Chapter 68

In the evening, Su Yemu went out to look for a hair dryer after taking a bath. He opened the wardrobe on the other side of the room and hung his orderly military uniform on it. It was obviously he Yunting's clothes.

Su Yemu is shocked. Isn't this a guest room? Why is he Yunting's clothes?

"Susu, I'm in."

Outside came the sound of he Yunting. Su Yemu closed the wardrobe and said, "come in.".

So he Yunting, wearing a nightgown, appeared in front of Su Yemu. His lapel was not well done, and his chest showed hard and solid muscles, with clear curves and beautiful appearance.

Su Ye Mu stretched out his hand to poke and exclaimed: "it's really powerful. How can you practice it? I don't have it. The meat is soft. "

Su ye muwei opened his nightgown to let he Yunting see the delicate white flesh on his chest, which made people want to touch it. He Yunting's eyes were dark, his throat moved and his muscles collapsed.

Su Ye Mu didn't find he Yunting's wrong, just sighed with regret. In his last life, because he often bumped his stomach muscle and biceps brachii, he could not see it after wearing it.

He Yunting said in a hoarse voice: "more practice and practice, how is the hair still wet?"

"Can't find a hair dryer," Su Yemu felt his hair, all water.

"In the bathroom!"

He Yunting goes into the bathroom, takes out the hair dryer, and helps Su Yemu blow his hair; his bony and powerful fingers pass through his hair, and the warm wind blows. Su Yemu, sitting cross legged by the bed, yawns, and almost fails to fall.

He Yunting put the hair dryer away. Su Yemu got up vaguely and went to the wardrobe. In front of he Yunting, he stripped off his nightgown, and then bent down to find his pajamas.

Long white legs, white underwear wrapped round buttocks, is facing he Yunting.

"Click!"

Su Yemu turned around with her pajamas, wondering, "what's the matter?"

He Yunting smashed the hair dryer to the garbage can a throw: "it's OK, the hair dryer burned just now."

"Is it?" Su Yemu doubtfully glanced at the garbage can, turned her head and put on her pajamas. She went back to bed and lay down. The quilt pulled: "don't you go back to sleep?"

"This memory," he Yunting touched Su Yemu's head, and his soft hair ran through his fingertips, which made people itch: "didn't he tell you how old I am?"

I can't bear to think that Su Su thinks he is 300 years old.

"Yes," said Su Yemu, rising and blinking: "you said it was not 300 years old? But general he was gone six hundred years ago? "

"I was created with the genes he left behind," he Yunting looked at Su Yemu carefully, saw his face as usual, and said in a deep voice: "accident?"

"Legacy genes?"

"Well, refrigeration of sperm more than 500 years ago," he Yunting sneered: "it's just a conspiracy of people with a heart."

Su Ye Mu stretched out his hand and touched he Yunting's face: "don't laugh like this, I think you are super powerful."

He Yunting must have looked at Su Yemu. His dark eyes were dark and deep: "when I was five years old, someone said to me that I was not expected to exist."

Su Ye Mu was stunned, and then sat looking at he Yunting with a cool and firm look, and said, "I am looking forward to your existence."

"You..."

He Yunting chuckles, holding people in Su Yemu's surprised eyes; his deep eyes have complicated emotions, and this person can always warm others like this.

What can I do? I'm not going to let go.

Su Yemu pats he Yunting's back like a child.

He Yunting's face turned black.

Su Ye Mu was held by he Yunting and was a bit unstable. He felt that he was afraid of his thinking when he pushed him away. So he put his chin on he Yunting's shoulder and yawned: "how old are you?"

He asked himself to call himself brother. He should be only thirty or forty years old!

He Yunting coughed twice and said seriously: "98!"

It's much younger than 300.

"Wow, it's four times as old as me, and I look only thirty or forty years old. If you get married early, I can be your grandson," Su Yemu pushed he Yunting aside and said leisurely, "do you want me to call your brother?"

He Yunting: "is there a problem?"

Su Ye Mu an exciting spirit, quickly shook his head: "No."

Su Yemu just feels that this era, this life span, is a little painful.

"You just don't think I'm old."

"I don't have one."

"You said you could be my grandson."

"I was wrong."

He Yunting tightly pursed his lips and turned over to get out of bed. Su Yemu jumped up from the bed, grabbed he Yunting's Nightgown, pulled the man down on the bed, rushed over and pressed on he Yunting's chest, and raised his smiling face: "brother, brother..."

He Yunting turned his head and didn't look at him.

"I'm wrong, brother Yunting, brother Yunting, brother Yunting..."

"Fool!"

"You are stupid

Su Yemu yawned and squinted: "not angry?"He Yunting patted Su Ye Mu's back and said in a low voice, "I'm not angry. I'm teasing you! Fool

Su Yemu was relieved, his mouth was blurry and murmured, and fell asleep.

A night without a dream.

The next day, Su Yemu stretched out and turned the bed up and down.

Xiaonan came to the door with No.2 in his arms: "brother, what are you turning over?"

Su Ye Mu murmured: "when I fell asleep last night, I always felt that there was something crawling on my body. I looked to see if there were insects."

Xiao Nan is puzzled and thinks with his eyebrows. Then, his face changes and he walks away with No. 2 in his arms.

Su Ye Mu found that there were no insects, thinking that it should be their own illusion, so he went to wash. When I came out, I heard people cheering and cheering in the front yard.

"Yes, yes, sweep, chop!"

"Empty wing, if you dare to beat your master's, it will be torn down."

"Boom!"

"Good boy, Xiao Nan, knock down the boss."

"Come on, come on, knock down the marshal and have meat to eat."

Su Yemu couldn't help laughing. How could everyone stop at Xiaonan? Su Yemu stretched out his head and looked out of the window. Tianma and kongyi were fighting with each other at an amazing speed. However, he could still see that the sky horse was giving way to Tianma. Often Tianma was knocked down by kongyi. The next second, Tianma could use the same moves to return to kongyi.

The guided battle will take an exam today. He Yunting can accompany Xiaonan to practice, which is more beneficial for Xiaonan to be admitted to the Royal College. Seeing everyone's hard work, Su Yemu is going to make several large pots of fried noodles to reward everyone.

Sauce is not difficult. Su Yemu brought a lot of sauce when he came to marshal yuan's mansion this time. Su Yemu thought about it for a while, and he even started the live broadcast.

/Wow, look what I found? Broadcast. /

/ eh, have you changed places? It's a big place. The kitchen is bigger than mine. /

/ is the broadcast friend a local tyrant? Look at those tableware. They are all high-grade porcelain! /

"yes, today at a friend's house, borrow his kitchen," Su Yemu said with a smile: "let's start! Today we're going to make noodles with fried sauce. "

/It's delicious. It sounds delicious. /

/ is the noodles fried, with sauce? /

/ the imagination ahead is so rich. /

"no, it's noodles with fried sauce," Su Yemu said. "It's a famous pasta in China, known as one of the top ten noodles."

/I'm really looking forward to it. Two days ago, the flower tea on the blue star shopping mall was robbed, but I didn't buy it. Today's lottery must draw me. /

/ I bought it and a box of Osmanthus cake, but my mother took it away and showed it to others. /

/ so is my mother. I locked myself in my room and opened my door in the middle of the night to steal food. I stayed up late and waited for the shelves to be taken back. /

/ the same world, the same mother, so angry. /

in the live room, they all denounce their mother. Su Yemu looks out, and the battle is still going on. He pours out the brine he brings, and puts several pieces of big streaky pork and lean meat into it, and fires and stews them.

Su Ye Mu went to the window, stretched his head to the yard and called: "brother cloud Ting, come in and help."

/Cloud, cloud Ting brother? Poof, a mouthful of blood. What's going on? /

/ I have a bad feeling. /

/ refuse, refuse, pick up the 100 meter sprint, hide. /

/ whining, broadcasting, how can you abandon everything? People have already, have /

there was a howl in the studio, and Su Yemu was stunned to remember that he Yunting had officially appeared in front of the imperial people during the first level examination of chefs, and everyone knew him.

Su Ye Mu looks dignified. Is it time to take back his words?

"What's the matter?"

He Yunting came in, turned his head and looked at the terminal flying in the air; his angular face was covered with sweat, which slid down his jaw, and his straight black military uniform was neatly worn on his body without any wrinkles. His face was cold and cold, his lips were tightly pursed, and his black lacquered and indifferent eyes looked over him, which made everyone in the studio shiver.

Su Ye Mu saw he Yunting sweating, and his collar button was still tight to his neck. He felt even hotter.

"You'd better take a bath first."

He Yunting looked at the bag of flour that Su Yemu had brought up. He clasped his finger on the collar and relaxed. He sighed: "you can make others first. Don't knead the flour. I'll make it later."

He Yunting kneaded the dough twice and knew that it was not easy to knead it. Su Su had small arms and legs, and his heart ached.

Su Yemu responded to "good" and asked him to change clothes.

He Yunting has no choice but to smile and stride out of the kitchen. His back looks particularly handsome and unrestrained.

People in the studio: what about Gao lengao? It's so different, huh! Bad comments, waiting, ten years of Hedong, ten years of Hexi.

Su Yemu cuts the auxiliary materials to be used, such as cucumber, Lentinus edodes, dried bean curd, cabbage, tomato, pea, carrot, etc.; except cucumber and tomato, they are all cooked and can be used in pots. Due to the large number of people, each is a big pot.

This process seems simple, but it is also a big project to wash and cut. He Yunting came down as soon as Su Yemu had just finished cutting cucumber.Black Military pants, white shirt, shoulder width, legs long, unsmiling, looks particularly ascetic.

The people in the live broadcasting room couldn't help but look at Su Yemu, but saw that he was totally addicted to the mixing of noodles and breathed a sigh of relief.

After mixing the flour, Su Yemu asked he Yunting to knead the dough. He came back to get the auxiliary materials. After all the ingredients were put into the basin, he began to stir fry the sauce.

"I make too many side dishes. You can make one or two at home," Su Yemu said to the studio. "Do you know where to buy Douban sauce?"

/Blue star mall. /

the crowd answered, but they were silent again.

Su Ye Mu holds a spatula, looks at he Yunting, turns back, and stir fry sauce.

He Yunting looked up and saw Su Yemu:!

In the studio, people hide behind and smile.

Sauyemu diced the meat, put the oil in the hot pot, add the garlic powder, stir fry with diced meat, stir fry at least golden yellow, add shredded green onion and ginger powder, add bean paste and sugar to boil until dark, add oil and cooking wine to stir fry evenly, then start the pot.

The strong flavor of sauce wafted out, and the people were swallowing and salivating, but it was very quiet. No one was clamoring to eat.

At this time, he Yunting had already started to pull noodles. After su Yemu twice taught him, he Yunting pulled more and more familiar with noodles. When Su Yemu fished up the stewed meat and sliced Chengdu meat, he had already pulled out two big pots.

Boil a large pot of water, prepare ice water, suyemu began to below, one pull, one cook, soon three big basin noodles.

Su Yemu made a small pot, and he Yunting took the rest out; Heka and others, who had already been waiting at the kitchen door, carried a basin by themselves, and the kitchen soon became empty.

Live broadcast of the public helplessly watched he Yunting put things to the outside, the eyes were fierce, but could not speak.

The atmosphere is delicate, Su Ye Mu looks at he Yunting standing beside him: "you don't go out?"

He Yunting: "wait for you."

"You go out first." Su Yemu said, "I'll just wait."

He Yunting stood still, feeling a little angry; Su Ye Mu pushed him, and finally moved. Before leaving, he glanced at the terminal.

In the live broadcasting room, everyone stood up, nervous to swallow saliva.

/Gaze of death! /

/ me, do I need to write a suicide note first? /

"in fact, he has a good temper, and he has known it for a long time."

Some people in the live room said: Marshal he, who is the same as cutting vegetables, has a good temper?

Others said: broadcast, wake up!

Su Ye Mu said with a smile, "don't you eat it? Then I'll draw. "

When people heard of it, they immediately reacted to it. How could they not eat it? Maybe it was the last meal!

The color of the fried sauce is bright, the color is red and fragrant. If you eat it, the noodles are tough and refreshing, the sauce is tasty, and the side dishes such as cucumber and carrot are crisp and greasy. The stewed meat is tender and juicy, and the unique marinade makes the meat present another special flavor, which makes people move.

/It's delicious. The side dishes inside are covered with sauce, which is totally different from the usual fried food. The sauce with rice must also be delicious. /

/ this noodles must be eaten in a big way. It has many layers. Peanuts, cucumbers, green beans and so on are good and delicious. /

/ unique! Everyday I want to marry, broadcast and broadcast. It's so delicious. Why do I think the best food in the world every time I broadcast? But the next time, the broadcast and broadcast will hit me in the face. It turns out that there is something more delicious. /

/ broadcast, I'll be your neighbor! Just ask for a day and a half. /

/ front two, next to marshal's house. /

[the crowd was silent and then roared: can you not tell me this cruel fact. ]

Su Yemu and other people ate almost all of their food. They took three portions every day. What they didn't get was rolling and crying. However, Su Yemu's next sentence pulled people back from the "sad" mood.

"Today's live video screen will not be released, I hope you understand."

After all, he Yunting's identity is special. Su Yemu thinks about it and decides to do so. It's better to have more than one thing.

[the crowd said: Oh, I understand. After all, marshal he can stop children crying at night. If he is released, it will frighten people. ]

Su Yemu, unable to laugh or cry, announced the end of the live broadcast.

[crowd: sow, you sinful man. ]

Su Yemu: I haven't heard this line for a long time. Why did it come out again.

Su Yemu once again won high praise for his breakfast in the Marshal's mansion. They said, "Sir, I have a high value of military force. I can still fight. I can exchange for captain yuan!"

Finally, he Yunting kicked them one by one, and was punished to March 100 kilometers against the armour.

The charges are: irregular military appearance.

Yuan Ying sneered: it's right.

After breakfast, Su Ye Mu refuses he Yunting and Yuan should go with him and take Xiao Nan to the exam.

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