Luo Shi broke free from the crook of his arm, the cold moon hung high, and his handsome side face was dyed with a thin layer of clear light.

"Lord Shizi, you have to figure it out, it's just past dinner, not the middle of the night."

After saying that, he wanted to go back, but he was grabbed by Uncle Liang's wrist at night.

Luo Shi turned his head and said: "Even if it is a lonely man and a widow, others treat each other politely, what is Liang Shizi doing?" Lonely men and widows have become dry tea and fire in your place? ”

"You have a good voice with him, why are you so spicy and rude with me, like a ......"

"Like what? Like a country woman? ”

Luo Xi sighed secretly and broke his hand: "I am a country girl, and I have never dared to forget my identity, including your identity." ”

Uncle Liang frowned at night, looking into Luo Shi's calm eyes, her alienation made him nameless.

Obviously, she can be gentle with Niu Changgeng's stunned youth, and she can drink tea with the sour scholar in Jiangzhou, why can't she treat him Uncle Liang at night?

Just because he is the son of the prince of Zhenguo, the son of a rich and noble family?

But he had no choice but to admit it.

Turning his head, he softened his tone a little:

"I didn't mean that, I didn't bother to care who you went to meet, but the contract was still there, you were absent from work for a day today, and you didn't cook a meal, I, the employer, came to you to theorize, you are still fierce, you-"

Seeing that he had turned on the mode of chattering mother, Luo Shi sighed secretly, lowered his head and admitted his mistake:

"Okay, it's my mistake, I'll cook immediately, what do you want to eat?"

"Eat spicy pot" Uncle Liang rode a donkey downhill at night.

"Huh? What time is it now, when are you going to eat, greasy, can you sleep? ”

Luo Shi tried to suggest that he eat something at will, such as eating a bowl of fried noodles with bamboo shoots and diced bamboo shoots, or a few spicy vegetable cakes to eat?

"You don't have to worry about this, I'm going to eat spicy pot until midnight."

Lonely men and widows, in the middle of the night, Uncle Liang can be regarded as a bargain with these two words today.

"However, the bamboo shoots and fried noodles also sound good, so let's make a bowl too!"

"Uncle Liang! Your uncle's! ”

*

When he arrived at Uncle Liang's small courtyard opposite the door, Sang Bai was holding the noodles, sitting on the steps with a painful expression, wanting to eat but disgusted.

Seeing that Uncle Liang had arrested the little cook back at night, he couldn't help crying with joy, smashed the noodle bowl in his hand, and said angrily:

"What kind of unpalatable broken noodles, I don't eat them, young master, you finally got Miss Luo Shi back, I'm dying of hunger, huh"

Luo Shi's head hurts a little, when will she drag her family and bring her mouth, and she still has to feed these two mouths? Without her cooking, she is going to starve to death?

"You're hungry, don't you know how to go to the street to buy some food?"

"I'm used to eating a girl's craft, and eating someone else's is like chewing wax! I'd rather starve to death, and like the young master, I will never wronged my own Five Organs Temple! ”

Luo Shi was very helpless, turned his head to look at Uncle Liang, and nodded solemnly when he saw him.

"You, go prepare the ingredients, you, come with me to the kitchen!"

She hung her head in resignation, pointed with two fingers, sent Sang Bai to wipe the table and make sauce, and brought Uncle Liang to the kitchen to help her burn wood and make a fire.

Closing the door of the stove, she took the arm pan that hung on the door, thought about it, took out the drawing paper in her sleeve, and carefully placed it far away, so as not to stain it with oil and salt.

Uncle Liang looked at it at night, very curious, and pretended to ask unintentionally:

"What is this?"

"LOGO, is the store sign, the signboard of my food store, the outside of the future will be printed with this pattern, over time, when others see it, they will know that it is something from my snack shop."

Oh, he pinched his fingers, shook them off, only glanced at them, and his face fell.

"This is painted by a sour scholar?"

"Well, I think the painting is very good, the girl has seen it, and she is going to have a spring heart sprout again."

Luo Shi carried Liang Shuye on his back, put his climbing arm on his body, and tied up his wide sleeves, revealing a smooth and slender arm.

didn't notice Uncle Liang's face, she praised herself:

"The curling hair is just right, the thrush is indeed a little crooked, and if there is no interaction at all, it is even more uninteresting"

"Hair is hair, what are you going to do? And this man, why is he angry with a book, he looks thin and edged, where does it look good? ”

"Angry with the book? yes, why didn't I find it? ”

Luo Shi glanced back, and then said: "Scholars, how many women dream of marrying a wishful husband, and in the future, when the spring breeze is proud, when her husband is named on the gold list, she will also be given a wife."

Hehe smiled, her eyebrows and eyes crooked: "Is it difficult to draw a guy?" Liba? Or a rough man who dances with a sword? Which daughter's family likes"

slapped the drawing paper on the table with one palm, and Uncle Liang's words seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth:

"Who said that the one who wields a sword must be a rough man?"

Only then did Luo Shi realize that the atmosphere was wrong, and he was suspicious, and said to him:

"I just said casually, what are you anxious about, okay, you are Yushu Linfeng, you are handsome, but I haven't seen your Dama Golden Knife, whether you can martial arts or not, I'm not sure."

Uncle Liang seemed to swallow a mouthful of coptis into it, saying no, swallowing no, in the end, he waved his hand and said decisively:

"No, no one can draw a scholar, I'll go get a pen to change it"

After that, he picked up the drawing paper and was about to go out, but Luo Shi hurriedly stretched out his arms and stopped on the door of the stove room:

"Crazy, it's just a store trick, and I'm the owner, I think it's good, what are you doing with a guy?"

"Get out of the way—"

Uncle Liang held the drawing paper high in the air and made up his mind to go to the study to get a pen to revise and revise.

"Uncle Liang! How old are you, naïve or not? The pockets are more obedient than yours, give them back to me quickly! ”

Luo Shi was also angry, she jumped to reach the drawing paper in his hand, but she was not tall enough, and she didn't reach it the first time.

It took a little more effort, but she didn't control her center of gravity, and the whole person threw herself towards Uncle Liang, pressing him heavily on the door panel of the stove room.

With a muffled snort, Uncle Liang was afraid that she would fall, so he involuntarily grabbed her waist, and hugged her in his arms so vaguely, he only felt the warm fragrance of nephrite, and his heart fluttered.

"What do you think of me?"

The arms clenched fiercely, and Uncle Liang held her in his arms at night, naïve? Obedient? Did she think that today was not enough to provoke him?

"Uncle Liang, let it go!"

Luo Shi supported his hot chest with both hands, and through the clothes, she could feel his strength and attitude, but this kind of ambiguous determination made her want to escape.

Holding her arm, Uncle Liang changed the position of the two, and with a "bang", he pressed Luo Shi against the door panel.

Her hair fell in a bun, and the green silk covered her red cheeks.

Uncle Liang's throat slid at night, and his eyes were full of affection.

He had never seen such a, and she looked exactly like the woman in the painting.

He had to face up to the monstrous vinegar in his heart, he was jealous of the sour scholar, jealous that he had seen it before, and could appeal to the pen so vividly.

This jealousy, no matter how much he denied it, no matter how many excuses he made for himself, it was real, piercing his heart like a fish in his throat.

Come on, he just fell in love with her, and he didn't know what to do, and he went deeper.

Luo Shi tilted her head and lowered her eyes, her body couldn't help shaking, she was afraid, afraid that Uncle Liang would pierce this layer of window paper at night, afraid that she would not be able to accept his feelings at all.

So, how do you continue to get along in the future?

Fortunately, she is not the only one who is afraid, Uncle Liang is more afraid of losing because he cares more.

He opened his blood-red eyes, closed them for a long time, and after opening them again, he had already faded away from the emotion of Fang Cai, and his eyes were dull, revealing a trace of forbearance.

"Uncle Liang's night...... You," Luo Shi opened her lips softly, and her voice was a little hoarse.

"Don't say it, I know it, don't say it"

"Good ......"

"Your hair is scattered, I'll roll it up for you"

His palm loosened and let go of her, and he turned and walked away, walking over to the square table.

Uncle Liang's fiery breath left at night, and the surroundings instantly became very cold, Luo Shi couldn't help but tremble, she looked at his back, and her heart was uneasy.

"It's okay, go back and make it myself, I'll make the noodles for you first, and Sang Bai is still waiting to eat it."

Luo Shi raised her hand to cover her hot cheeks, her fingertips were cold, and she wanted the blush on her face to fade quickly.

"Come here—"

Uncle Liang didn't look back, but his voice was low and asked her to go over and sit down.

Now don't dare to mess with him again, Luo Shi muffled, oh, and obediently walked over and sat next to him.

Uncle Liang took out a grate comb from his arms, and wrapped a piece of red velvet rope around it—Luo Shi recognized that this was the one she had fallen from the windowsill a few days ago and smashed it.

It was the early morning when she was startled by Jiangzhou's sudden push of the window, and she thought it was long gone.

"I picked it up a few days ago, I searched around the market, I couldn't buy this style, people said it was the style of the old hat, and now no one uses it anymore, I can only use the red thread to wrap it around you......"

Luo Shi lowered her head and smiled, and whispered unconvinced: "Who said that the old hat?" ”

Uncle Liang chuckled lightly, ran her hair, and gently combed it with a grate comb:

"If it's entangled, it's not dirty, it's the only one in the world, and there's no resemblance"

"I didn't expect you to curl your hair for a woman?"

Uncle Liang pursed his thin lips at night, as if he recalled something, and his voice was deep:

"When I was a child, I over-curled my sister's hair, and at that time, I went out with the army and couldn't bring the maid who was waiting, but then she was still troublesome and cut off her hair."

"She's a female general?"

"My father made a first-class military merit from the pile of dead people, made a duke, and his body is full of old wounds, and he can't fight for a long time, and now it's my sister who is stationed in Liangzhou."

Luo Shi admires such a heroine very much, but why does a woman go on the expedition, even if the old general is injured, there is still Uncle Liang at home?

How can the Humen clan also come out with a young master?

"Alright—"

Uncle Liang put down the grate comb at night, looked at the astringent bun, and his thoughts were full of thoughts, as if he remembered the old days in the Jin Ge Iron Horse.

There was no mirror in the stove room, so she walked to the water tank and took a photo, the technique was good, there were no complicated flower heads, just a very clean bun.

The head of the mantis was slightly off, and Luo Shi looked at the drawing paper that Uncle Liang was resting on the table at night-

Because of the scramble, it became crumpled, but the people above became more and more vivid, and Luo Shi stroked his hair, and said in his heart:

Replace that red-haired scholar with a handsome pink-headed general, that's not bad~