Listening to Duan Shaojun's exaggerated and expressive description, the paralyzed servant and the other couldn't help but subconsciously swallow their saliva, Ximen Chuchu, a beautiful and lovely girl, blinked her lovely and clear eyes, and there was a faint sparkling saliva on her pink and seductive lips. Seeing Duan Shaojun's playful gaze, her pretty face couldn't help but turn red, and she quickly pursed her lips, swallowed her saliva, and made a pretty face: "Hmph, since that's the case, that girl wants to see if you're bragging." ”

"It's a pity that no one has done it, how can I do it alone?" Duan Shaojun spread his hands and said helplessly.

"You two, do as Duan Gongzi tells you, don't disobey, otherwise I'll be careful to clean you up." Ximen Chuchu's eyes lit up, and he turned his head and commanded with a pretty face.

As a result, Duan Shaojun was like an owner, sitting on a small pony and giving orders, while Ximen Chuchu was like a big shopkeeper, directing the two servants around, going to the backyard pond to get lotus leaves, going to the street to buy green onions and ginger, chopping diced meat for a while, and chopping firewood for a while.

"Bad guy, I think you did it on purpose, didn't you?" Ximen Chuchu sat beside Duan Shaojun, watching the blazing fire burning, and said angrily at Duan Shaojun.

"What did I mean to do?" Duan Shaojun, who was leaning on the trunk of the tree and sitting on the pony and chewing the grass roots boringly, turned his head and saw Ximen Chuchu, with fine sweat on his picturesque face, ruddy red lips slightly opened, and bright eyes as bright as stars and moon revealing three points of anger.

The body is slender and moderate, the place that should be upright is straight, and the place where it should be warped is warped, and the whole body is filled with a strong youthful atmosphere, like a peony that is about to bloom.

"You must have deliberately instructed us to do this and that, while you are sitting here like a big man." Ximen Chuchu hated the authentic. If it weren't for the sake of calling the flower chicken, how could Miss Simon be so easy to listen to?

"It's not that I let you do this and that, but let your servants do it, but what can I do if you are willing to run around?" Duan Shaojun spread his hands and said innocently.

"You mean I'm thankless?" Simon Chuchu was angry, his hands were crossed on his waist, and his lovely apricot eyes narrowed tightly, like a lioness who was about to hunt her prey.

“…… Not really. "Duan Shaojun adheres to the principle that good men don't fight with women, and good men don't suffer immediate losses." If it weren't for your action, Miss, maybe the fire wouldn't even be on the ground. ”

"It's pretty much the same, but is this called flower chicken really as delicious as you described?" Simon Chuchu let the servant get a small maza, and sat on the side, his thick and slender eyelashes blinking non-stop, and his flickering eyes were full of an emotion called antiquity.

"Don't worry, if it's not delicious, who will bother so much to get it?" Duan Shaojun yawned loudly.

Ximen Chuchu nodded with a sense of reason. "By the way, bad guy, where did you come from? I asked Uncle Monk for a long time, but he just wouldn't say. ”

"I'm actually a person from ...... A lonely stranger in another country. Duan Shaojun's eyes were cast into the distance, his heart was full of melancholy, he could never go back to the era he was in, let alone taste the dishes cooked by his mother, and he couldn't see his brother's serious smile when he did bad things.

There is also that beloved woman Wenwen, who has missed me countless times, laughed, loved, and cried with me, but in the end, because of the distance, Wenwen, my beloved woman. I still remember the tears and sadness in her pretty face when she parted. I wonder if she will know that she has disappeared into the time and space where she is, and will she be sad?

Duan Shaojun took a deep breath and clenched his fists, whether it was the one he loved or the one who loved me, it was already difficult to get together again. After all, I have to face this strange world alone, not only to live, but also to live a wonderful life, but also to let the history books of this time and space, leave a strong mark on it, otherwise, will you not live up to your new life?

saw Duan Shaojun's melancholy and deep eyes, as well as the tightly knit brow. In the shadow of the sun, it is like a knife carved with an axe, and there is a faint loneliness and loneliness. Ximen Chuchu couldn't help but tighten his slender hand holding the corner of his skirt.

"Is your hometown far away?" Ximen Chuchu's voice couldn't help but soften three points, and his bright eyes also revealed a little pity.

"Well, it's far away, but unfortunately, there will never be a chance to see each other again." Duan Shaojun slowly exhaled a long breath of turbidity.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made you sad to mention such a thing." Ximen Chuchu was quite guilty, and there was a deep apology in his eyes that were as clear as a mountain stream on his pink red face.

Duan Shaojun couldn't help but soften his heart when he saw Ximen Chuchu's moving bright eyes, and raised the corners of his mouth. "It's okay, it's not your fault, of course, if you feel guilty, can you get my rent reduced?"

Ximen Chuchu suddenly raised his eyebrows, glared at Duan Shaojun stupidly, and said angrily. "Hmph, don't think about it, this girl gave you free food money, or for the sake of you being my life-saving benefactor."

It can be seen that Ximen Chuchu is actually a very cute and kind girl, and she is also a beautiful girl who is fanatical about food.

When the flower chicken knocked on the mud and lifted the lotus leaf, the first thing that came to the nose was a strong fragrance that permeated the smell of lotus leaves, and then I saw the brown and red, oily and bright called flower chicken.

With a grunt, the lovely little girl Ximen Chuchu swallowed a mouthful of saliva again, and took a deep breath with her eyes shining. "It's so fragrant, it's so fragrant."

The two servants were no better, like rats who smelled the smell of lamp oil, and their noses kept stirring, and their eyes were shining at the fat grouse that had been peeled off the lotus leaves.

Four chickens were placed on the plate, and Duan Shaojun, who was already hungry, didn't care about the heat, so he tore off a chicken leg and gnawed it while eating it.

The fragrance is soft and glutinous, and the important thing is that the chicken is mixed with the fragrance of lotus leaves, which not only reduces the greasy taste by a few points, but also adds a third of the taste.

Although the young lady Ximen Chuchu said that she was holding chopsticks, she was also flying like chopsticks, and she was snorting while eating. "It's delicious, but it's even better than the roast grouse at noon."

With a bang, Duan Shaojun, who was gnawing on the chicken legs, saw a drop of water dripping from the burned white soil in front of him. Could it be raining? Duan Shaojun raised his head curiously, and suddenly there was a black line on his face, which was rain, and it was clearly the saliva that flowed from the corners of the mouths of the two servants standing next to him.

"You can take this one and eat it, it's really, it's a shame to stand and drool." Seeing such an unbearable performance of his own servants, Ximen Chuchu couldn't help but glared at the two embarrassed guys with some anger, and then pointed to one of them.

These two guys were like two hungry dogs, and as soon as they brought the plate aside, they directly pulled one leg at a time, and began to chew on it, saying fragrant while eating.

Seeing the performance of these two guys, Duan Shaojun almost laughed out loud, the poor baby who lived in ancient times, how could he be like himself, as a marketing business executive, he accompanied customers all day long, and he didn't eat anything in the water that ran in the sky and on the ground?

Don't say anything about the eight major Chinese cuisines, even if it is European and American cuisine, I have tasted a lot. However, those dishes are really not enough compared to the vast and profound food culture of China.

Especially the dark cuisine of the British, making a dough cake with a dozen or so dried fish on top of it, is a dish, and it makes people speechless when they look at it. Then there are mashed potatoes, potato rings, potato kernels, potato soup.

After tasting British food once, Duan Shaojun expressed his awe at the strong and stubborn spirit of the English people, and decided to kill himself rather than taste another bite of British dark food.