Shu Wuyan was so rich that he could rival the country, so how could he let Shu Chenyu be alone outside?
Li Luo nodded, picked up the bun and took a bite. He ate casually, but soon Li Luo paused and chewed carefully, with a thoughtful look on his face. Shu Shenyu looked hopeful and said crisply: "
I have never made steamed buns before. Grandma Cheng taught me how to make the skin, and Grandma Xiao taught me how to make the filling. Isn’t it delicious?”
"Didn't anyone teach you how to handle fire?"
"What's the heat?" Shu Chenyu was startled, his pretty face turned red, and he let out a sigh. He hurriedly opened a bun and took a look. The skin and fillings of the buns should not kill anyone, but the fillings here are of different colors and stick to each other.
The ones on the skin are cooked, but the inner ones are still raw. The fish's face turned red, and the word "shy" was visible.
Although the buns were raw, Li Luo stuffed the whole bun into his mouth, gargled the fish and let out a soft sigh. Li Luo waved his hand, turned around and walked out of the shed. After a while, he came in with four jars of wine and asked: "How do you like it?"
Do you want to drink?”
Shu Shenyu swallowed, shook his head, and nodded: "I have never drank, but I can drink." The implication was that if Li Luo asked her to accompany him to drink, she would definitely drink even if she couldn't.
"This wine is for you. It's all good wine. If you like it, drink it. If you don't like it, let others drink it." Li Luo put down the wine jar, turned around and left, "Thank you for the buns."
"Hey..." Shu Chenyu called out, but Li Luo had already gone back to his dilapidated yard.
An older mother-in-law came out of the backyard. I don't know whether it was Grandma Cheng or Grandma Xiao who was gargling Chen Yu's mouth. She looked at the four jars of wine on the table and said harmoniously: "Okay, Chen Yu, don't leave the prince here.
He is thinking about the past friendship, but he doesn't have the heart to talk about it now, don't be anxious, take your time."
"Grandma..."
"Hey, it's really hard on you kid. I don't know what your father thinks about asking you to marry him. Our Chen Yu can have whatever he wants. He can't choose whose son he is. It's really..."
"Grandma, he is not bad."
"I'm not saying he's not good, but he may not be a good husband for Chen Yu. People like him only go out for a year or two. When will you marry him and have children?"
Shuchenyu's face was as shy as a peony in May, and he covered his ears and ran back in a hurry. The old woman shook her head repeatedly, with a sad look on her face, and followed her in while holding a few jars on the table.
Li Luo left a jar of Jinbo behind, returned to the yard, tied up his horse, and lay down under the eaves as usual. A jar of Jinbo went into his throat. It was still early, so Li Luo fell into a deep sleep. In the evening, Li Luo
He was awakened by the sound of the door being called. He stood up and took a look. He didn't have to go to open the door. Through the broken courtyard wall, he could see Shu Chenyu standing outside, holding a porcelain basin in his arms and covered with a piece of white cloth. Li Luo went over to pull it.
Opening the courtyard door, Shuchen Yu's face turned red with embarrassment, and he said softly: "I made a lot of buns today, but I didn't sell them. I'll give you a few to eat." After saying that, Shu Shenyu put the porcelain basin into Li's house.
After stuffing Luo Luo into his arms, he ran back to the opposite room as fast as he could. Li Luo opened his mouth and wanted to talk to her. Why was he so afraid of himself? However, Li Luo touched the porcelain basin in his arms and shook his head slightly.
Sigh, let’s not talk about the quality of this bun. This porcelain basin alone will be more than enough to buy these two courtyards and the entire street after selling it. The money spent on cleaning the house is really not worth it.
At night, the wind was light and the clouds were light, and the stars in the sky gathered together to form a river, the Tianhe. Li Luo sat on the bank of the Kunjiang River, looking up at the stars. He wondered if there would be someone like him sitting on the bank of the Tianhe above his head, looking at the sky.
The Kunjiang River below me.
There was a rustling sound. Li Luo turned around and saw that it was Shuchen Yu. He lowered his head and sat down on a dead tree five feet away from Li Luo. He held a piano in his arms.
Not daring to look at Li Luo, he flicked his fingers, and the music of the piano flowed out slowly along with the water of Kunjiang River. Li Luo listened very carefully, and the music he played to wash away the fish was a piece of piano music that talked about the scenery, not the mountains and flowing water.
It's the tired birds returning to the mountains and forests at night. They miss each other, are happy, and talk to each other. Most of them are naturally lively, and their fingering skills are skillful. Li Luo feels that they may not be worse than Mo Qing in Su Xiaolou. Perhaps the hint of shyness and reserve is more touching.
.
After finishing playing, Li Luo just waited for the moment to open his mouth. The soles of his feet were on fire as if they were on fire. He picked up the piano and ran away quickly, leaving Li Luo alone, speechless. I just want to say something to you.
, but having said that, who gave Shu Chenyu the bad idea? It’s really difficult for Miss Shu’s family.
The next morning, Li Luo got up early and wanted to return the carriage. Unexpectedly, there were guests coming outside. Ma Sancheng led a handsome and energetic young man over. He looked a bit like the two Fan brothers.
Similar, it is probably either Fan Wenzhao or Fan Wensheng's nephew. Li Luo guessed right. The young man who came was called Fan Li, and he was Fan Wenzhao's son. He was one and a half years younger than Li Luo. This time he came before
He came to take his father to express his gratitude. Ma Sancheng led the way and gave Li Luo enough face, so Fan Li slightly disapproved from the corner of his eyes. However, before going out, his father had told him that if the things were ruined, he would not be able to eat and carry around, so Fan Li could at least put on a show.
He looked enthusiastic and approachable. Li Luo calmly accepted the two taels of silver reward that Fan Wenzhao ordered Fan Li to bring. He only saluted with due etiquette, without any unnecessary gratitude, and showed even more indifference.
Fan Li looked unhappy, and even Ma Sancheng felt that Li Luo was a little too cold. However, Ma Sancheng knew that Li Luo had always been like this. Seeing that Fan Li was a little dissatisfied, he quickly smoothed things over. Fan Li didn't say anything else and asked the boy aside.
After catching the Fan family's carriage, he was about to go back. When he turned around, he saw a man standing in front of the shop across the street. Fan Li only took one look, and his whole body was like a thunderbolt, and he could no longer walk.
The man was leaning against the door and looking at the side of the street. His beauty was beautiful and as quiet as water. He just stopped so casually and absorbed the beauty of the Kunjiang River and the freshness of the sky.
Like this shore, this street, this ferry, there is no color except for her. The silver bowl contains snow, the bright moon hides the heron, maybe the Kunjiang water girl accidentally revealed her traces, leaving a trace
Youth is in the world.
Fan Li's face was red, his heart was beating like a drum, and he stared blankly at the woman in front of the door. He couldn't say a word for a long time. Shu Shenyu was originally looking at Li Luo, but his mind was on Li Luo. When he saw the young man looking at him so presumptuously, he
Her pretty face turned red, and she felt a little annoyed in her heart, but she was gentle and didn't think much about it, and turned around and entered the backyard.
After the fish was gone, Fan Li calmed down and left in despair. Ma Sancheng had a strange look on his face. When did Zouping Ferry have such a fairy?