After being dressed as cannon fodder, I feed tyrants by cooking skills

Chapter 157 Peeling chestnuts

The clouds covered the entire sky, and the setting sun reflected on it, and was blown away by the autumn wind after a while. The original small piece of golden light gradually expanded, coating everything with a halo of light.

Qi Yan sat under the light, lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, his deep facial features were cut by the light and shadow, and the golden look climbed up the bridge of his nose, leaving a shadow.It's like a delicate jade carving, cold and emotionless.

Only then did he react when the figure in front walked by, and raised his eyes following the color.This time the light was shining on his face, he squinted his eyes, the stars were scattered, and the corners of his mouth seemed to finally move.

Jiang Yu was inexplicably dizzy, and the light shrouded everyone.

The teacup was caught between his jade-like long fingers, and there was still half of the bowl left, so he raised his head.The moment he raised his hand, the bright smile of the person in front of him flashed in his mind, as if grass had grown in his heart, the laughter echoed for a long time, scratching at the tip of his heart.

The grass is dense and soft, and under the slight caress of the spring breeze, there is still a faint fragrance.When the spring breeze blows, the grass grows again.The iceberg in my heart seemed to have melted away, and when I saw her, didn't the spring that had been hiding poked its head out again?
The rim of the bowl stuck to his lips, but stopped abruptly.Just because I heard her say: "Your Majesty has been tired all day, why don't you stop and have a rest?"

That's what he meant.

After staring at the densely packed small characters for a long time, they were deeply imprinted in his brain. The ink in the inkstone was grinded and grinded again and again, and there was movement outside Lu'an just as he went out.She is the only one who can come and go freely in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Only then did Jiang Yu present the "baby" she brought.If it was just a side dish just now, the powerful ones have to be put behind.For example, the lotus root meatballs on this table.

Everything can be deep-fried. Chopped lotus root is mixed with minced meat to form a small ball, then coated with flour and rolled in oil pan, the fragrance will come out.

"...Wrapped in egg liquid, dipped in bread crumbs, pan-fried until golden on both sides, and taken out, the elderly and children love it, and the children next door are crying." Really nothing can escape this theorem.

The moment the meatballs were placed on the table, a few chestnuts with a box fell out, unbiased, and rolled right in front of Qi Yan to stop.He easily held it in his hand.

"Don't eat that." She opened her mouth to stop it.It's not that she doesn't want it in her heart, it's just that she understands his taste, and she never touches what he doesn't like, and besides, it's not specially made for him, it's clear that the lotus root meatball in front of her is the protagonist.

With a "click", the two quilts covering the yellow flesh were squeezed open, and the shell was peeled off with the fingers, leaving only the yellow lying naked on the fingertips.This is?
I saw him reaching forward, holding the chestnut without any intention of letting go, his tone softened unconsciously, and it sounded a bit like coaxing a child: "Eat it."

Jiang Yu spread her palms, boom, a complete chestnut was placed in her hands, and the moment the two hands touched, she could clearly feel the unusual warmth.It was vaguely similar to the feeling in the previous dream, warm hands grasping her hand, holding her tightly...

She lowered her head, and the ambergris spread from the tip of her nose, carrying a few wisps of cool and delicate fragrance, as if it had been baked by the setting sun for a long time, crawling inch by inch into the depths of her memory.Jiang Yu's heart was burning hot unconsciously.

Before swallowing the food in his mouth, he heard another "click" over there.Every time Qi Yan moves, an innocent chestnut fried in sugar loses its warm quilt.Is it so cruel, how can you be so bad to take off the quilt of others...

She should have thought that she was here to feed him, but why did she vaguely become the one who was fed?
"No, you can't peel it anymore. If you peel it again, I won't be able to eat it anymore." After swallowing that one, she didn't reach out to pick it up again. How could this happen?Although there are only the two of them now, no one else is here.If word of this spread, His Majesty would peel her chestnuts with his own hands, wouldn't it make people laugh out loud?

Or let the officials know that they must not regard her as a witch of the cholera government, and jointly sign a petition to eradicate her?Soaking pig cages, burying alive, dismembering corpses by five horses, and all kinds of capital punishment... She couldn't bear any of them.

Jiang Yu knew that her thoughts had gone far again, so she shook her head violently to wake herself up.

The coldness on her lips melted into a smile under the warm light, and the warm breath came over her, making her feel both familiar and strange.

She waved her hands repeatedly to stop him, but he still kept moving his hands. Seeing that the example he brought was about to bottom out, the surrounding chestnut shells were piled up like a hill.This person, once his stubborn temper comes up, if you don't let him do something, he will do it.

Jiang Yu had no choice but to go over to stop him. She moved in a hurry. When she came over, she accidentally hit the wooden shelf beside her. The white porcelain vase on it was precarious, and it was about to fall and hit her. , only felt that the back of the head and the back were tightly encircled by a pair of rock-solid arms.

"Crack——" There was a crisp sound, and only fragments fell to the ground.

Jiang Yu opened her eyes in a daze.

Dazed by the golden light, Qi Yanhu stood behind her, his scorching eyes swept over her body, after making sure that even a single strand of her hair hadn't been messed up, he let go of her hand unhurriedly.

"Tick tock—" This time it seemed that something sticky was dripping on the ground.Jiang Yu looked at it, and saw a spot of bright red sprinkled on the clean blanket.It flowed down from his palm to his fingers little by little, and the table was also a mess. The tea flowed on the table, the same as the end of the vase, and the teacup did not escape.

Peach Blossom's eyes were wide open, round, and there was some water mist inside, like a deer running in the forest, Qi Yan turned his eyes away.

"Does it hurt?" she asked.

Why didn't it hurt, I didn't have time to think about patting my hand on the teacup, even the shards got stuck in my palm, the blood was still flowing out, hurting my right hand, I'm afraid I couldn't even approve the memorial.

He nodded, with an imperceptible smile on his lips, his heart was tightly wrapped by the firelight, warm and joyful.

"Oh, Your Majesty, how did you do this?!" Lu'an, who was outside, was terrified by the successive movements, so he rushed in to take a look.He went out in a hurry again: "This servant will quickly pass on the imperial physician to you."

Seeing His Majesty like that, what else do you not understand?The master of the co-author is enjoying it, if he doesn't run away quickly, I'm afraid he will still have to brush the barrels for the next month.

"I'm injured and there will be a lot of inconvenience."

There was something nasal in the answering voice: "Hmm..."

"Then can you come to the front? I will send someone to transfer you over." He took advantage of the victory to pursue.

"it is good."

Jiang Yu came with a food box, and when she left, she didn't have any empty hands. She was holding chestnuts without shells in her palms.

　Author Jun: Well, in order to promote the development of the relationship, the old mother has broken her heart.Yanzi, give me your strength, hurry up and take it and it's over.

　　Qi Yan: Do you think I don't want to?Isn't this working hard?
　　Jiang Yu: Ah yes yes yes, the two of you conspired against me, you still have to write me so stupid, no matter how old I am, the vase can still be smashed. . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)