His eyes were too deep and burning. Jiang Yanyi dared not look directly into his eyes and said, "You are the general of Xizhou. If something happens to you, the entire Xizhou will not be in chaos."

"Just because of this?"

"Of course, you have saved me several times, and I can't just watch the sword slashing at you."

"What else?"

Jiang Yanyi's cheeks were a little hot, and she turned her face and said, "I am kind-hearted, can't I be brave enough to do justice?"

Feng Shuo raised the corner of his mouth, as if he wanted to laugh, but he quickly stopped it again, and a itchy sound came into his throat. He covered his lips and coughed twice: "It's very difficult to hear a truth from your mouth."

Jiang Yanyi's face became hotter.

The carriage stopped in Feng Mansion. When Jiang Yanyi got off the car, Feng Shuo said, "I'll come to the store to eat the stewed pig's trotters later."

Jiang Yanyi was stunned for a while, but didn't notice anything wrong with his words. She glanced at the blood on his sleeve and remembered: "You go back to the house to see the doctor first, don't come out to blow the air. I'll send it to the house after the pig's trotters are stewed."

I'm so hurt, I'm still thinking about eating!

"It's good." Feng Shuo said.

Yang Xiu, Bing Shao and the others followed Jiang Yanyi back to the store. Yang Xiu recalled the hand that Feng Shuoxue helped when Jiang Yanyi got off the car just now, and the familiar tone between the two. Looking at Jiang Yanyi's back, his eyebrows frowned, and something flashed in his eyes.

Although the store has not opened these days, Okra still has to wipe the bowls and tables every day. Jiang Yanyi said several times that she didn't open these days and didn't have to do this. But Okra is as stubborn as ever, as if these things are the missions she must complete every day.

When Jiang Yanyi came in from outside, Okra was putting the newly wiped bowl into the cabinet. When he saw Jiang Yanyi, he said in confusion: "Huahua, your face is so red."

Jiang Yanyi touched her hot face and fooled, "Is that so? Maybe it's because the wind is strong outside and it's blowing red."

Yang Xiu, Bing Shao and the other two entered the house. After hearing what she said, Yang Xiu glanced at her, but said nothing.

Jiang Yanyi went into the kitchen and found that the seasonings for stewed elbows were complete, but there were no fresh elbows, so she asked Yang Xiu to go to the horse butcher and buy a pig leg back.

If you stew it clean, you will eat a umami flavor. Now it is definitely too late to hang the broth.

Jiang Yanyi found some dried bamboo shoots soaked in warm water. Stewed dried bamboo shoots and bacon was Jiang Yanyi's best dish in his previous life, and it was indispensable on the table during the New Year.

Dried bamboo shoots are more fragrant than fresh bamboo shoots, and the bacon tastes mellow. Jiang Yanyi couldn't help but swallow her saliva just by thinking about the taste. However, she has not smoked bacon yet, so she can only go to the market to buy fresh meat.

Jiang Yanyi is an old customer of Ma Butcher. Every time the meat sent by Ma Butcher handles it cleaner than the ones sold to other stores. Despite this, after Yang Xiu bought the elbow, Jiang Yanyi checked it carefully to see if there were any pig hairs that were not shaved, and if there were any, she would use tweezers to unplug it.

After blanching the elbows and other pork leg meat, she cut the flower knife and put it in a casserole with water to stew it, and added ginger, garlic, large ingredients, fennel, tangerine peel and other seasonings to remove the fishy smell.

The best effect of soaking the dried bamboo shoots overnight is the best, but it is too late to get enough time. Jiang Yanyi and the dried bamboo shoots are softened, so they cut them into sections and put them in the pot and cook them.

Thinking that Yang Xiu, Bing and Shao followed him to the Korean government to hold a meal, Jiang Yanyi asked Okra to help peel some potatoes and cook rice for six people.

Jiang Yanyi is very good at this bite with potato rice with stewed pork elbows.

The way to cook potato rice is like pumpkin rice. First, stir-fry the potatoes with large oil, stir-fry them, add seasonings and stir-fry them, and then spread the rice on top.

When cooking for the stove, Jiang Yanyi has always been very good at controlling the heat. This time, after the rice at the bottom of the pot made a slight "crackling" sound, Jiang Yanyi let the okra go out.

When I lifted the lid of the pot, the rich rice fragrance and the golden potato crust of the pot were baked out along the heat.

Jiang Yanyi took a shovel and the golden potato crust underneath was turned up. The large oil she put was not much, and the crust looked golden, but it didn't feel greasy when she got it, because it was made of firewood and the taste seemed to be more fragrant.

"Go to the restaurant in front to serve the rice." Jiang Yanyi said.

Before, they had their own meals either on the small table next to the kitchen or in the yard outside. But now there were more Yang Xiu, Bing and Shao, and the small table in the kitchen seemed a little crowded, and eating in the yard outside was cold.

Okra nodded and sucked his nose hard, as if he was afraid that the aroma of the food would run away, so he quickly picked up the bowl to serve the rice.

Jiang Yanyi went to the stove to see the pork elbows stewed in the casserole. She covered the lid of the casserole with a wet handkerchief, and suddenly a strong aroma of meat and bamboo shoots rushed into her nose.

Jiang Yanyi poked her elbow with her chopsticks, and found that the chopsticks could be pierced into the skin of the elbow with a slight touch. The elbows were stewed softly. She nodded with satisfaction: "The elbows can also be out of the pot."

Jiang Yanyi found a soup cup and put the elbows that he was about to give to Feng Shuo first. Then he put the other pork leg meat, meat and soup into the soup, and put a few pieces of coriander and took it out.

Although there were not many dishes in this meal, the more the food was, the more delicious it was. Jiang Yanyi specially cooked rice for two people, but the pot of potato rice was still eaten clean, and even the elbow soup was poured into a bowl by Yang Xiu, Bing Shao and the other two.

Although both of them rushed to wash dishes after the meal, Okra was still not very satisfied with these two "stops". The reason was that most of the pot bar she was thinking about was shoveled away by them.

Jiang Yanyi’s grievances towards Okra were unknown. After dinner, she took the soup cup to Fengfu to deliver the soup.

Feng Shuo was in his own yard. When he went out, he was wearing an ink-colored python robe and a moon-white robe. When Jiang Yanyi approached, he smelled a smell of medicine on his body. It was thought that when the doctor bandaged his arm after returning home, he learned that he had blown a cold wind and let him bathe in the medicine again.

The ground dragon burned in the room, and Feng Shuo no longer wore the heavy fox fur cloak. His long hair was not tied up, and he was only loosely tied with his forehead band, revealing the delicate jawline.

He sat on a mahogany chair, holding a book in his hand, turning a page from time to time, his posture was a little idle.

"Didn't it mean that it only takes half an hour to stew elbows?" Hearing the sound of footsteps, he said without raising his head.

Jiang Yanyi opened the food box and took out the soup cup that was still a bit hot. "It only takes half an hour to stew the ingredients, so doesn't take time to process the ingredients?"

Listening to her different tone from before, he raised his eyebrows lightly and smiled on his lips: "I'm much more courageous."

Jiang Yanyi put the soup cup in front of him: "How dare you? You should eat it while it's hot."

Feng Shuo used his left hand to scoop a bite of the soup. The aroma of the dried bamboo shoots was blended into the soup, giving the elbow soup a little more flavor. He said: "It tastes good."

A piece of elbow skin can be tear off by gently picking it up. The skin is filled with tender flesh that is suitable for fat and thin, with a delicate texture and a full of glue.

Jiang Yanyi didn't feel strange when she saw him holding a spoon with his left hand. Now she saw him holding a chopstick with his left hand, and she didn't seem to be uncomfortable at all. She couldn't help but wonder: "Can you use both your left and right hands?"

Feng Shuo glanced at her: "A normal person can use both left and right hands."

"No, I mean, you can also hold chopsticks in your left hand and write these?"

Feng Shuo nodded. He used to be a left-handed man, but later he received more strange gazes, so he forced himself to use his right hand.

Jiang Yanyi said with an envious look: "So amazing."

Her eyes were bright, and they were really full of novelty and admiration, without any false emotions.

Feng Shuo felt as if his heart was touched by something soft, and that corner also softened. In the past, when he used his left hand, others always looked like he looked at a monkey, and even laughed at him. This was the only time someone praised him because he used his left hand.

He said with a little self-deprecating voice: "What's so great?"

"Just like you now, even if your right hand is injured, you can still eat with your left hand without relying on others." Jiang Yanyi felt that this guy was quite suspicious of Versailles. She said: "When copying books, you can save half of the time with both hands?"

Looking back on her previous student career, the memory of the Chinese teacher asking to copy various ancient poems is still vivid in my mind. If she had written with two hands at that time, she would not have been sore in her homework.

Feng Shuo looked at Jiang Yanyi. The discrimination and ridicule that he had suffered because he was a left-handed man seemed to gradually fade away in his heart. The black haze faded away and shone into a hint of warm sun.

He held the wood and said inexplicably: "Don't you know that a person born left-handed has an evil fate?"

Jiang Yanyixin said that feudal superstition is really harmful. A left-handed man can draw so many tricks. She said speechlessly: "Do you believe this kind of thing?"

Feng Shuo took a sip of the soup. The soup was so mellow and fragrant. It warmed all the way from his throat to his stomach. The coldness that belonged to the memories seemed to be driven away by this warmth. He said, "Don't believe it."

Jiang Yan advised him to drink the soup and said with a smile: "Eat more elbow meat to replenish the shape."

Feng Shuo just picked up his wooden hand and ate it, changed to a pair of public chopsticks and picked up a piece of elbow meat with leather and flesh to feed it to her.

Jiang Yanyi waved her hand: "I've eaten it before I come."

No wonder she came so long.

Feng Shuo's hand did not take it back, but kept holding it up: "You can come here to eat next time."

As he said that, he sent the chopsticks to Jiang Yanyi's lips again, "It's public chopsticks."

Although there is a one-month period, Jiang Yanyi can't even understand what stage they are now.

He used both public chopsticks, which were too obvious and pretentious. Jiang Yanyi hesitated for a while, but still ate the piece of elbow meat.

Feng Shuo glanced at her feet and said quietly: "To replenish the shape with shape, you should eat more."

Jiang Yanyi: "..."

This love can't be discussed!

No matter what Feng Shuo said, Jiang Yanyi ignored him and simply picked up the book he placed on the table and read it.

But he was reading a military book. Jiang Yanyi only read two lines and felt that one was the first and two were big. Soon he put the bookmark on it and put it back in the original place.

Feng Shuo saw it and said, "There are some books in the bookcase over there. Go and see if you like anything."

He has collected many lonely books in his bookcase, and he can't buy them even if he spends a lot of money outside.

Jiang Yanyi didn't know this, and guessed that Feng Shuo would have to finish the soup for a while, so he really got up and went to the bookcase to look for books.

The books on the bookshelf are arranged in a row in a neat manner, and Jiang Yanyi found that there are basically nothing new. Obviously, these books are not decorations, but people are often reading them.

Jiang Yanyi searched for a long time and found a travel notes of a great poet of the previous dynasty in a military strategy. She looked through a few pages and found that there were customs and foods in various places during her travels. She immediately became interested. She took it back and sat cross-legged on the futon by the window and looked relish.

The skylight shone in from the screen window. She sat cross-legged, supported her elbows on a low table, held her cheek with one hand, and pressed her index finger on the edge of the book page in front of her. Her fingertips were green and her pages were yellow. The two contrasted with an indescribable smell.

The broken hair was pulled behind her ears, revealing a clear face, with a quiet expression. Perhaps because she saw something interesting, the corners of her lips bent upwards, and her smiling eyes seemed to be clear waves on the lake in March.

Feng Shuo used up the soup and saw this scene as soon as he looked up.

He just looked at the person in front of the window quietly, and was unable to speak out to break the beauty of this moment.

Jiang Yanyi noticed that his eyes turned around, and before the smile on her face could be taken back, Mingyan couldn't be put into a prescription: "Have you finished eating?"

"Yes." Feng Shuo responded lightly and suddenly said, "When are you going to tell your uncle about us?"

"ah?"
Chapter completed!