11 Happy Enemy

The main cell of the inkstone department.

Yao Ling sat on the haystack all over the ground and didn't want to move.

Because once you move, you will be touched by the handcuffs and shackles, and the sound of Ding Lingdang makes people upset!

Well, this time... the disaster of imprisonment.

Yao Ling clenched his fist, Xiao Fengchuan, if I want to follow you again in the future, it's my brain! Following you, it won't be strange to experience all the bad things in the world!

Didn't you say you invited him to cook? Didn't you come to help with the kitchen? There is no reason why you are thrown into prison as soon as you enter the mountain!

Is this the way of hospitality for the demon clan?

"Hey, the one at the door, are you a wooden man? From morning to now, I have asked you 300 times - where is Xiao Fengchuan?

The guarded demon turned his back to him and didn't even move his eyebrows... To be honest, I couldn't see his face, but it felt like this.

"Hey, please say something even if you move it! Can you stand still for five or six hours in a row? Don't be thirsty, don't be hungry, don't be hungry, don't scratch, don't fart?"

Yao Ling completely lost his confidence. If he hadn't been restrained by the cuffs of this imprisonable spell, Yao Ling would have pinched a thunder formula to shock him fiercely to see if he was moving or not!

"Just tell me which cell Xiao Fengchuan is in... I'm controlled by you. Even if I know where he is, I can't do anything? If you don't want to talk to me, can you use your mind silently?"

I have been talking to myself for most of the day in this blind cell.

Thirsty. Hungry. Sultry.

Xiao Fengchuan... Next time there will be such a thing, you will die and be brain-damaged, and I will never care about you!

"Oh, who are you angry with with your head down? I didn't expect the heir of the phantom fairy to be so calm."

It's a perverted paper kite!

It's great to stand up in the distance. It's finally a talkative person, even if it's a pervert!

"Don't open your mouth and shut your mouth, the descendant of the virtual fairy!" Yao walked to the door of the prison with aura, "Didn't you say you wanted to invite Xiao Fengchuan to cook for the inkstone master? Why can't I see anyone else until now? No... Why do you lock us up and switch off?"

"It's okay to close it together. But if we close it together, we have to sleep together again. The paper kite fiddled with the hair around her ear and covered her mouth with a smile.

What?" We have to sleep together again...

How could he know what happened in Wufu...

Never mind that." Don't change the topic. I'm asking you, why am I in the cell!"

"Xiao Fengchuan is in the cell next door. He heard all the words you shouted - I mean, he was very happy to hear you so angry. Zhi Feiyuan glanced at the next cell.

Yao Ling didn't know that he was lying. If Fengchuan could really hear her shouting, she would have heard the sound of Fengchuan cutting vegetables and fried rice.

Cooking in the cell. It's really unexpected.

"The four famous dishes in Yangzhou, after Emperor Yang of Sui took the dragon boat to enjoy the beautiful scenery of Yangzhou, he ordered people to create the famous dishes under the title of Wan Songshan Mountain, Money Pier, Ivory Forest, and Sunflower Heights - squirrel mandarin fish, money shrimp cake, phoenix peony and sunflower meat. Xiao Fengchuan has been done."

is indeed one of the four famous dishes. In the whole Yangzhou city, I'm afraid that only Xiao Fengchuan can make a taste that matches the beautiful scenery.

"But--" The paper kite raised his hand and ordered the jailer to unlock the lock for the distant spirit. "Before presenting the dishes, he wants to confirm your safety."

Confirm my... safety?

This Xiao Fengchuan has a little conscience! Yao Ling walked out of the cell and completely forgot to confirm whether the thunder-stopped jailer would speak or not.

The cell next door. Four plates of cooked dishes have been placed on the plate, waiting to be presented. Along the way, Yaoling saw that the cell was heavily guarded, with copper walls and iron walls. I don't know if Yanzhu will put them back after eating.

It's not surprising to put people in their cells at the beginning and make some excessive business of crossing the river and tearing down bridges.

Xiao Fengchuan was relaxed. He sat at the table with his legs crossed. He always looks fearless in the face of danger, which really doesn't seem to be pretended.

"Are you all right?"

Two people speak with one voice. Silence at the same time.

The four eyes are opposite, and they quickly move away while the line of sight collides.

It's like looking at each other.

"You see that she is safe. Can you present the dishes now?" The paper flying kite urged outside the prison door.

"What are you urging! You have to be relieved when you eat milk!" Xiao Fengchuan slapped the table, "You go out first. I have something to say to Yaoling alone!"

Do you have something to say to me? Do you still want to separate them all?

Yao Ling's face turned red. No, it's not because of this sentence, it's the last sentence of this sentence - so vulgar!

Zhi Feiyuan waved her hand and really avoided it with two jailers.

In the dark cell, there are only two people left, Fengchuan and Yao Ling.

Fengchuan looked at Yaoling and looked at her directly, as if he would never see her again.

"Remote Spirit." Fengchuan stretched out his hand to Yaoling. Remote spirit instinctive to dodge--

Unfortunately, I didn't avoid it. Because of the shackles, it is impossible to hide your hands behind you.

Fengchuan took Yao Ling's hand.

He didn't hold it tightly, just held it gently. Yaoling couldn't pull out his hand at all.

The warm big hand completely wrapped the cool little hand.

"Far spirit. I don't want to say sorry to you." Fengchuan's voice was extremely gentle, "I know you are worried that I insisted on following you. As I said, I belong to the battlefield, and I will not hesitate even if I give my life.

suddenly saying this kind of life and death-like words...

"I don't want you to leave me, but I don't want you to suffer because of following me." Fengchuan's eyes suddenly darken.

I have never seen his eyes so gloomy. The bright and clear eyes... are gray.

It's like losing hope. Life.

"So, before it's all over, there are some things I want you to know." Fengchuan took her hand and lowered her voice...

The heart of the distant spirit is pounding.

It's the second time to face life and death with this nuisance.

The first time, you shed tears for me; the second time, I shed tears for you.

"Money shrimp cake, first cut the shrimp into thin slices, first put in boiling water and then cold water, fry it into the pan until golden brown, and then pour the sauce; you must remember the specific amount of this sauce..."

This is...

The tears on Yao Ling's face have not dried yet.

Is this... the recipe for money shrimp cake?

He was sensational for a long time just wanted to tell me the recipe?

"Wait a minute." Yao Ling quickly stopped Fengchuan, "Do you have anything else to say to me besides the recipe?"

"Other? That's all for these four recipes. Although there are other exclusive recipes, I usually don't have time to write them down. If I can't get out this time, I will lose it! But there are too many. I'm afraid you can't remember..."

"So you want to see me before the food is served so that I can help you spread the recipe!"

"What's the matter! I gave you all the chances to live. What's wrong with you helping me remember a few recipes?

That's right, but I thought you wanted to... I thought you would say...

Yao Ling couldn't help it anymore. He squatted down and cried out--

"No, no, how can I wrong you?" Fengchuan saw that Yaoling cried like this and there was no way - strange, what should he say just now?

In fact, it's because I didn't say what I should say.

Only when you cry.

"In a word, this matter has nothing to do with you. I'm the only one who stays here. Boss Yan has no reason not to let you go. Wipe your tears quickly." Fengchuan raised his sleeves to wipe Yaoling's tears. "No matter how much you cry, the smell of vegetables will make you cry."

Yao Ling raised his face. I don't know why she stopped crying.

Fengchuan's action of wiping her tears suddenly looked like... like a nanny's sister and a mother who had a vague impression.

And the smell of soap horns on his body - it turned out that it was not the smell of chopped green onions and vegetable oil. Before, I always felt that his body was greasy, but it turned out to be the illusion of the color of clothes.

This taste is very much like a father, like a brother...

Yaoling has never met his father, let alone his brother, and he doesn't know if he feels right.

But...

Yao Ling jumped into Fengchuan's arms.

Cry loudly. It seems that I have never cried so much in my life.

"Far away! Your shackles are on my ribs! Good...so hard..."

Fengchuan opened his hands and didn't know where to put it.

Hey.

You can't push her away.

Nonsense! Which normal man will push away the girl who jumps into his arms!

I have been practicing for so many years... Like a child, I will cry all the time.

Hand...finally put it on her back. Slap gently.

"Well, just cry enough if you want to. Even if the taste of the dishes is sour by you, I have a way to make them sweet!"