The two of them sat cross-legged on the small table, Feng Zhiwu brushed aside the outer layer of mud and took out the flower chicken inside.

The meat is golden and dripping with oil, and the fragrance is overflowing, it is just the degree of roasting, not burnt or woody, and it is tempting to move your index finger.

He broke a chicken leg for her.

After a bite, Si Nannan was full of praise:

"My cooking skills are amazing, aren't they?"

It's so delicious, soft and glutinous.

Feng Zhi glanced at her worriedly and did not speak.

"Such a delicious thing is called flower chicken, only our Nannan can roast it, His Royal Highness the King of War, you can taste it!"

Feng Zhiwu took a small bite of face.

"How?"

"Isn't it delicious?"

"I'm such a genius."

"I'm only five and a half years old, and I'm so proud of my dad!"

Si Nannan took the fragrant chicken leg in his mouth, praised himself from the bottom of his heart, and threw himself to the ground with his admiration for his cooking skills.

Feng Zhiwu, who was sitting on the other side, was a little silent, as if he was dumb for a while, silently took a bite of chicken, looking at the complacent little girl, the arrogant tail was about to go up to the sky, and the outline of her eyebrows naturally softened a little.

Should I tell her that the black charcoal she roasted has been thrown away, and this chicken called Hua Chicken is made in the kitchen?

She seems to have lost herself in pride?

That's it......

"His Royal Highness the War King, if you like to eat it, I'll bake one for you tomorrow."

“？”

You don't have to!

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After a pleasant dinner, Si Nannan slipped away, and Feng Zhiwu looked at the chicken bones on the table and couldn't help laughing.

But as for why he laughed, he didn't know.

When he slept at night, he actually dreamed of Si Nannan.

In the dream, Si Nannan grew up, wore a fiery red wedding dress, walked up to him step by step, and put his hand in his hand......

When I woke up, it was already dark.

Lin Feng's face was very strange, "Master, it's past the time of the last dynasty." ”

For the first time in the years of following the master, I saw the master sleeping lazily.

"His Royal Highness the War King!"

Outside, Si Nannan was shouting, and he didn't know what was going on, but Feng Zhiwu was like touching a hot potato, hurriedly wrapped in his robe, and ran over the wall.

？！

Lin Feng's eyes were about to pop out.

What's the situation?

Why is the master getting stranger and stranger?

"His Royal Highness the War King," Si Nannan trotted in, "Lin Guard, isn't the War King here?" ”

"Well, master, he turned ...... He has something to do, is there something wrong with Miss Si? ”

Si Nannan let out an 'ah', and his little face fell: "I deliberately got up very early and made pastries." ”

When she thought that her father was about to come back, she was in a very good mood.

Lin Feng's eyes lit up, "The master is not here, why don't you let the humble post try?" ”

"Forget it, you're not worthy."

Si Nannan thought for a moment, then shook his head and left.

“……”

Miss Si, are you polite?

The other side.

Feng Zhiwu, who had fled and left, appeared in a temple at this moment, which was the largest temple in the imperial capital city, Tianling Temple.

Located on the highest Qingcheng Mountain outside the city, Tianling Temple has a history of more than 500 years, after the rise and fall of several dynasties, it is the most effective place in the hearts of the people, and there are countless people who worship the Buddha every day.

Inside the Zen room of the back temple.

When the bell rings, the cicadas chirp quietly, the heart is like falling dust, and it naturally returns to calm.

Feng Zhi twisted the incense, closed his eyes and knelt in front of the Buddha, his heart was like a mirror.

"Your Highness the War King, why do you have time to come here today?"

Outside the door, a kind master walked up with a smile.

Feng Zhi turned his head worriedly, "Master Fa Xian." ”

"Amitabha."