It was a long time since Wan Wan left. For such a long time, he has been holding this half-eaten jujube paste roll, which is not easy to explain.

Fortunately, Feng Qingcheng's cheek once again played at a normal level. Xindao: Whether he says or doesn't say those words that are suspected of deceitful feelings, Wan Wan is already in love with him. As long as Wan Wan is willing, they will always have to spend their lives together. Saying something like this will make Wan Wan happier.

Feng Qingcheng kicked off the guilt in his heart, and smiled at Wan Wan very naturally: "Wait for you to come back and eat." ”

There are many ink lanterns hanging beside the path between the bamboo forests, which are gently swayed by the wind with the rustle of bamboo leaves.

The light was not so bright, but it was still possible to distinguish the crimson on Wan Wan's face and the joy welling up from the bottom of her eyes.

Seeing her happy, Feng Qingcheng's heart actually felt a little happy. The corners of his lips really showed a light smile, and the half of the jujube paste roll in his hand was handed to Wan Wan's lips.

Wan Wan didn't nibble on a small bite this time, but with the sweetness of joy, she ate it in two bites with his hand, and then said, "Let's go eat." ”

The meal was overheated, and the two of them still ate at the table. Wan Wan's mind is not on food, she is holding a rice bowl in her hand, although she is also eating one bite after another, her eyes have been on Feng Qingcheng opposite.

She thought: Her male god likes her a little.

For so long, I kept holding that piece of snack and waiting for her to come back and eat it. And just now in the shadow of the bamboo forest lamp, his expression ...... It seems to have a bit of that meaning.

Feng Qingcheng saw that she was just holding the rice bowl and sending white rice to her mouth, so he took some green vegetables into her bowl.

Sit and eat like this. As the food on the table decreased, the little joy in Feng Qingcheng's heart gradually magnified. He looked at Wan Wan's slightly silly smile, and the corners of his lips unconsciously smiled.

Seeing Wan Wan eat the vegetables in the bowl, the smile on his face deepened slightly. I put some more into her bowl. After she finished eating, she continued to threaten.

This meal took half as long as usual.

Wanwan's perseverance is tenacious in some ways. It's so late, and she's running so much today, she still has to take a goat's milk bath before going to bed.

Although there are sheep on the Zhuangzi in Dingbei Houfu, the goat milk of Wanwan is still the pair of little brothers and sisters who ordered. The goat's milk, which has been removed from the smell, is then improved by the addition of the golden warbler, and after soaking, there is only an extremely light milky aroma and a slightly sweet fruity flavor.

After taking a bath, Wan Wan wiped off the water beads on her body and changed into a loose and comfortable shirt. He stretched out his arm under his nose and sniffed the smell carefully, making sure that the smell was not greasy after a long time and was a little pleasant before leaving the bath.

The shirt on her body is also from the skillful hands of the golden warbler. The light color, fine cotton material, wide and loose and not cumbersome, is very comfortable to wear. The key is that it looks good. So Wan Wan used this shirt as a bed.

What she thinks is that she always has to be beautiful in front of the male god.

During these days, Feng Qingcheng saw that she had been wearing such clothes, but he thought that she was out of vigilance. This outfit is perfectly suitable for walking out the door, and if you encounter an assassination or an urgent call at night, you can go out immediately. And, after all, there was a man in the house. It's also more convenient for her to dress like this.

The bathroom room was actually next to the bedroom, but Wan Wan went straight to the small kitchen when she went out of the door, and took out a celadon soup cup there.

Feng Qingcheng leaned on the beauty couch, and saw her holding a celadon soup cup through the window, walking over from the other side of the courtyard. The cool night breeze blew, stroking her clothes into a lazy flow. Her long, inky hair hung down behind her, and when the wind came, it raised a few wisps slightly. A wisp was blown over her shoulder, lifted up and fell against her cheek.

Feng Qingcheng suddenly felt that such clothes were not suitable for walking out of the door.

Wan Wan noticed that he was looking at her, so she went to the window first, opened the soup cup, scooped up a spoonful of soup with the spoon placed in the cup, and fed it to his mouth through the window.

The soup cup is filled with peach pulp.

At this time, the season of peach and apricot has long passed, and these peach pulps are cooked in the summer. Divided into small jars, saltpeter is used to make strong ice cubes. Remove from freezer when serving.

This cup of peach syrup was taken out by Wan Wan before taking a bath with a spatula. The spatula thawed the soup cup in warm water, but it was still a short time, and there were still some ice cubes in the peach pulp that had not yet melted.

Feng Qingcheng drank two spoonfuls of peach syrup from Wan Wan's hand and said, "It's cold outside at this time, come in quickly." ”

Wan Wan fed Feng Qingcheng another mouthful, and then handed the soup cup to Feng Qingcheng, "It's very dry in autumn, and I eat more mutton these days." Hengzhi drank this. ”

After Feng Qingcheng picked up the soup cup, Wan Wan turned around and walked to the door of the house and entered.

The peaches used in making peach pulp are cinnabar red peaches, and the color of the boiled peach is faintly crimson. When cooking, rock sugar and a little peach gum are put in, and it tastes slightly viscous, smooth and smooth, very moist and clear.

Feng Qingcheng ate a small half cup of peach syrup, put it aside slightly, turned his head and said to Wan Wan: "I'm afraid it's not good to ask for the middle feed." The two of them are ready-made reasons. ”

Wan Wan thought for a while and said, "Hengzhi said that she would teach her two younger sisters as a reason. ”

Feng Qingcheng smiled: "Eight or nine out of ten." Tomorrow, I will accompany Wan Wan to go to Songhe Temple. ”

Wan Wan knew and said, "After all, the eldest aunt's teaching is not as good as the grandmother's teaching, and it is also decent to say it." I understand what Hengzhi means, and I'll just go tomorrow. ”

Feng Qingcheng was stunned for a moment and said, "You go by yourself?" ”

Wan Wan nodded, and said very indifferently: "Grandmother is very kind and has always been easy to talk. I'll do it alone. In the end, the matter of the feed is an internal house, and it is better not to show up for it. ”

Feng Qingcheng listened and stopped. After thinking about it, he silently turned back and continued to eat peach syrup. - When did his grandmother stop talking? Yes, if you think about it, his grandmother was indeed always good at talking to Wanwan.

Wan Wan sat cross-legged on the spacious and soft stepping bed, supporting her head with one arm on her knees, watching Feng Qingcheng spoonful of peach milk.

When he put the soup cup aside, Wan Wan said, "It's cold at this time, Hengzhi should go to bed and sleep." ”

Hearing this, Feng Qingcheng's movements were stagnant.

What did she mean by this, did she want to sleep like last time, or did she say...... The two of them slept on the step bed together?

Seeing that he didn't react, Wan Wan said again: "Doesn't Hengzhi feel cold?" ”

Feng Qingcheng's gaze fell on the soup cup that had just been put down by himself. At this time, I used most of the cup of cold peach pulp, and it was strange that I didn't feel cold.