"Heat the pot, put a little oil in it -- and then what? carrots, shallots, garlic cloves...... Oops and forgot, the hawthorn was put first and then put in?"

It's early winter.

There is very little snow in the south, and it is still today. But the leaves of the ginkgo trees outside the window that have passed the late autumn are far from falling, and at a glance, it really makes people feel golden and warm in their hearts - compared with the two, Song Ping'an did not miss the snow of his hometown as usual.

It was a bit windy this morning. A small and small fan of golden leaves fell silently from the branches, slid over the window frame, and was gently placed on the girl's shoulder.

And then she unceremoniously pulled aside—busy!

I want to add chaos - the ginkgo biloba continues to fall, but it falls directly into the pot where the sauce is fried!

Song Ping'an was shocked, and her eyes quickly grabbed it in her hand the moment before the leaf touched the sauce, and she breathed a sigh of relief - the sauce of this sweet and sour sauce was so difficult to match, she was cautious, how could she dare to add other seasonings other than the "secret recipe"? By the way, ginkgo biloba should not be considered a seasoning......

Song Ping'an respectfully placed this terrible leaf on the low stool at his feet and continued to chant.

"Next is - add water, bay leaves, now it's your hawthorn fruit, use medium heat ......"

Song Ping'an added things to it in the same way, regretting that he forgot to take Sister Weiwei's "secret note". But now she has to wait for the sauce to cook slowly, can she take the opportunity to go back to the house and get it? Still can't - Song Ping'an glanced worriedly at the swaying ginkgo trees outside the window.

Song Ping'an is a girl from the north, and there is a big dish at home that is only made during the harvest festival...... Thinking of this, she chuckled - those were all old days. In the past few years, she has been outside, and the younger brothers and sisters at home must have no problem eating tile fish as many times as they want.

She has been away from home for a long time, and she has been to many, many places, especially in the past few months, thanks to the blessing of Mu Gongzi, she has tasted a lot of good things. But what she misses most in her heart is this tile fish.

Just thinking about it—the pieces of fried golden fish—yes, the color of the ginkgo biloba! The pieces of fish were slightly upturned like tiles on the house, and topped with a layer of crystal clear, fragrant sweet and sour sauce, and finally sprinkled with a little ginger......

Song Ping'an quietly swallowed his saliva.

In fact, at that time, the tile fish at home could not be as particular as now, only taking the most refined part of the thick meat on the fish, and the fish skin was reluctant to go, but it was still delicious. The leftover sauce is not lost, it is scraped down along the wall of the bowl and baked to eat, reluctant to waste it......

She counted the time, strained the dregs with a muslin cloth, and then carefully followed Chu Wei's instructions and added other seasonings to continue boiling. She pouted while doing the tedious steps - Sister Weiwei was delicious every time she cooked, but the method was too complicated. Song Ping'an wanted to use the simple method that A-Niang used at that time, but couldn't he remember?

"Thicken with lotus root powder...... Thicken and you're good to go!"

Song Ping'an let out a big breath, looked at the raw fish pieces wrapped in egg white powder in advance, and immediately became nervous again--how can she not fry it? She was most afraid of this step......

She took a deep breath and tried to recite it: "Turn to medium heat when the fire burns to 80% hot oil......

The girl's serious voice is clear and pleasant, just like the warm sun at this time, which makes people feel at ease and a little itchy. Song Ping'an didn't know about this, but when she was embarrassed to hold the fish pieces, the corners of her mouth also had a soft smile.

Today, the weather is really beautiful. Something good must happen. She thought so.

But this scene was seen by Gu Zhiyang and Xia Wu who were passing by, and the color changed!

Xia Wuyi jumped high, pointed in the direction of Song Ping'an, and shouted: "My mother-in-law! What did I see? Sister Ping'an broke through the defense line and attacked the kitchen again! Brother Yang, you see, she is smiling proudly!"

Song Ping'an finally made up his mind at that time and was about to put the fish into the pot, but he was so frightened that he almost didn't throw the fish directly into the sky. But with a shake of her hand, the fish fell into the oil pan with a thud without her mental preparation.

Song Ping'an exclaimed, staring at the swaying fish pieces in the pot in horror, and didn't even have time to raise his head and roar back.

Xia Wu saw that Song Ping'an ignored him and was so bored, so he unwillingly dragged Gu Zhiyang into the kitchen together, and stared down at the fish with Song Ping'an, while covering his heart and said, "Ah, my poor fish!"

Song Ping'an suddenly raised his head and kicked out, and said, "Just wait for you to get close!"

Xia Wu, who was not even a martial artist, naturally made a move, sitting on the ground with one butt, and the other was worthy of Gu Zhiyang, who easily dodged this "autumn wind sweeping away the leaves", and said silently: "So cunning." ”

"Huh?" Song Ping'an slowly made a punching gesture and threatened: "Xiao Yang, do you want to compete again?"

Hearing the word "Xiao Yang", Gu Zhiyang's face turned dark, but he still took a step back and didn't speak-he can't beat her now, and this revenge will be avenged in the future......

Song Ping'an crossed his waist and smiled, startling the birds.

Gu Zhiyang reminded in a low voice: "The fish is mushy again." ”

Song Ping'an was in a hurry.

Xia Wu slapped the floor and laughed wildly. Song Ping'an glanced at him, took out the charred fish and shook it in front of his eyes, and said gently: "Xiao Wu, are you hungry?"

Xia Wu crawled out of the kitchen and roared, "Swear not to eat!"

Gu Zhiyang was horrified to see Song Ping'an's gaze slowly moving towards him, and he was racking his brains to think of a reason to shirk it, when he suddenly heard a chaos outside the door, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It turned out that Xia Wu just collided with Chu Wei, who was approaching.

Chu Wei rubbed her nose and walked in, and when she saw the piece of "fish charcoal" at a glance, she immediately cried and laughed, and sighed: "Peace, how many times has it been?"

Song Ping'an was embarrassed, and it was too late to hide the fish pieces.

Speaking of which, tile fish is obviously Song Ping'an's favorite dish, but Song Ping'an wants to eat it but can't make it. But she only verbally explained it to Chu Wei once, and Chu Wei actually made it, and the taste was only better.

Obviously, it was something that couldn't be hit by eight poles, but somehow, Song Ping'an remembered the grilled fish he ate with Lu Qiming on the lakeside. Song Ping'an thought, if her cooking skills are too far worse than Lu Qiming, then how can it be like words?

Chu Wei is really trying to teach Song Ping'an, but ......

Chu Wei glanced around, saw the pot of amber sweet and sour sauce, her eyes lit up, and she praised: "Hey, this sweet and sour sauce looks good!"

Song Ping'an was shocked and whispered, "Really?" Her cooking skills, except for knife skills, have never been praised......

Chu Wei took the chopsticks and stuffed them into her mouth, she was stunned for two seconds, her face changed slightly, she looked at the big pot of sweet and sour sauce, and said hurriedly: "Ping'an, you used all the ingredients?"

Song Ping'an shook his head blankly and pointed to the basket on the ground: "I bought a lot." ”

"Thankfully, fortunately. Chu Wei patted her chest and said reassuringly: "I said yesterday that I would make sweet and sour fish for Mu Gongzi and send it, if there are no materials, I will buy it again, it will be too late." ”

Song Ping'an was stunned, and his face collapsed.

Gu Zhiyang and Xiao Dizi laughed quietly together, while Xia Wu laughed directly and hung on the door and dangled.

Chu Wei's face was slightly red, she didn't mean to be sarcastic, but she was really worried that she was late for her Mu Gongzi;

"Okay, my Teacher Chu," Song Ping'an pulled her to the side of the case and said with a smile: "You can do it again, and the little one will give you a hand!"

Chu Wei glared at her, and chuckled, "When it's ready, go with me to deliver it." ”

She cooks every day, and in addition to Mu Yunyi's portion, she always has to make one more portion—although that portion has never come in handy.

......

Song Ping'an and Chu Wei carried a food box and walked along the street towards the teahouse.

It was lunchtime, and the streets were full of people and cars. On the contrary, Song Ping'an was a little silent, his eyes wandered, and he was wandering outside the object, Chu Wei knew her thoughts, so he didn't accompany her silently, and was only secretly careful not to let her bump into things.

Approaching the teahouse is equivalent to approaching Lu Qiming.

At that time in August, the mysterious seniors who rescued Lu Qiming left, and they could see Lu Qiming. But he ......

Song Ping'an sighed silently.

After such a long time, Guangyang City has long since changed back to that stable and prosperous city, with many buildings and stone slabs on the road, and the people in it live in peace. It seems that even the aftermath has been dissipated, and even the idlers in the market no longer mention it, and instead prefer those talented and beautiful people.

Time pushes her away, and it dilutes everything in the world.

Song Ping'an was a little sentimental and a little angry. If time is so powerful, why can't you wake him up?

She thought about it like this, all the way to the teahouse. nodded with Mu Yunyi, and in the joke of the regular customers that "Mu Gongzi ate alone with the two girls", the three of them walked to the back room together.

......

In the Chamber of Secrets.

Song Ping'an walked to the side of the bed and tucked the corner of the quilt for Lu Qiming, although she knew that there was no need to do this, Lu Qiming never moved at all.

The bed is brand new, as are the rest of the room. When they were able to enter the secret room for the first time in August, they were all shocked - I don't know what happened, the secret room was empty, only a very fine gray powder, and a Lu Qiming. So these objects were all added by Mu Yunyi later.

The three of them were silent for a while, and Chu Wei said softly, "Your Zhongzhou Martial Academy, how long do you have left?"

Mu Yunyi said: "More than three months." ”

Speaking of Zhongwu, Song Ping'an's worry was even heavier, and he muttered: "But his cultivation is ......" Lu Qiming's injuries were all healed, but Song Ping'an and the others found that his dantian was empty, and he didn't even have a trace of internal strength;

But Lu Qiming's situation is obviously different from her. Lu Qiming's current body is like a person who has never cultivated, and even the meridians are like children who have never cultivated.

This situation is incomprehensible to even Mu Yunyi, but it is a fact.

Song Ping'an bit his lip: Even if it is Lu Qiming's talent, can he return to the top of the martial artist within three months? Even if he can, with his pride, he was originally destined to compete for the first place, what can he do this time? What's more, he has never woken up now......

"Zhongwu and cultivation are all things in the future. Mu Yunyi shook his head and frowned: "The most important thing now is that in five days, the formation set by that senior will be invalid." ”

The black shadow knew that without them, it would be impossible for a secret room of Mu Yunyi's level to hide from the people of the family for a long time, so before leaving, he set up a formation that could last for several months to ensure concealment.

Those who forget about it are ordinary people who have nothing to do with themselves, and there are more eyes in the higher places. Once the formation fails, and Lu Qiming has not woken up......

All three of them had solemn faces.

After a while, Chu Wei clenched her fists and said, "Cheer up, it'll be fine!" She thought for a long time, and then said: "Yes, it's okay, even if there is no way, there will be a way." ”

The other two were laughing and crying - was this comfort?

Either way, the atmosphere was a little lighter. Song Ping'an looked at Lu Qiming with his cheeks raised, and couldn't help but ask again: "...... him Is it really just sleeping? "Is it really okay to sleep for a few months?"

Mu Yunyi also knows some medical skills, at least judging whether a person is sleepy or accurate, but at this time he can only say uncertainly: "It's sleeping, right?"

Wide-eyed staring.

"It's better to ......"

Hearing these two words, Song Ping'an and Mu Yunyi turned their heads to look at Chu Wei together, and said in unison: "What?"

Chu Wei tugged at her skirt and whispered, "Although it is said that 'Bigu Dan' is equivalent to rice, it is definitely not as delicious as rice, right?"

She paused, seeing that the other two hadn't understood what she meant, so she had to blush and continue: "I thought about whether to put Lu Gongzi's sweet and sour fish over, maybe if he smells it and likes it, he will wake up?"

The corners of the other two's mouths twitched--right, is this called the "food temptation method"? Looking at her serious face, Mu Yunyi and Song Ping'an endured it, and still burst out laughing.

Chu Wei was confused. She loves to cook all her life, and naturally thinks that food is the best thing in the world, and if she is in bed with the smell of food next to her, she will never be able to sleep.

The two laughed, and they all thought that Lu Qiming's cooking skills were very good - they suddenly thought that as Lu Qiming, he could cook, it should be because he liked to eat too much, right?

Mu Yunyi couldn't help but smile and said to Chu Wei: "Weiwei, you're right, come, bring it over and try it!"

Chu Wei answered, turned around and went to get it without hesitation, and after a while, she brought the sweet and sour fish, and brought a few other refreshing side dishes along the way.

Song Ping'an felt that it was unrealistic, but he still couldn't help but say, "Does he like to drink tea?"

"Yes, yes," Mu Yunyi's eyes were gentle, he shook his head and smiled: "I'll make this." ”

Chu Wei stretched out a finger and added, "Where's the wine?"

Song Ping'an and Mu Yunyi shook their heads and said, "I haven't seen him drink." ”

"How many times have you only seen him, how do you know he doesn't like him?" Chu Wei became more and more arrogant, but when she saw Mu Yunyi's smiling eyes, she said weakly: "Okay?"

"Okay. ”

"Mu Gongzi, your refreshments here are delicious......

"Take it, take it, take it all!"

......

After a while, a large piece of food and drink was placed next to Lu Qiming, and those who didn't know thought they were worshipping the gods. The three of them tossed for a while, looked at the result, and laughed at each other.

Chu Wei also felt that her idea was strange at this time, and she couldn't straighten up with a smile, and said, "Ping'an, you have to keep an eye on it, and tell us if there is any movement!"

Mu Yunyi added: "Look at the hungry and eat by the way." ”

The two of them snickered and slipped out of the secret room, leaving Song Ping'an and Lu Qiming alone.

......

Song Ping'an looked around by himself, laughed stupidly for a while, and then really stared at Lu Qiming honestly.

This stare is not tight, Song Ping'an was stunned.

He's so good-looking. She thought. How could his skin be so good, so much better than hers. And eyelashes, they're really long. She suddenly felt that he seemed to be much whiter, and she frowned - this is not good, should he be carried out to dry in the sun?

The more Song Ping'an looked at it, the more shocked he became, and he felt as if his whole person was glowing. She felt incredible in her heart, and only then did she realize that Lu Qiming's current state was different from that of normal people, even if he was still Xiao Zhoutian, it was impossible for him to have such a good complexion for so long, his lips were not even dry, and his complexion was so shiny.

Song Ping'an couldn't help but get closer, and added in his heart -- It's so fragrant! This kind of fragrance is not the aroma of fat powder, but a refreshing feeling that makes people feel very reassuring, just like being in the forest. I can't even hide the taste of the food.

Song Ping'an was as novel as if he had discovered a new continent, so he lay next to Lu Qiming and watched all the time, not moving.

Then she saw the corners of Lu Qiming's lips curled, and then opened her eyes to look at her.

At that moment, Song Ping'an's heart moved, and he suddenly thought - thinking of those women who married married women, watching their husbands wake up every morning, looking at each other and smiling, probably this is how they feel now.

Immediately afterwards, Song Ping'an suddenly bounced up, stared at Lu Qiming and rubbed his eyes, then looked at it and rubbed it again, his mouth grew slightly-he, he, he, he, he,

Really awake?!

However, before she could exclaim, Song Ping'an suddenly closed her mouth, and her face turned red—oh my God! What did she do and think just now?

What a shame!