Uncle, I will marry you

Chapter 44 Spring Festival
In this room, Puyang Fenghua is making lotus flower cakes leisurely, his movements are elegant, white flour sticks to his crystal and slender fingers, adding a bit of fireworks.

Gritting his teeth: "You all get out! Get out!" Puyang Yuren looked at the embarrassed Yu Huang and Lu Sheng and shouted angrily.

The two put down their things awkwardly, and walked out of the kitchen dejectedly.

Puyang Fenghua raised the pastry in the shape of a little white rabbit in his hand and smiled, "Ayu, is it cute?"

After looking around, it turns out that Puyang Fenghua also has such a lovely side.

"Uncle Huang, you should go out too." Puyang Yuren really had no way to calmly look at the four different cakes in Puyang Fenghua's hands, but the lotus cake looks better.

"Fenghua..." Puyang Yuren poked the little white rabbit who was disliked by the teenager, it seemed that he didn't look like it.

"Ah?" Puyang Yuren looked at the man suspiciously, and shouted in his heart, Uncle Huang is not normal today, he is too cute.

"Everyone is equal today, isn't it? You said it yourself, Ayu."

The corners of his eyes twitched, that's what he meant.

"Fenghua... you'd better go out."

"I make cakes." Puyang Fenghua was very satisfied with that Fenghua's voice, and the corners of his eyes were full of doting smiles.

Almost fell to the ground, she obviously bought pastries in a restaurant.But when he saw the man concentrating on making the pastry in his hand, he took a step back and said, "Then, the emperor... Fenghua can't add to the chaos." After getting used to being called the emperor's uncle, the man looked at him with Youyou's eyes, and quickly changed his words.

"Yeah." He continued to bury his head in pinching the four different pastries.

Among the three people outside the house, some were happy while others were worried.

Wen Yu clapped his hands and applauded, and finally didn't have to go into the kitchen.

Lu Sheng scratched his head, and after thinking for a long time, he came to a conclusion that his swordsmanship was pretty good. Look at how well that fish fillet was cut. It was so thin that there was no shadow under the sun.

Yuhuang drew circles sullenly, why could Puyang Fenghua hold a bad rabbit in it?She's going to draw circles on the ground?
Puyang Yuren's only hobby in his previous life was collecting delicious food from all over the world. Every time he received a mission, the first thing he did was not to lay out detailed information about the enemy, but to inquire what was delicious in that place.This problem has been ridiculed by Feng Di, saying that she is a foodie.In fact, she doesn't have high requirements for food, she just wants to eat some, and most of the time, it's not to satisfy her appetite, but to learn how to cook.Thinking, if one day, I can also make it for my family.But since coming to a different time and space, there has never been a chance to show it.

Picking vegetables, washing vegetables, cutting vegetables, everything by myself.

Puyang Fenghua, who was holding the little white rabbit pastry, had already stopped his movements. Seeing the young man's skillful movements, he was full of surprise. Ayu, who grew up in the deep palace, could cook?He just knows how to make a kind of lotus flower cake.Seeing the young man operating freely, the doubts in his eyes became more and more serious.

"Can you make a fire?" Puyang Yuren turned around and asked someone who was still struggling with the four images.

Nodded, he really knows this.

It was originally a fluke, but the result was unexpected.

"I didn't expect Fenghua to make a fire." The corners of his eyes were crescent-shaped, and he was in a good mood.

"Ah, back then in the palace..." Puyang Fenghua didn't say the rest of the words, the past, let it be dusted deep in the memory.Even if it was the darkest memory, he didn't want to be mentioned, and he didn't want others to know.That was his most unbearable side, and no one could spy on him.

Seeing that the man didn't want to continue talking, Puyang Yuren smiled and said, "Light it up, this chef wants to show you." Everyone has a past that they don't want to mention, unless they want to, no one will talk about it. Can force him to face that unbearable and fragile period.The more successful people are, the more blood and tears are blurred behind them.For a person as peerless as Puyang Fenghua, how can someone who has never experienced a storm develop a calm and breezy temperament?

Seeing the young man's smile like the breeze and the moon, Puyang Fenghua also smiled, reluctantly letting go of the four-faced rabbit: "It really looks like a rabbit."

Hearing the man's muttering, Puyang Yuren almost cut his own finger, it was really quite different.

The scene was warm, the winter sun slanted a little bit, and sneaked out of the kitchen. Except for the bright light in the stove, everything in the kitchen was dark.After packing up the tableware, Puyang Yuren looked at the delicacies on the stove with satisfaction, sniffed his nose, and felt a little satisfaction surging in his heart.

"It's open!" I taught towards the outside of the kitchen, I'm afraid everyone will be hungry after waiting.

The strong aroma of vegetables wafted from the kitchen, attracting the attention of several people.

"Is the emperor cooking?" Wen Yu sniffed and guessed.

Lu Sheng nodded: "It should be." His master knows a lotus cake, but nothing else.

Yu Huang hugged her chest: "I didn't expect Ah Yu to be able to cook?"

When everyone heard the boy's voice, they rushed in, eager to see the results of the boy's one hour in the kitchen.Walking into the kitchen, the fragrance is more intense, and it smells very appetizing.The three of them stretched their heads and looked at the neatly arranged dishes on the stove.

"Wow... there is my favorite eggplant cake." Wen Yu pointed to a plate of golden food and clapped happily.

"Huh? There's even Mushu meat." Lu Sheng stared at the plate of three-color dishes, feeling extremely happy.

Yu Huang smiled silently while staring at the stone pot fish.

Looking at the smiles of the three of them, it effectively infected the young man's mood. It seemed that my usual observation was not in vain.

Only Puyang Fenghua looked at those dishes calmly, after scanning them once, a faint disappointment was rippling in his heart like duckweed without roots, circled and sank like water.

Puyang Yuren looked at the man in red from the gap between the three of them, and took out seaweed rice from the steamer behind him: "Fenghua, I don't know what you like to eat, so I made a full meal for you on my own initiative." The man His taste has always been very bland, and she has eaten with him for a long time and has never found out that he has a soft spot for any dishes.This is the same as the feeling he gives people, lightly.From another perspective, perhaps, he is an extremely insecure person who does not reveal his preferences in front of others, or he has never given himself a chance to develop preferences, and he is equally sad and happy about everything.

(End of this chapter)