Jiang Yanyi spread his hand and rescued his face: "I understand."

Then the next second, she asked again, "Why is it me?"

Feng Shuo stared at her for a while and said quietly: "I have a limp in my eyes and looked at you, okay?"

Jiang Yanyi: "..."

She glared at him angrily, "Dare you ask when the prince's lame problem will be cured?"

The wind and snow outside the house were sobbing, and the cold wind poured in from the open door, blew Feng Shuo's long hair hanging down his shoulders, wrapping out his slender figure. He looked at her frustrated appearance, and the sharpness of her usual days faded from her eyebrows and eyes, and a little smile was dyed: "I will never be better in this life."

Jiang Yanyi's heartbeat was half a beat faster: "When did you become so slick?"

Feng Shuo came out anxiously, without wearing a cloak, and the wind blew, and a itchy sound surged in his throat. He covered his lips and coughed twice, "I have never coaxed anyone except you."

Jiang Yanyi's lips curled up: "What about the future?"

"In the future... I may have to coax one or two more girls."

Still want to find a little girl?

Jiang Yanyi changed her face instantly: "Your Majesty should go and find the little girl now."

Feng Shuo smiled and said, "Who will I give birth to a little girl without you?"

Jiang Yanyi blushed, "You... are vulgar!"

Feng Shuo smiled and did not answer again.

If this is called vulgarity, he has a lot of thoughts about her.

There was a sound of knocking on the chub outside the long street. Feng Shuo glanced at the soup rolling in her pot and asked, "Are you busy until this time every night?"

"It's just today. I've been delayed for a while before making jerky." Jiang Yanyi saw that the soup in the pot was almost hanging, so she added the last handful of firewood to the stove. When the firewood was burned out, the remaining heat in the stove could continue to simmer the soup in the pot. When she woke up tomorrow morning, she could use it directly.

Feng Shuo's eyes swept across the stove and saw the bay red jerky that she had put in the basket before she had time to put it into the cupboard. He picked up a piece and tasted it. The jerky dried after stewing, and the meat lost a lot of moisture. It was not as soft and tender as fresh meat, but it was not difficult to chew. The aroma of the braised meat seemed to be locked in the meat, and the more you chewed it, the stronger the aftertaste.

There are also jerky cut into strips next to it, which is more beautiful in color, but it is very thin, with white sesame seeds sprinkled on it, and the skin is yellow and bright under the candlelight. It looks like oil. I picked up a piece and found that what is covering the skin of jerky is not oil, but the faint sweetness belongs to honey.

Feng Shuo took a bite of the jerky meat: "Is this a new dish to be sold in the store?"

"My uncle is going back to the capital to pick up my mother and grandmother. This is the dry food I prepared for my uncle on the way."

Feng Shuo said: "I will also go out for a few days."

Jiang Yanyi was stunned for a while before recalling the meaning of Feng Shuo saying this.

Is he asking himself to prepare dry food for him?

Jiang Yanyi said suspiciously: "It's so cold, and your old illness has not been cured. Where are you going?"

"It snowed heavily on the grassland, and the cattle and sheep were cut off. The Turks were unable to grab enough food before the winter began. When they were in desperate situations, they would definitely focus on the inner gate. If I don't go to the army for a long time, it will inevitably make the Turkic Khan suspicious."

Previously, Fan Yaonian ordered Xie Zhizhou to release the Turkic prince into the city, and must have informed the senior Turkic officials about his old illness. The Turkic prince entered the city, one was to explore the virtual and the reality, and the other was to facilitate the cooperation with the Turkic army inside and outside when siege the city.

Fan Yaonian made a lot of calculations, but only missed that Chu Changping was not dead after being taken off the cliff by him, and even brought the news that he had sneaked into Xizhou to Feng Shuo. Only then did Feng Shuo follow the clues and uproot the entire Fan Yaonian, Xie Zhizhou, and Hu family.

Only the Turkic prince was shot and it seemed to have evaporated from the world after being shot. Feng Shuo blocked the whole city for many days and searched from house to house, but he never found any trace of him.

The worst speculation at present is that the Turkic prince has found a way to leave Xizhou City.

If he cannot go out to fight, this is an excellent opportunity for the Turks who are staring at Xizhou.

So he had to go to the army, and even practice military exercises, at least it was a deterrent to the Turks on the surface.

Jiang Yanyi remembered Chi Qing's words that few people knew about Feng Shuo's old illness, and couldn't help but say: "How did the Turkic people know that the injury on your body occurred in the severe winter?"

A sarcasm flashed in Feng Shuo's eyes: "I have been given to the one in the palace."

He was injured back then, and several times he stepped into the gate of hell with half his foot. The military doctor who treated him shook his head and said that even if he could survive, he would probably suffer from illness in the future.

Later, he locked up the news about the injury and gave the military doctor a lot of money, allowing him to rot the secret into his stomach and return to his hometown to retire.

Later, in order to avoid being discovered, he only used the doctor in his house to take the pulse and treat the doctor. He thought that this matter would not be known again, but he was too cautious in using the doctor, which made the emperor suspicious. When he interrogated Fan Yaonian, he learned from Fan Yaonian that the emperor ordered people to find the military doctor and asked about his old illness with torture.

Feng Shuo didn't want to say much, so he wouldn't make Jiang Yanyi worry for nothing. He stopped talking and said, "If the soup is ready, you can rest soon."

Jiang Yan understood the intention. He came here tonight mainly to just say it himself, so he would not have to cook medicinal food in the next few days, after all, he was not at home.

No matter how much worries she was in her heart, she couldn't help him in these matters. However, if the heroine was on the way to Xizhou, logically speaking, the Turkic prince should also be in Xizhou. Xizhou City has been strictly investigated these days, perhaps Feng Shuo was investigating the Turkic prince.

It was related to military affairs, and Feng Shuo didn't say it, and she couldn't ask.

But if the Turkic prince could be captured, the Turkic Khan would not dare to act rashly for his son.

Jiang Yanyi pursed her lips and said tentatively: "Recently, only people are allowed to enter and not leave. Are you catching someone?"

Feng Shuo said: "A Turkic worker sneaked in."

"Is it also a woman?" Jiang Yanyi asked.

When she was in the Xizhou camp, the prostitutes had mixed up with Turkic works, and the word "Ye" in her words could not be wrong.

However, Jiang Yanyi said this, but it was not just a simple curiosity. In the original book, when the heroine first met the Turkic prince, the Turkic prince dressed in women's clothing in order to avoid searches.

Feng Shuo shook his head, "It's the Turkic prince."

But Jiang Yanyi's words still gave him some ideas. The people under him checked all the men in Xizhou City but couldn't find the Turkic prince. What if... the Turkic prince really pretended to be a woman?

Thinking of this, Feng Shuo's eyes suddenly became cold and he said, "You rest earlier, I'll leave."

It was snowing outside, and Jiang Yan thought that he was not wearing a cloak or something. He remembered that he had a brocade rat leather cloak on him, so he got up and walked quickly to his room: "Wait."

Feng Shuo stood there for a moment, and saw Jiang Yanyi coming over with a cloak, the one he gave her in the military camp.

"You've kept it?" Feng Shuo's eyes lit up.

Jiang Yanyi nodded.

She can throw away such good materials, but she is not stupid.

But obviously Feng Shuo was very happy that Jiang Yanyi had kept this cloak, and the smile in his eyes became a little deeper.

Jiang Yan remembered all the things he had in Xizhou Camp, and in a trance, he felt that it was something of his previous life.

She hated him so much at that time. Who would have thought that she would go this far with him again?

Jiang Yanyi also raised a smile on her lips.

Under the candlelight, her lips were bright red, and her beautiful autumn eyes seemed to be filled with light, and her fine temples scattered on the side of her face, with indescribable tenderness.

Feng Shuo raised his hand to help her brush her hair behind her ears, and her knuckles touched the skin on her face as if they were close and separated.

Looking at her plump lips, he suddenly asked, "What kind of saliva are you using today?"

Jiang Yanyi didn't understand why he suddenly asked this question and replied: "It was the mouth fat you gave me before, which was fragrant with camellia."

Feng Shuo leaned over to her lips and pecked her lightly. When he raised his eyes again, he seemed to have only stolen a fishy cat: "It's indeed the fragrance of camellia."

Jiang Yanyi was stunned, and then blushed completely.

This person...why is this?

Seeing her shyness, Feng Shuo's eyes turned a faint smile: "I'm really leaving this time."

Jiang Yanyi nodded. Seeing Feng Shuo climbing over the wall, he went into the house and put all the prepared jerky meat into the cabinet and went back to the room to rest.

Jiang Yanyi’s hot pot restaurant is as busy as usual.

The war in the south has had some impact on some merchants who have business dealings with the south, but because transportation limits the scope of trade, the currency between the north and the south is not developed, and the impact is minimal.

When the people first heard about the war, they were frightened for two days and they should do whatever they should do. Their life was still as usual. The price of rice and meat only rose slightly because of the government's control and it quickly stabilized.

In line with the current situation, the restaurants and teahouses not only talk about the wars in the south, but also the unofficial histories of various dynasties have become a topic of relish. The storytellers all talk about the wars of the country. "Dream of Red Mansions" is not so popular, so Jiang Yanyi brought out another famous book "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", and the restaurant was filled with diners again.

Jiang Yanyi was so busy that she wanted to have three heads and six arms. At this time, Chu Yao's arrival made her breathing a sigh of relief.

Perhaps because he had seen the attitude of Taihelou and Laifu Restaurant, Chu Zi's mind has become much calmer now. He didn't even want Jiang Yanyi to double the wages he paid. He also reduced the wages he gave him in Laifu Restaurant two yuan, so he just asked Jiang Yanyi to give this number.

Jiang Yanyi knew that her store was busy and she was not easy to do things. She paid high wages for the people below, so naturally she could not lose money to Cook Yao.

She likes to deal with straight people, and she decided to pay Chef Yao every month. She took Chef Yao into the kitchen. She handled all kinds of meat products for making dry pots in advance. What did the diners order, just mix meat dishes and vegetables into the pot and stir-fry them.

But when the scented pastry is not a veteran in the stove, he can't grasp the degree well. Jiang Yanyi demonstrated it once, and Chu Yao was completely competent.

He was very good at cooking, both in controlling the heat and estimating the time of cooking. Jiang Yanyi tasted a piece of dry pot wing tips he made. Because of the physical difference, Chu Yao's movements were more neat, whether it was stirring the pot or stir-frying, and the seasonings were more evenly tasted. Jiang Yanyi nodded repeatedly after eating it, and handed the dry pot to Chu Yao for making it.

When she was about to go to the counter outside, Aunt Guo, who was standing on the top of the fire pit, suddenly shouted, "Shopkeeper, there are mice in our kitchen. Look at what this piece of sausage is like."

Jiang Yanyi hurried over and saw that the piece of sausage on Aunt Guo’s hand was gnawed by a mouse. She said, “Aunt, please see if other meats have been bitten.”

Aunt Guo pushed away the bacon that was hanging together and looked carefully. "There are two more sausages that have been gnawed, but the bacon has not moved."

Jiang Yanyi said: "Take off all the bites by rats, and you can't take these sausages."

She put more spices when making sausages, which smelled more fragrant. The bacon was only marinated with a lot of salt, which was so salty that the mouse probably only chose sausages.

Jiang Yanyi looked at the bitten pieces of sausages and felt distressed and angry.

She was careless because she had never found any traces of mice in the kitchen. She thought there were no mice at home, so she was gnawed.

She said, "I will go and carry all the cats next door I have been kept in the afternoon."

After feeding the cat for so long, the female cat no longer rejects her. The kittens have grown up a little and can run around. Every time she goes to Fengshuo courtyard, in the flower garden, in the bamboo bushes, on the walls, and even under Fengshuo's desk, a cat can grow.
To be continued...