Chapter 103

Song Xijiao has never seen Zhong Chun's face at such a close distance, so he has never found out that his face is so beautiful?

Dark eyebrows, high nose, thin and just right lips

Especially that pair of eyes, usually always vague, people can not see clearly, but now, he looked at her so straight, like a star through the night, so bright, so transparent, let her unconsciously some panic, as if in front of him, can never hide the secret!

She was suddenly a little nervous. She wanted to step back and look away from her eyes. However, she was tightly encircled by him and could not move at all.

The hand buttoned behind the waist, suddenly tightened a few points, song Xijiao's heart trembled, and finally could not help sending out a voice: "you..."

"Mother, what's the matter?"

All of a sudden, the sound of glutinous chestnuts sounded from afar.

The dark eyes shake slightly. Zhong Chun looses the hand holding her slender waist. Song Xijiao also turns around and runs back to the kitchen fire to pour oil and pepper.

Her cheeks were so hot that she almost caught fire. When song Xijiao came to the kitchen stove, her mind was full of confusion. She couldn't remember what she was going to do or what to do.

He picked up the spatula and shoveled it two times. He was scalded by the choking oil and cried out in pain. Quickly take bowl to fill, hand a slip, bowl but directly fell to the ground. Fortunately, the bowl was thick, and there was straw on the ground, which was not broken.

She bit her lips in anger. What's wrong with me? It's not the first time I was hugged. Last time in the bamboo forest Thinking of the inexplicable kiss in the bamboo forest, my cheek was red again.

Zhong Chun walked into the kitchen and looked at Song Xijiao's face flushed and flustered, and there was a doting smile on the corner of his mouth. He went to song Xijiao's back and took the pot spoon and bowl from her hand: "you go out first. I'll call you when you've finished the chili."

"Good!"

Normally, song Xijiao would have been polite to him. But now, she didn't even dare to look at Zhong Chun and ran to the yard immediately.

It was cold, and the cold wind blew on my face and soon cooled the scorching temperature that had been unable to subside from just now on.

Chestnut horse steps, curiously asked: "mother, you just with dad holding together what whispers?"

Song Xijiao was stunned. The temperature on her cheek suddenly rose again. If it was someone else, she would have run away, but chestnut Children's curiosity is the most vigorous time, once hit, it is likely to leave some psychological shadow.

She could not escape, but coughed and stammered: "I, I told your father that there was dirt on your father's clothes."

"Then why hold it and say it?"

"Holding Hold it and see it clearly. "

Just finish saying, behind suddenly ring a low smile, thick alcohol with a trace of elegance, like the snow mountain, rolling with the wind of the sea of clouds and waves. Song Xijiao suddenly turned her head and saw that Zhong Chunzheng was holding his arm and leaning against the door frame of the kitchen and looking at her. There was still a smile on the corner of her mouth that had not been hidden.

She suddenly got angry and glared at the past: "what are you laughing at?"

Zhong Chun just shook the spoon in his hand: "the pepper has been fried, what else do you need to do?"

There is so much more to be done!

Song Xijiao immediately ran into the kitchen, savagely pushed Zhongchun out, and then closed the kitchen door, and finally calmed down the beating heart.

She took a deep breath and cooked and stopped thinking.

Beef has been stewed, boiled fish is also done, we have to wrap the spring rolls, later directly on the pot steam

This busy to the sunset.

By the time she finally pushed the kitchen door open and called for dinner, the three men in the yard were already groaning with hunger.

"Don't worry, don't worry. If you want to make it perfect, you will have fragrance and taste, but there is no color." Song Xijiao has just set the dishes and bowls. When she sees them, she will move her chopsticks and stop them.

He looked up and said, "what's the father?"

Zhong Chun shakes his head, but he is also puzzled.

Song Xijiao took a small basket and went out. After staying for a while, she came in again. The basket was full of wintersweet flowers.

She put two sticks in the vase, and then put the two on the table. Finally, she poured a bowl of hot water for each of them. Then she sprinkled plum blossom petals full of fragrance on the hot water. Then she sat down satisfied and said, "let's eat it!"

Song's mother had no choice but to shake her head: "you are more and more able to live."

Song Xijiao said with a smile: "this meal, it pays attention to the color, flavor and flavor. There are few dishes at home. It's not easy to set dishes. I can only find a new way. "

Zhong Chun took up the bowl and saw two pieces of very shallow red plum floating in the clear water. The tip of the red plum seemed to be covered with a little snow, crystal clear and white. It was like kneeling in the snow that day. In order to save his brother, he kowtowed her head.

The ultimate beauty, the ultimate beauty, such as red plum reflecting snow, such as the moonlight under the clouds, that kind of beauty from the bone, is incomparable to all beautiful women in the world."Dad, why do you watch your mother not eat?" Chestnut stupidly asked, today's food is particularly delicious, why dad do not eat it?

Zhongchun is stunned. He doesn't realize that he is staring at Song Xijiao. But he soon gave a calm smile and patted the chestnut's head: "Dad is just thinking about things."

He took a sip of water, put down his bowl, picked up his chopsticks and looked at the dishes on the table. Obviously, these dishes are not only colorful, but also take care of everyone's taste.

Think of this person in order to make their own spicy food, spicy tears ran out of the kitchen picture, another bite of this delicious spicy meat, the taste seems to enter the bottom of my heart.

"Mother, this potato is delicious." The chestnuts ate the French fries one by one, stained with the bright red sauce, eager to swallow their own fingers.

Song Xijiao smiles and blinks: "delicious is delicious, but you can't eat more, so you can only eat it once a month at most."

"Why not eat more?"

"Because it's fried. It's not good for your health." She didn't want to explain too much, and he couldn't understand if he said too much. She was afraid that he would ask more questions, so she changed the topic, "tomorrow's new year's Day is red mouth day. You should sleep more."

"But my father said he wanted me to get up early and practice martial arts."

Hearing the speech, song Xijiao looked up at Zhong Chun: "those who celebrate the spring festival do not give chestnuts a holiday."

Zhong Chun took a look at her and chestnut, and nodded: "well, tomorrow you'll sleep in."

"Thank you, Dad." Chestnut immediately arched his hands happily, "daddy also sleeps in."

Zhong Chun is smiling but speechless.

Song Xijiao looks at Zhong Chun curiously. She has known him for so long, but she has never seen him sleep in for a long time. If you don't sleep too late, you will get up early the next day.

"What's the matter?" Seeing song Xijiao staring at himself, Zhong Chun's heart suddenly jumps, and his eyes are filled with expectation.

Song Xijiao's face suddenly turned red. She immediately moved away from her eyes and said "nothing". She lowered her head and ate her meal attentively.

Song mother looked at them two doubtfully, always felt that some could not say it was strange.

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