Inside the kitchen.

Originally, half of the chat was chatted, but it was still a warm atmosphere.

It turned out to be suddenly cold.

Xie Lingjiang seemed to have touched a hot soldering iron, and his delicate body trembled and withdrew his hand.

Like a little white rabbit, frightened by the big-tailed wolf, she didn't dare to move anymore, she stupidly propped up the table with both hands, kept leaning forward slightly, and lay on the stove.

Xie Lingjiang turned his back to Ouyang Rong.

Ouyang Rong, who was clinging closely, felt the soft and delicate body of the beauty in his arms gradually burning, and couldn't help but look at her pink neck and side face.

This small monk's robe is indeed too thin and tight.

It was the first thought that popped into his mind at the moment.

The stunning little girl kneading the dough was lying on the stove, burying her head low, like a docile snow-white lamb, bullied, and docile and obedient.

Faintly people can't help it, and they want to bully her even more.

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but glance at the ear beads that were as red as blood jade at hand.

The little junior sister didn't know what she was thinking, she was an ostrich buried in her head, without saying a word, and did not break the deadlock between the two.

However, from the slight amplitude of his careless movements, the small and unpleasant light "um" sound that leaked from time to time from the gap between his mouth, it can be roughly guessed that she is also paying full attention to his movements behind him.

The two who confessed to holding hands tonight fell into a brief silence in the surrounding atmosphere.

Until Ouyang Rong's voice broke the silence:

"Eh, look at my memory, I brought a skirt knife, I thought I didn't bring it, hahaha."

The delicate body of the little girl in the monk's robe in front of the stove slackened slightly.

"Hmm~" responded in a nasal voice.

Immediately, she felt the emptiness behind her instantly, and the slender body behind her, which looked like a huge furnace, was detached from her hips.

In addition to the disappearance of the scorching iron-like sensation, Xie Lingjiang couldn't help but feel a sense of loss in his heart.

It was as if the fullness of the filling was suddenly pumped away, leaving only the cold air to take advantage of the void and burrow into the clothes, cold and empty, constantly reminding the fullness of the previous moment.

"The dough is almost kneaded, I'll go to the kitchen and wash my hands." He ran away without turning his head, his back bent slightly.

"You ...... back"

Xie Lingjiang couldn't help but look back, and before she finished her words, she saw that there was no one in the kitchen, and her heart was as empty as her at this time.

Ouyang Rong had already walked out of the door and went outside.

Xie Lingjiang suffered from gains and losses, and muttered out the words that he had not finished just now, happy and annoyed: "...... Come back, wood. ”

She looked down at the dough, then at the back of his red hand, and suddenly lost the interest in kneading it again.

At this moment, Xie Lingjiang vaguely heard that he seemed to have gone to the squatter side.

After a while, Ouyang Rong "washed his hands" and returned, striding into the kitchen.

"I'm done." He said calmly.

Xie Lingjiang's body relaxed slightly, and he turned his head to look at the senior brother who had returned, with a skirt knife on his waist.

She pursed her lips.

Ouyang Rong quickly broke away and went out just now, and when Xie Lingjiang turned around, he didn't see clearly whether he was carrying a skirt knife or not.

Or rather...... The skirt knife that was as hot as a soldering iron was not the same now.

But the flour on his hands was washed quite cleanly, and the speed was quite fast.

Xie Lingjiang glanced at it and quietly withdrew his gaze.

"When you're done, let's make the noodles." Ouyang Rong said quietly.

"Okay."

There was work to do, and the two of them suddenly put aside their distractions and got busy in the cold kitchen in this temple.

About half an hour later.

A large bowl of hot longevity noodles was served to the wooden table of the squatter by Ouyang Rong.

In front of Xie Lingjiang.

"Okay, listen to you, no coriander."

"Cilantro?" Xie Lingjiang tilted his head.

Ouyang Rong changed to a title she could understand: "Coriander." ”

"Thank you, senior brother."

Xie Ling Jiang happily took out a pair of chopsticks, rubbed them in his hands, and prepared to eat.

Immediately, a large hand covered the bowl.

Xie Lingjiang was stunned for a moment, looked up, and Ouyang Rong squinted and smiled

"Are you still called Senior Brother?"

"That'...... So what should it be called? She wrinkled her little nose.

Ouyang Rong nodded: "Can't think of it?" Then call Ouyang Gongzi. ”

"Think beautifully!"

Xie Lingjiang suddenly straightened his waist, and rolled his eyes cutely.

Ouyang Rong smiled and said nothing, and withdrew his palm.

Xie Lingjiang, whose stomach was already secretly growling, mixed up the topic, and immediately started to move, bowing his head and picking up his face.

Ouyang Rong, who is a little expert in spicy food, put a little dogwood in it, and the spicy flavor was integrated into the lard.

Xie Lingjiang has followed Ouyang Rong for so long, but he has gradually become fond of eating spicy, although he can't eat too much, but at the moment, this bowl of longevity noodles is just right, and it can be regarded as a step to the stomach.

It's true that someone took it to the stomach.

Under the candlelight, the little girl in the monk's robe who served the bowl at the table finished half a bowl of noodles, and her pink lips, which had been washed away by the rain, became red and delicate.

"Hiss~"

Oilstains and green onions stuck to the corners of her red lips, and she forgot to wipe them, spicy gasps, but she couldn't put down the bowl.

Xie Lingjiang became more and more energetic the more he ate.

Looks like I've been hungry for a long time tonight.

Ouyang Rong, who was sitting across the table, supported his chin with his hand, looked at her with a smile, and was silent.

Xie Lingjiang, who lowered his head and picked up his face, was a little embarrassed, and looked up at him:

"Why don't you eat it?"

Ouyang Rong shook his head: "I'm not hungry." ”

"Really?"

"Fidelity."

Xie Lingjiang looked at him, suddenly reached out and grabbed the back of his hand on the table, as if feeling the warm temperature, she exhaled and let go of her hand.

"Well, if you're hungry, say it immediately, don't hide it from me." Xie Ling Jiang had a face: "The wind and cold are also in the body, and you are not allowed to carry it quietly." ”

Ouyang Rong looked helpless: "My body is not so weak." ”

Xie Ling Jiang Liu's eyebrows were slightly raised, and his tone was feigned: "This is not accurate, someone has a precedent, and he was almost scared to death at that time." ”

"Good, good."

Ouyang Rong looked at the little junior sister who was chattering with onion oil stains sticking to the corners of her mouth, and agreed with a smile.

He raised his chin and gestured:

"Hurry up and eat, it's going to be cold, you can't stop your mouth no matter how noodles you are."

"Hmph."

Xie Lingjiang squinted his eyes and demonstrated, picked up the noodle bowl larger than her pretty face again, and continued to snort.

Ouyang Rong seemed to enjoy this quiet moment, his face was serene, and he turned his head from time to time to look at the drowning rain outside the door, and looked back at the little junior sister who was fed from time to time.

After eating most of the bowl of noodles, Xie Lingjiang only felt that his stomach and abdomen were slowly warming, and what warmed up together was the delicate body under the thin monk's clothes.

She subconsciously raised her hand to unbutton a neckline, revealing her thin collarbone, like a delicate work of art.

Ouyang Rong took a look, walked to the fire, and when he returned, he brought back a fox white fur shawl and draped it on her shoulders with his own hands.

"Don't untie it, it's naturally hot when you're full, but you'll catch a cold after a while, if the collar is tight, put on this first."

Xie Lingjiang first lowered his head and was quiet for a while, then glanced at him with disgust, and exhaled like a lan: "You also know that it is tight, who wore the big one away." ”

"Ah, what do you mean?" Ouyang Rong showed a harmless expression of humans and animals: "What big and small?" ”

Xie Lingjiang suddenly became angry, snorted coldly, and continued to bow his head to eat noodles, ignoring this bad guy.

Ouyang Rong blinked, sat back in his seat, supported his chin with his hand, and watched her quietly.

One eats noodles, and the other is distracted.

The orange candle flame on the table stretched the figures of the two very long.

The drizzle outside the door fell slanting on the threshold, ticking, like some kind of lullaby, which made the hearts of the people in the room feel at ease.

The smell of noodles slowly fills the room.

"Tan, Tanlang ......"

Xie Lingjiang suddenly put down the bowl and called him without raising his head.

The sound of "Lang" is very long, soft and glutinous, and it is itchy.

Ouyang Rong thought about it for a while, and changed his name: "Seventeen Niang." ”

"Don't be Seventeen Niang, like an elder, you're still a little rusty, you ...... You call me by my nickname. ”

"Wanwan?"

Xie Lingjiang lowered his eyes: "Well, in the past, only my mother and father could call me by my nickname, and I may have been called by others." ”

Ouyang Rong was distressed: "How do you feel that it is too numb to use the stacking sound." ”

"Tanlang, you...... Okay, okay, then don't shout, Ouyang Gongzi called the concubine to thank the little lady, remember to be polite. ”

Xie Lingjiang grabbed his chopsticks again, squinted his eyes and competed with the remaining noodles in the bowl, poking them off one by one.

Ouyang Rong smiled: "Okay, Wanwan." ”

Xie Lingjiang reminded: "The gentleman is cautious, and Ouyang Gongzi is cautious." ”

Ouyang Rong nodded: "Understood, Wanwan." ”

Xie Lingjiang picked up the bowl with both hands, lay on his back and took a small sip of noodle soup, stood up, and went out with the bowl, unable to see his expression clearly:

"Ignore you, wash the dishes."

Ouyang Rong blinked, and immediately got up to follow.

Xie Lingjiang walked out of the door, and as soon as the night breeze blew, she tightened her warm fox white shawl, and felt someone cheeky behind her,

Xie Ling Jiang Hong's lips bent down hard, along the corridor, into the kitchen, and cleaned the dishes and chopsticks cleanly.

Ouyang Rong also slipped into the kitchen and saw her standing in front of the sink on the stove, washing dishes virtuously.

Ouyang Rong lowered his head to check, tied the skirt knife around his waist, and stepped forward.

He approached the delicate body of the Xie noblewoman directly from behind, stretched out his two hands, grabbed Rouyi, and washed the dishes and chopsticks with her.

Sure enough, Ouyang Rong found that the beauty in his arms showed no signs of struggling, but her head was lower.

Just after changing into a monk's robe, she was drenched in the rain and her sideburns, so she cut a long strip of fabric from the hem of her skirt to serve as a ribbon for her hair, and tied it into a high ponytail.

The supple green silk was like a wicker in the West Lake, brushing the right side of Ouyang Rong's face and chin, a little itchy.

Ouyang Rong sniffed the incense, tilted his head to avoid it a little, and suddenly saw the green onion oil stain on the corner of Xie Lingjiang's mouth.

He put his hand into his bosom, paused, and silently withdrew the hand that wanted to take out the handkerchief.

Why not rub it for her?

Someone nodded.

Xie Lingjiang didn't know Tan Lang's careful thoughts behind him.

With the experience of the last time, in front of the stove, the two of them stood close to each other, and they had a lot of tacit understanding.

Her hips moved slightly, and her position moved slightly, and she cooperated with Ouyang Rong's closeness.

Xie Lingjiang didn't ask him more if he had brought a skirt knife, or if he had brought an extra skirt knife.

It's just a moment, for some reason, her face is even redder, her breath is like an orchid, her neck is bent like a swan, and the movement of lowering her head to wash the dishes is a little awkward.

The two were silent and enjoyed a leisurely time washing dishes for a while.

Until Xie Lingjiang timidly spoke:

"Tan Lang, I used to do a big stupid thing."

Ouyang Rong closed his eyes: "Huh? What's the matter. ”

Xie Lingjiang couldn't speak in a low voice:

"At the beginning of Donglin Temple, Aunt Zhen had the intention of getting engaged, and took the initiative to discuss with my father, and that night, my father asked me what I wanted......"

"So what."

Xie Lingjiang plucked up the courage to say, "So...... In fact, the refusal to marry was not his father's will, on the contrary, he encouraged him. The reason is that it's me ......"

She suddenly turned around, and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist: "Tan Lang, I'm so stupid, really, why am I so stupid......"

Ouyang Rong shook his head and interrupted: "It's normal to be unfamiliar when we meet for the first time, I never believe in love at first sight, slow heat is the way to last a long time." ”

Xie Lingjiang looked up at his calm face and muttered:

"But I've been thinking about it lately, and I even dream from time to time, if I hadn't had so many hypocritical ideas at the beginning, it would have been nice to take my father's advice, maybe we would all ...... now."

"What?"

She longed: "We are all living together on the side of Wuyi Lane......

Ouyang Rong pondered for a while and shook his head: "I think it's good now." ”

Xie Lingjiang cautiously asked, "Aren't you angry when you are rejected and denied?" ”

He dipped his fingers in the water and tapped the tip of her upturned nose:

"I'm not angry, but I'm a little happy, because this is my little junior sister, a tsundere who doesn't hit the south wall and doesn't look back......

"But it seems to have changed a little now."

Ouyang Rong's tone was a little confused: "Could it be that he was stimulated by something?" ”

"Nothing exciting...... she looked away slightly.

Ouyang Rong shook his head and said seriously:

"It's just that now, you may need to wait a little longer, Wanwan, the situation in Xunyang City is a little weird, it's okay for the time being, but many people are waiting, if you take a wrong step, it will be a catastrophe, can you wait for us to leave Xunyang and go to Luoyang......"

"Okay, I know everything, you don't have to worry about explaining."

Xie Lingjiang pressed his mouth with two onion fingers, and hurriedly expressed his heart:

"I understand, I'll be very well-behaved, and I won't mention the engagement or anything to delay your business."

Ouyang Rong was silent for a while, and suddenly pointed to her red lips:

"I didn't wipe my mouth."

Xie Ling Jiang was embarrassed, raised the back of his hand, and wanted to wipe the corners of his mouth, Ouyang Rong pressed her hand, the two of them stared at each other for a while, he leaned forward suddenly, Xie Ling Jiang stared at his beautiful eyes, his little face was temporarily flustered, his eyes were trying to close, and his eyelashes trembled.

"Where's Miss?"

"Please go this way."

At this moment, there was the shouts of Wanqing and other Xie maids outside, as well as the sound of monks guiding the way.

Ouyang Rong and Xie Ling Jiang were separated.

"Miss, you're fine, Madame is looking for you everywhere, worried that you will be drenched in the rain......"

Xie Lingjiang wiped his wet hands on the monk's robe, walked aside, and lowered his head to tidy up his clothes.

Ouyang Rong let out a long breath, turned his head to look at the sky where the rain had stopped, and sighed helplessly.

Xie Lingjiang turned his face and pleaded in pity: "Don't be sad, okay, I'm sad if you're sad, my heart is like a knife." ”

Ouyang Rong immediately nodded and controlled his emotions: "Okay, see you tomorrow." ”

Xie Lingjiang glanced outside the door, and before the maid entered the hospital, she suddenly threw herself into Ouyang Rong's arms and hugged him desperately.

Ouyang Rong was a little stunned by her, but he reacted and immediately hugged her shaved back with both arms.

In the dimly lit kitchen, the two faced each other, hugging each other.

Even if they can meet tomorrow, the separation of lovers is like glue and is extremely difficult to separate.

Xie Lingjiang didn't care about it, and he couldn't wait to rub all his delicate body into his chest.

It's a pity that compared with other little ladies in the world, the two hot beating hearts of her and Tan Lang will always be a few inches away.

The jade man was full of arms, and Ouyang Rong instantly felt an unprecedented sense of full happiness.

In the past, it could be seen from a distance and could not be blasphemed, but now it is the canteen of his own son......

She suddenly tiptoed, leaned into his ear, and whispered:

"Tan Lang, I'll go first, but ...... But there are still two soaking wet clothes in the room, you ...... Can you help me dry it? ”

After speaking, without waiting for an answer, the corners of Xie Lingjiang's lips wiped vigorously on the fabric on Ouyang Rong's shoulder, blushing, and fled.

Ouyang Rong was stunned, his fingers touched the oil stains on his shoulder, and he looked at the figure of the little girl in the monk's robe leaving wearing a drying dress and a fox white shawl, he couldn't help frowning and wondering.

In other words, didn't she take the dress and close-fitting gauze with her, and what clothes did she not wear, leaving him to dry? Socks? Wait a minute......

Suddenly, the face of a certain upright gentleman changed slightly.

Such a little junior sister, he is a little difficult to top.

(End of chapter)