At the moment, Sun Yunniang's mind was blank for an instant, and from the time Wei Wufeng touched her hand, she was already stiff.

She doesn't want her hands to tremble... Whoever makes him do things is always so unexpected.

Does he think he is the female version of Megumi Yanagishita? How can I find a chance to hint at him?

The warm side face was close to her, and the breath sprayed on the tips of her ears, tickling and numb, who could stand it.

But he still had to endure not being seen by him, so he could only desperately force himself to settle down, and follow the strength of his hand to write intently.

"Ha, it's really better than just now!" Sure enough, it is a famous teacher and a high apprentice, Sun Yunniang smiled like a flower, these words are much better than those just now.

It doesn't seem that she has no talent, it's just that she has an excellent teacher, if the modern Chinese teacher is him, maybe she can still have some attainments in calligraphy, haha.

Sun Yunniang, who was intoxicated by the sudden small satisfaction, did not notice that the hand that clenched her before had already been released.

The man was looking at her side face faintly, and it seemed that he rarely had the opportunity to look at her closely, even the thin sweat on the bridge of her delicate nose and the fine fluff on her white earlobes were clearly visible, and the red cherry lips were crooked and smiling, which was really cute.

He swallowed hard, his heart beating more and more uncontrollably, and he became more and more sure of some of his inner thoughts.

The person in front of him didn't know that he was thinking like a tide in his heart, writing one word after another, the more he wrote, the more he took advantage of it, his heart was so happy that he couldn't wait to share it with others immediately.

Subconsciously turned his head, "Childe, look! Isn't it a lot better! ”

But his cheeks were rubbed against something, soft and wet.

When he was past his face, there was only half an inch left between him and him.

For a while, the two of them remained motionless as if they had been immobilized.

How can his face be so good-looking, the eyebrows are really like paintings, the eyelashes are like brushes, the tips of the eyelashes are slightly curled, with those phoenix eyes, it is really charming...

The thin lips opened slightly, and then gently pursed them, as if they were savoring something.

The one just now... Something hot and soft and wet couldn't be his lips!

Also, why is his face getting closer and closer, and his eyes getting more and more confused.

The air also seemed to be getting thinner and hotter.

"Sun Niangzi! Charcoal is ordered! It's said that tomorrow..."When Changshun ran in with a big grin, he met the picture of the two of them almost on their cheeks.

My mind was blank for a moment, and I didn't know whether to turn around or cover my eyes for a while, so I subconsciously cleared my throat and simply raised my head high to look at the ceiling.

The corners of his lips held back a smile: "I disturbed the two, I didn't see anything, you continue, continue." ”

Seeing that he silently turned around and was about to walk out, Sun Yunniang finally reacted, stood up in a daze, and took two big steps back to widen the distance between him and Wei Wufeng, "Come back!" ”

"What's the bother, don't talk nonsense, Childe is just teaching me to write, what charcoal did you just say..."

Changshun turned around slowly, and sure enough, Childe had a murderous expression, what kind of sin did he create, the door of this shop was so open, how did he know that he would bump into Childe's good deeds...

I had to smile, "Hehe, the charcoal is ordered, and the store says that it will be delivered before noon tomorrow." ”

"Oh." Sun Yunniang's pounding heart finally slowly returned to normal, what happened just now must have been just the two of them too focused, oolong. But how to ease the awkward atmosphere is a problem.

"There's nothing to do, or you say, I'll write it." Wei Wufeng sat down, as if nothing had happened, and he was bored and mentioned the wolf's hair.

"Write what? I'm here to help, too! Changshun was also curious, took a stool and sat down, and reached out to get a pen and paper.

It turns out that even Changshun can write, Sun Yunniang frowned, and couldn't help but be a little frustrated.

As if he saw something, Wei Wufeng said slowly: "There is a specialization in the art industry, so you don't have to mind." ”

The ruler is short and the inch is long, too, so thinking about it suddenly becomes clear again.

Next, she dictated the contents of the copy, and saw that the master and servant had put pen to paper, and a neat piece of small block appeared on the paper.

Especially Wei Wufeng's handwriting, which is extremely elegant and atmospheric, but he still deliberately restrained his pen and tried his best to make the words look neat, probably because he was worried that ordinary people would not be able to see clearly.

It's like when I took the college entrance examination, I deliberately wrote the words straight and straight, for fear that the teacher would look too crooked and deduct the paper.

However, it doesn't seem very appropriate to compare her dog-like bad characters to that flowing calligraphy......

That's it, Sun Yunniang read, the two of them wrote, but the more they wrote to the back, the more Wei Wufeng felt his heart fluctuate.

The idea she dictated, in Nanchu, I really haven't seen a second one, he looked at the other party silently, a pair of deep eyes with undisguised appreciation, how many surprises can she bring him.

Nearly an hour passed, and the hundred or so pieces of rice paper were finally finished.

When he stopped writing, Chang Shunzhi complained about his sore eyes, and Wei Wufeng couldn't help but rub his sore hands.

Sun Yunniang silently looked at it, and for their sake of working so hard today, she also wanted to get some new dishes to treat them.

By the end of the day, all the preliminary preparations are complete, and we only need to wait for the ingredients to be prepared tomorrow, and the store will be ready the day after tomorrow.

Sun Yunniang's thoughts didn't stop for a moment, silently checking and filling in the gaps in her mind, to see if there were any things that had been missed before the opening, but she didn't delay her speed of shopping for groceries while thinking.

Half-heartedness and non-delaying is a natural skill of hers.

It wasn't until she entered Yuqingzhu and chopped the ingredients in the kitchen that she sorted out the opening list in her mind.

I took a deep breath, and now I was relieved, and I settled down to prepare for cooking.

She scooped a small spoonful of lard into the clay pot and put it in the iron pot that was hot, and the lard soon made a sizzling sound, and the solid white paste quickly melted into a liquid.

After the oil temperature is hot, sprinkle ginger, garlic, raw peppercorns, tomato slices, stir-fry until the fragrance overflows, then pour it into the boiling pot, add half a pot of water, sprinkle with salt.

While the soup was still hot, she pulled out some charcoal from the stove, and saw that the stove was slowly getting smaller, and then put the kneading meatballs into the pot one by one.

The soup was simmered slowly over low heat, and the red meatballs slowly boiled into white meatballs.

It wasn't until the soup was bubbling that she gently shoveled the balls with a spatula to avoid sticking to the bottom.

Gradually, the balls that had sunk to the bottom floated one by one, and with a gentle press of the chopsticks, the balls sank and floated in the soup, and the minced meat did not spread out at all, and it seemed that the heat was almost over.

She quickly added a handful of charcoal to the stove, poured a pot of black things into it, added some sliced potatoes, yuba, and vegetables and boiled for a while, then sprinkled garlic sprouts, green onions, and tomato slices, and started the pot.

Everyone is tired today, so let's make another appetizer.

Set up the iron pot again, pour half a spoonful of lard and half a spoon of rapeseed oil, and pour in a large bowl full of finely chopped ingredients.

The fire kept stir-frying, and the rich fragrance overflowed, even she, the cook in charge of the spoon, couldn't help swallowing her saliva, lifted the spoon, and put a bite in her mouth with chopsticks to chew, and it was really strong!

Immediately sandwiched half a fist-sized minced meat into it, continued to stir-fry, saw that the minced meat was almost cooked, sprinkled with salt, a little shrimp paste, a small spoon of soy sauce, and then fried a few times to collect the juice and mix well.

"Wow! My Jade Emperor, what a smell so fragrant! Changshun didn't know when he ran into the kitchen, took a deep breath of the aroma inside, and his intestines instantly gurgled, "New dish, definitely new dish!" ”

"Little brother go and put out some rock sugar and sour radish in the glass jar, I soaked it the day before yesterday, it should be ready to eat, I will make another dipping water here, and you can start eating!" Sun Yunniang wiped a handful of sweat from her head and slowly put the dishes on the plate.

Changshun is also going to find an altar.

On the other side, in the bedroom, the master and servant in white and black clothes were whispering something to each other.

Changbai, who was dressed in black, leaned forward slightly, and said: "Because of the sage's sentence "Ten years old ministers must not be tortured", that Dali Siqing still looked unscrupulous at first, even if he heard that his family had fallen into our hands from Wang Guifei, he only hesitated, and gritted his teeth.

Unexpectedly, in order to protect herself, Wang Guifei directly broke her arm and designed a prison night stab, but fortunately, she was calculated by her master to be fully prepared, but... That Dali Siqing was directly frightened of urinary incontinence, and confessed the three princes on the spot. ”

Wei Wufeng's eyelids lifted lazily, "What did you get punished?" ”

Changbai frowned heavily and replied: "Punish the imperial tomb for one month, no matter how the officials oppose it, the saint also insists on his opinion. ”

"Forming a party for personal gain, attacking the prince, and guarding the emperor's mausoleum?" Saying that, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth pulled slightly, sure enough, it was something that Emperor Yuan could do.

Ignorant, aiding and abusing again and again, this superficial and beautiful Nanchu fell apart at some point, and all of it was destroyed in his hands.

"Childe, Childe! Time to eat. ”

Chang Shun let out a soft shout that brought him back to his senses, and his face, which had been gloomy a moment ago, instantly turned shiny.

He got up and stroked the folds of his clothes, and was about to walk out.

"Master, that Dali Siqing was finally sent to southern Xinjiang, do you need to give him a ride?" Changbai hurriedly stepped forward and added.

Wei Wufeng only lowered his head and straightened the folds on his robe, and said absentmindedly: "That's it, what should be done, you and remember that the purpose of all this is just to confuse the public and delay tactics, and wait until the Tiger Talisman of the Northwest Wolf Army is retrieved, a noble concubine and a waste-like prince, so why care." ”

"Yes." Changbai bowed, watching his master leave, but his brows twitched unconsciously, as if he wanted to torture the prisoner every time, didn't he come up with some infiltrating punishment every time... For example, what cut ears and fill lead, poke eyes and sprinkle salt, and quench poison and carve naked......

Is this something that ordinary masters can come up with?

So when didn't I ask him for his opinion and then increase the sentence, for fear that he would be dissatisfied and his bad anger would come up again and cause old diseases.

But recently, the master has been a saint with a pure heart and few desires, how can there be any anger, is it really as Changshun said, was cured by Sun Niangzi's food?