Chapter 393

The chef respectfully saluted Yao Sisi and Zuo pianfan, "childe, madam, I'm going to perform."

There is a big plate and a small plate on the table. The big plate is half a meter in diameter. In the small plate, there is cucumber and a section of sugarcane.

The cook took out a cucumber from the side, held the tail of the cucumber in his left hand and slowly lifted it up. He looked at the cucumber with concentration. After a while, his right hand moved, and the knife brought up a cold light. One knife, one knife. Each piece cut was as thin as a cicada wing, and it could be connected with each other. Yao Sisi and Ben didn't see how the man did it, but only saw after counting the knives, The cucumber has been cut to the beginning of its tail, and the pieces of cucumber are connected only by a little, without breaking. What's more valuable is the word "uniformity". Even the connection between each piece and each piece is so uniform, without any defect.

Use this cucumber slice to surround the city on that big plate for one or two times. After that, the second cucumber is also staring, but the staring time is obviously shortened. When the road light flashes again, the same situation as the first cucumber appears again. The knife light was repeated, but none of Yao Sisi's eyes left the cook's knife and cucumber. Although it was a repeated action, in her eyes, the action was so vivid and amazing. Cucumbers are still getting longer and circling. This is the second, followed by the third and the fourth... Each cucumbers are going through the same process. When the last cucumbers disappear, the plate has been filled with the green color of a plate, and the thin cucumbers become a rotating arc, which is very beautiful, like a plate of green jade delicacies.

Then, the cook peeled the sugarcane and replaced it with a small carving knife. After a incense burning time, the cook carved many white balls with sugarcane and sprinkled them on it at will. It looks very beautiful.

"Are you ready to eat?"

Yao Sisi asked eagerly.

Zuo pianfan held her slender waist, "I can't eat yet."

Yao Sisi was about to ask again. At this time, a waiter brought a bowl of golden juice and handed it to the cook. The cook took it and put it in the middle of the plate. At the beginning, it was empty by him. He arched his hands and said, "childe, madam, this plate of rain falling pearls has been prepared. Leave."

"Yes."

Zuo pianfan nodded, stretched out his hand and patted. Immediately, two or three servant girls rushed in with plates of food, and then put down the food and retreated.

Yao Sisi was already impatient. He hurried to the table and sat down. "It's so delicious. Are these dishes made by the man just now?"

"Well, yes."

After that, Zuo pianfan was afraid to look at Yao Sisi and muttered, "this meal cost 1000 liang of silver. Can it not smell?"

Yao Sisi had already turned his attention to a table of delicious food, where he heard Zuo pianfan muttering.

"Delicious, delicious..."

Watching her eat happily, Zuo pianfan was also very happy and sandwiched a duckling leg for Yao Sisi, "this is delicious. Try it."

Yao Sisi laughed twice, swallowed a piece of tofu and greeted Zuo pianfan: "you too."

Yao Sisi ate a lot of this meal, but Zuo pianfan didn't eat much. He stared at Yao Sisi for the whole meal. When Yao Sisi was full, he felt much better. He joked, "what am I doing? I have delicious food?"

Zuo pianfan smiled, "yes, you are much better than rice. The ancients said that beauty can be eaten. You are not a good beauty on a plate!"

"Oh, ice, thank you."

Zuo pianfan sat in the yard looking at the scenery with Yao Sisi in her arms. When she heard this, her eyes paused and turned to Yao Sisi's face, "thank me for what?"

"Thank you for trying to make me happy. Thank you for letting me eat such a delicious meal."

"You are my wife. You make you happy and eat well. You should be a husband. You don't have to thank me. I also want to thank you for staying with me!"

She leaned on his shoulder, closed her eyes and let the breeze blow her hair. They sat like this. It was beautiful and beautiful. What a warm picture!

Marshal's mansion in yingbingcheng, Dongfeng break's temporary study

There is a pair of couplets at the door of the study, the first couplet: life knows the evening scene every year, and there are frost and snow clouds at the end of the world. Second couplet: the bottom of the pen can handle the world's affairs, and the cabin can help the world. These are probably written by the people here for thousands of years. I have to say that they are very ambitious, antique and delicious. Through the window, there are three rows of bookshelves. On the left side of the bookshelf is a sandalwood table. Behind the table is an eternal black dress. There is no mask on his face. The silver mask is placed on the edge of the table, which may fall off at any time.

Dongfeng Po looked very complicated. He wrote on the paper with a brush. He was probably dissatisfied. He rubbed it into a ball and threw it on the ground in front of the desk. There are many big or small paper balls on the ground, and two children --- girl --- are vaguely recognized on the paper ball.

In this way, after writing, throw it away. After throwing it, there is stubborn writing. The number of paper balls on the ground gradually increases until the ground in front of the desk is slowly full of paper balls. He still didn't stop and was still writing. It was just that others wrote to nourish their temperament. At the beginning, he was calm. The more he wrote, the more difficult he was to control himself. His face was violent.

The door suddenly turned into a figure, cut the sunlight into two sections, and the light suddenly darkened. At this time, the east wind broke and subconsciously raised his head. The black, beautiful eyes like the first quarter moon lost their luster, and there was a heavy color of fatigue. When he saw the young man in a green robe, he suppressed his anger after being disturbed, and his eyes withdrew, Continue to write.

Childe Luo hesitated for a moment and went in. He picked up a paper ball and opened it. The words on it were vigorous and powerful, penetrating the back of the paper. "Girl, I will never be weak and give up you." After looking at it, young master Luo pinched it at will, threw it on the ground, walked to Dongfeng Po and asked with concern: "Feng Po, are you okay? Don't be too extreme."

"I'm fine. Tomorrow, I'll return to the dynasty as planned. You take me to manage temporarily, and I'll follow."

Childe Luo shook his head, "why? Well, you'll finish your business first. You don't have to worry about the army."

"Thank you, son."

A very sincere tone can fully express Dongfeng Po's endless gratitude.

Pat Dongfeng's broken shoulder, "don't do this between brothers. As a big brother, I hope you don't be extreme."

Dongfeng Po's eyes deviated slightly, and soon disappeared with a trace of guilt. He paused for a few seconds, "I have my own discretion."

"Let's go. Tomorrow, we'll leave. Today, our brothers will have a few more drinks."

Childe Luo skilfully bypassed the desk, took down the brush from Dongfeng's broken hand, put it aside, and invited made a gesture.

Dongfeng Po knew the purpose of Childe Luo. He didn't want him to feel uncomfortable. If there was any extreme way, since he was so worried, he had to be broad-minded to reassure him, so he smiled and said, "OK, don't go back if you're not drunk."