She has a fair and pure face, soft and fine skin. The eyebrows are slender and picturesque, and the eyes are sparkling like stars. There is a small mouth under the small bridge of the nose, and the whole face is delicate and beautiful, so refined, there is no trace of fireworks in the world.

Her face was white and tender, like cream, as if it was about to drip water, her eyes flowing, and her eyebrows were long. Her voice is soft and tactful, her demeanor is charming, coupled with bright eyes and bright teeth, and her complexion is white and greasy, she is really a beautiful woman with a natural fragrance.

No wonder even the always cold and arrogant brother Chang'an will bow down under her pomegranate skirt.

Ye Zhizi was still smiling on the surface, but he quietly looked at his hometown in his heart.

For the time being, I was only curious about Ye Zhizi's identity, and as for the rest, I didn't bother to pay attention to it now.

Grandmother didn't have any expression on her face, looked at her hometown and said, "It's time for dinner, now that you're back, let's have a meal together." ”

There is no objection in the hometown, since she is a visitor, as the wife of the general of the Liefu Mansion, she naturally has to treat her with courtesy.

The hometown sat down at the table, and Mama Gui soon passed the meal, a table full of dishes, all kinds of delicacies from the mountains and seas, compared to the grandmother's usual frugality and simplicity, it is really luxurious, it is conceivable that it is specially ordered to prepare in the kitchen in order to entertain Ye Zhizi.

"Zhizi, this is what my grandmother specially ordered the kitchen to make today, your favorite braised lion's head, and this snowflake chicken, which is also specially stewed for you. You have been traveling all the way, you have traveled a long way, and you must have suffered a lot, so you have to eat more to replenish your body. ”

Grandmother first put a lion's head into Zhizi's bowl, then picked up a spoon and handed it to her a bowl of chicken soup.

Zhizi laughed, took the hot chicken soup from her grandmother's hand with both hands, and responded obediently, "Thank you, grandmother." ”

"And this, stewed lotus seeds with sugar, fish-flavored pork slices, you can taste them all."

Grandmother was busy giving Zhizi pickles.

"Thank you, grandmother, you eat too."

Zhizi hurriedly put some vegetables into her grandmother's bowl.

Grandmother smiled, looking at Zhizi's eyes more and more satisfied and fond.

The hometown sat next to them and watched them pick up vegetables with each other, talking and laughing, and the vegetables in Zhizi's bowl were already piled up as high as a hill, and there was nothing in her bowl except white rice.

The hometown lowered his eyes, hiding the loneliness and sourness in his heart, silently picking up the rice, not saying a word, and tasting the same as chewing wax.

"Grandmother, in fact, after eating so many dishes, Zhizi still thinks that your Yangchun noodles are the best, when I was a child, my brother and I in Chang'an loved to eat your Yangchun noodles the most."

Grandmother smiled and said kindly, "Then when I have the opportunity, Grandmother will do it for you." ”

"Okay, thank you, grandmother."

Zhizi was satisfied and smiled.

Listening to this, he only silently bowed his head to eat and did not speak.

There are a few light home-cooked side dishes in front of her, so she looked at the pigeon soup in front of Zhizi, and her body was full of cold shortly after entering the door just now, and she couldn't help but want to warm up with a bowl of hot soup.

Naturally, she didn't expect her grandmother to serve her soup, and she didn't have no hands, so she wanted to pick up a spoon and serve a bowl of soup by herself.

As soon as her hand reached mid-air, Mama Gui on the side took the spoon and said with a smile, "Miss Zhizi, this is the pigeon soup that the old slave personally stewed for you, it is fresh, you can drink it while it is hot." ”

As he spoke, he directly ignored the hand stretched out in mid-air, picked up the spoon and poured the hot and fragrant pigeon soup into Zhizi's bowl.

The hand in the hometown froze in mid-air, trembling for a long time.

After a meal, he didn't eat anything in his hometown, and he felt like an outsider who had been squeezed out, and Zhizi was a real part of this family.