Ten years have passed, and Yang Ying has thought of Mu Yan more than once.

He was thinking about how such a hard-hearted, indifferent woman would be ten years from now.

But he never imagined that the years would be so favored and loved her.

Her eyebrows and eyes, not only did not lose their original cleanliness, but became softer, clearer and more peaceful.

Yang Ying sneered and said, "Why are you here?" ”

Mu Yan didn't answer and asked: "Is the newly made dumpling delicious?" ”

Yang Yingyi smacked her lips and said, "Yes, it's delicious." ”

"They just use some exquisite materials, but the production method is very simple,"

Yang Ying became interested and asked, "What, you still plan to teach me Fangzi?" ”

Mu Yan nodded and said, "The pink dumplings are fed with a kind of mountain flower in Nanshan, and they need to be crushed to extract the juice and added to the flour in order to have this unique fragrance."

The white dumplings come from the Qiongzhou region and are taken from a special fruit, with a hard shell, fragrant flesh and clear juice, which is a holy product to cool off.

You also know that the green dumplings are the Youth League, which is the folk customs of Jiangzhou and Zhejiang.

There is also the yellow color, which also comes from a kind of melon fruit, which is picked from Nanling to the south......"

Mu Yan's voice carried an ethereal and tactful, unhurried and unhurried, which was particularly pleasant.

Yang Ying was full of enjoyment, so she simply leaned back, lazily snuggled on the back of the chair, and listened to Mu Yan talk about the origin of these foods.

In every case, Mu Yan is like a treasure.

Yang Ying's thoughts unconsciously wandered with her words, and she had seen the great mountains and rivers, and the flavors of the world.

Finally, Yang Ying couldn't help laughing and said: "Interesting, hahaha, Mu Yan, Mu Yan, you really have a pair of skillful hands, and everything in the world will become a delicacy in the world when it comes to your hands, right?" ”

Mu Yan shook his head, raised his eyes and looked at Yang Ying quietly, and said, "No, there is such a thing, I can't cook it anyway." No matter what I do, what flavor I add, what I use, it's hard to swallow. ”

Yang Ying was quite interested and said, "Oh, what is it?" ”

"Guanyin soil."

Yang Ying's smile froze, and her eyes instantly became cold.

Mu Yan didn't see it, and said to himself: "General Yang's free status is noble, I'm afraid I don't know what this Guanyin soil is." Whenever there is a war or famine, and the people are unbearable to starve, they will swallow this soil as a life-saving fairy face to quench their hunger.

But whether you are hungry or not, this soil can't be eliminated, can't be pulled out, and there is no trace of desirable nutrients.

If I had to say it, I would understand, after all, it's better to be a hungry ghost than a hungry ghost, right? ”

"Mu Yan!" Yang Ying stared at her, "What do you want?" ”

"In the eyes of those in power, the people of the world are no different from pigs, horses, cows, and sheep.

But dare you ask the General, have you ever stepped into a land of famine as a man? Do you dare to face the person who died laughing at the gluttonous Guanyin? Do you dare to face up to those who will change their children and cry alive?

Have you ever seen hunger everywhere? Have you ever heard the wailing of the wilderness? Or can someone hold the hem of the clothes tightly and be forced to watch the other party knock his head into blood, just to ask for a steamed bun? Eating in one bite? ”