Feng Qingcheng smiled silently.

He didn't say anything more, so Wan Wan stopped the topic, got up and picked up the sparrows one by one.

For the current Wan Wan, thinking about the four doors is far less practical than thinking about how to cook the sparrows.

I've heard that this thing is very easy to cook, and you just need to throw it into the embers in the stove. But there is no serious stove at the moment, and I don't know if the two small stoves can be replaced.

Moreover, do you need to pluck and disembowel before throwing away?

Wan Wan squatted in front of the pile of sparrows and pondered for a long time, but she couldn't figure out why, so she changed her mind. There are many ways to cook meat, but it doesn't have to be. For example, skewers are made into skewers to bake.

Wan Wan turned her head to look at Feng Qingcheng, "Hengzhi? ”

Feng Qingcheng raised his eyes and looked over.

Wan Wan asked, "You used to go hunting, but you used to set up a fire in the suburbs to roast wild game to eat?" ”

Feng Qingcheng nodded.

Wan Wan opened her eyes and smiled, and directly moved a few steps to him in the position of squatting on the ground, and asked, "How to bake?" ”

Feng Qingcheng shook his head, "I don't know." ”

Wan Wan said: "I know that you people will go out with the cook. You can always see something when they're baking. ”

Feng Qingcheng shook his head again.

Wan Wan was stunned for a moment, and said curiously: "It's not like I haven't seen it at all." What do you do when they grill meat? ”

Feng Qingcheng didn't expect her to turn to the question of barbecue, and couldn't help but hesitate slightly.

Do what? What else can a bunch of gentlemen do? Naturally, it is to enjoy the scenery and blow the wind, listen to the singers sing songs, and watch the dancers dance. Or play some things like throwing pots and sieves, but no matter what you play, you can't help but have the shadow of Le Lingqing'er. Less can not warm nephrite, drunk lying on the knees of beauty.

Although it was before getting married, can this be honestly said to her?

It seems like...... No.

Feng Qingcheng took two sips of jujube tea, and said very naturally: "I haven't paid attention to these, but it should be marinated with spices first, and then roasted." ”

Wan Wan said: "Where is the spice right now, this is not the same as not saying." She sighed, held her cheeks and thought for a while, then suddenly moved her gaze back to Feng Qingcheng's body, "Hengzhi? ”

Feng Qingcheng looked over with a smile.

Wan Wan leaned close to him and said, "You haven't told me what you were doing when they were roasting." ”

Feng Qingcheng smiled warmly: "It's nothing more than guessing the dice, or being a vassal." ”

His expression and demeanor were full of bright moon and breeze, frank and clean. But Wan Wan felt more and more wrong.

She thought for a while, shook her head and said, "A group of Xiaolangjun gathered together to guess the dice and recite poems against each other, no matter how you think about it, you feel that there is something missing." ”

Those things can be found out by just asking. Feng Qingcheng didn't want to hide it from her, but just wanted to omit this topic. Neither did she ignore it, but it was definitely not okay to deny it now, and the defense showed that he was weak-minded, even if he didn't do anything, he seemed to have done it, even if he only did one point, it seemed to have done ten points.

So Feng Qingcheng blinked his eyes and said, "A group of vulgar fans are not as good as a single hair of Wanwan." ”

Wan Wan ......

This sounded familiar to her.

Wan Wan looked at Feng Qingcheng for a while, then got up to deal with those sparrows.

The barbecue is unreliable, and the current conditions are limited, so it is more practical according to her original idea. Although she doesn't know all the methods, she still has a smart head, doesn't she?

Wan Wan disemboweled the sparrows, took out the internal organs, sprinkled some salt grains into them, and pickled them. As for the hair, she did not pluck it. Anyway, if you want to throw it into the fire, just burn the hair and it will be gone, so why bother.

Feng Qingcheng was a little surprised when he watched Wan Wan concentrate on dealing with those sparrows.

And that's how it passed?

Feng Qingcheng looked at Wan Wan for a while, shook his head and laughed. It was he who thought of her too little. After all, it was all before he got married, and she knew why he did that ridiculous act.

When Fengqing City carved most of the comb back, Wan Wan walked to the house with the processed sparrows. As he passed by, he dropped a word.

"I don't know how to take care of my kidneys when I'm young."

The movements in Feng Qingcheng's hands suddenly froze.

Wan Wan put the sparrow next to the small stove and said, "How old were you then?" I'm still a kid. It started to be consumed before the vitality was sufficient, and it was too anxious. ”

Fengqing City ......

Wan Wan washed her hands, sat down in front of the door again, and picked up the pile of clothes. After a few stitches, she felt that something was wrong, so she turned her head to look at Feng Qingcheng, only to see his face petrified.

Wan Wan raised her eyebrows and said, "I said something wrong?" ”

Feng Qingcheng shook his head, "It's not wrong, but it seems to be wrong." ”

Thinking wrong?

Wan Wan put down the needle and thought: That's right. In the past, those little Langjun who played with him were all from high-ranking officials, no matter how ridiculous they were, they would never gather in the wilderness to announce what the day.

Is her mind impure?

This year's little gentlemen, it is also normal to go out to play and take a few singers and dancers to sing and dance.

The picture of the travel and banquet was compared with the picture imagined by Fang Cai Wanwan, which suddenly made her a little embarrassed. After a moment's pause, she silently lowered her head to sew her clothes.

His eyes fell on the needle and thread in his hand, but his attention was on Feng Qingcheng beside him. Sensing that he seemed to be about to speak, Wan Wan preemptively spoke: "The clothes I washed last night seem to be dry, so you can change your underwear later." ”

Feng Qingcheng stopped talking when he saw her reaction like this, but he began to be curious in his heart. It's just that I thought about it, why did it make her so nervous.

So, what was she thinking?

Feng Qingcheng looked at Wan Wan for a while, but finally didn't choose to ask, he turned around and continued to carve the peach comb in his hand.

The sun slowly rises in the sky and sets slowly to the west.

While lunch was cooking, Wan Wan threw some sparrows into each of the two small stoves. As the sun set, she looked into the small stove. I saw that the sparrows had become black balls. The appearance is not good, but the smell is moving.

Wan Wan tore a small piece of meat down, and was immediately moved by her cooking skills. It turns out that not all the food that passes through her hands is difficult to swallow. Although the process of cooking is just a sprinkle of salt and thrown into the fire, it is still her craft.

The amount of sparrow meat is small but large, and these two stoves are enough to eat. Twilight only cooked a pot of wheat rice.

The moon is nearly full, and the silver-white moonlight is as bright as water.

A large plate of roasted sparrows, a pot of jujube tea, and two bowls of wheat rice are not neatly placed on the wooden steps in front of the door.

The two sat side by side, looking at the moon and stars, blowing the gentle night breeze, listening to the sound of running water not far away, and tearing the sparrow meat little by little to eat.

Bianjing, Northland...... Everything is mixed up, and everything is as vague as a world away. Between heaven and earth, only this moon, this wind, this gurgling water, and the people beside him are real.