted the lid and saw that the duck pear, wolfberry, red date, and lotus seed cut into neat and small pieces were up and down in the porcelain cup, and the color was very attractive.

Mo Yan was not polite, took the porcelain spoon handed by Yixian, scooped a spoonful of Sydney pear soup and tasted it, and then his eyes lit up.

He himself once made a pear cup, and the effect of clearing his throat and moistening his lungs is okay, but the taste is a little average, and the taste is not good.

The pear cup made by Yat-sen should be steamed with rock sugar in the most common production method, then cut into small pieces, and put into the red date and lotus seed soup together with the soup in the pear cup, and then simmered over low heat.

The duck pears are cut into small pieces and melt in the mouth, and there seem to be some very finely chopped white fungus in the soup, and the soup is transparent and clear, but it has a very subtle feeling when drinking.

"This pear cup, have you drunk it?"

After Mo Yan tasted the taste of this pear cup, he casually asked Yat Xian.

"I've already drunk it when I made it, does it taste like you like?"

Yat-sen could see that Mo Yan was very satisfied with this Sydney Cup, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise slightly.

"It is worthy of the craftsmanship of my family's Yixian, and the taste is much better than the white fungus soup made by the chef of the guest house, like cloud mud."

As he spoke, Mo Yan moved his round stool to Yixian's side, almost sticking to the round stool that Yixian was sitting on. The stools were pasted together, and people were naturally no exception, Mo Yan took the porcelain cup containing the pear cup on one side, scooped up a spoonful of white fungus, red dates and pear soup, and carefully handed it to Yixian's mouth.

"Since you've already drunk it, let's drink a little more with me!"

"Admiral..."

Yixian glanced at Mo Yan with some tears and laughter, and then gently opened his mouth to take the porcelain spoon in his mouth, and drank the pear soup in the spoon.

She never had a way to refuse Mo Yan's request.

"It's better to be alone than to be happy! If you eat it alone, even the most delicious food will become boring. ”

Mo Yan took back the porcelain spoon and scooped up the pear soup and drank it himself, then scooped another spoonful and fed it to Yixian's mouth.

Yat-sen glanced at Mo Yan a little helplessly, and opened his mouth again to drink the spoonful of pear soup.

After that, the two of them drank it one by one, and a cup of Sydney pear soup quickly bottomed out, and when it came to the end, Yatsen had long since lost its previous tranquility and elegance, but was as warm as water, and her eyes were as silky.

She was wearing the ship's shape module "Blue Water Bright Yarn" that Mo Yan bought for her when she was still in the game era, the outer cedar was an almost transparent wide-sleeved tulle, and the inside was a light cyan short skirt full of water town charm, this dress showed Yixian's gentle temperament and beautiful posture very well.

After drinking the pear cup, Mo Yan put down the spoon and took Yixian's slender hand, and looked at the lotus pond outside the Xiu Lou through the portal.

"Are you used to living here?"

"It's very comfortable, much better than the home I remember."

Yixian leaned his head on Mo Yan's shoulder, took Mo Yan's hand and put it on his lap with a confused face, and rubbed it gently.

"I never thought that I would be able to come to live in such a place, sitting in the show building by the lotus pond like this and talking to the Admiral."

"This unreal feeling makes me feel like I'm in a dream, and if only time could stay here forever?"

"From the first time I saw the handle, Jiang Yue is still the same year after year, fortunately with the admiral by his side."

Muttering sentences pieced together from poems from different eras, Yat-sen's face was slightly drunk, as if she had been drunk with half a cup of pear soup just now.

Yat-sen let go of Mo Yan's hand and let it stay on his lap, raised his hand to wrap his arms around Mo Yan's neck, and stared at his face affectionately.

"A moment with you is better than a thousand gold, I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time, looking for a good dream, the dream is difficult to come true, and I will teach you to be merciful."

Seeing Yixian's posture, Mo Yan was slightly silent, and then reached out to support her slender waist, and sighed gently:

"Yat-sen, you're drunk..."

"Three thousand red dust, brewed into a lamp, drunk to the heart."

Yat-sen raised her head close to Mo Yan's face, and the warm fragrance exhaled from between her noses and hit Mo Yan's face. She slowly rubbed the tip of her nose on the side of Mo Yan's face, and then her lips opened lightly, and she said in a crisp voice:

"This wine is like a poppy, deep into the bone marrow, how can Yixian not get drunk?"

Yat Xian has already said it to such an extent, how can Mo Yan continue to pretend to be stupid. He lowered his head and tapped Yixian's lips, then bent down and grabbed her leg and picked her up, and walked up the show building.

"It is advisable to drink alcohol and grow old with your son. Qin Se is in the palace, and it is good to be quiet. Is there a gum upstairs? ”

"The concubine is sweeping the couch and waiting."

Saturday Chapter 2, Update Progress 2/4. You may not believe it when you say it, but this chapter was written for five hours, and I checked a lot of information, and brewed a lot of words, just to give Yatsen and my wife a good memory. In addition, it's my business how much I can write, and the update rules are here, and the debt will inevitably be repaid, and I found out after sending it, one hundred and eighty-six chapters of my god... Isn't that a hundred chapters owed at once?