When Feng Feifei thought like this, it was already dawn. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

She herself couldn't tell if the above was her real thoughts, or just dreams of her thoughts.

But no matter what she thinks, it's time for her to get up.

When she was in Rich Mountain Villa before, she had never been in the habit of waking up so early.

She always slept until the sun was southerly, and then washed and ate under the service of even Xiang'er and Cheng Ju'er, and went to the martial arts arena in the back garden to practice their travels in the rivers and lakes.

It's already autumn.

Autumn nights are cold, and mornings are even colder.

Last night's bonfire had been extinguished, and the whitish ashes rose and fell in the morning breeze.

Yesterday, because there was a stomach full of fire, it was not so skinny, but after a night's rest, the fire has disappeared, the bonfire has burned out, and the biting cold is like a greedy money lender, and it began to come to the door, entangled Feng Feifei shivered.

In fact, the cold is still within her tolerable range, but hunger is not good.

She was so hungry that she almost got to the back of her heart.

At this time, she realized that since she followed Mu Rujingye to the forest on this moonlit night yesterday, she didn't seem to have eaten anything except for some snacks.

The thought of being hungry made her stomach even more angry.

In the past, when she was in the rich villa, she always complained that she had no appetite, she didn't want to eat, she didn't want to eat, it seemed that it didn't matter if she didn't eat for the rest of her life, so she always threw the delicacies collected by her old father Feng Nantian from Tiannan and Haibei into the pool in the back garden to feed the goldfish while he was not paying attention, or gave them to his maids to enjoy.

Thinking of this, she confessed while closing her eyes, carefully reflecting on the appearance of those delicacies, and then, taking a long breath.

Uh, what's going on?

She seemed to have really inhaled the delicious breath.

What's that? It smells so good?

Fish, meat, seafood, snacks, or ......

Oh, no, no, no, this taste is thousands of times more fragrant than a small snack of big fish, big meat, seafood, abalone after a meal.

She seemed to have a telepathic connection with those delicacies, and a spirit jumped up, and then, as soon as she looked up, she saw Wen Zhuyuan, who was not far away, taking out a paper bag from a bamboo basket.

It was a very ordinary oiled paper bag.

Since Feng Feifei wandered the rivers and lakes, he had also seen similar oiled paper bags on the street, and knew that they were commonly used by butchers to wrap beef, mutton, pork, venison, and rabbit meat......

However, when Wen Zhuyuan took it out and opened it, he found that it was not any meat.

It's just a few white flour cold steamed buns.

Wen Zhuyuan seemed to feel Feng Feifei's unusually sensitive sense of smell, smiled at him secretly, touched the scar on his neck, and picked a thumb-thick wooden stick from the remaining firewood pile last night, and threaded these white-flour cold steamed buns on them one by one, like sugar gourds.

Put it on the fire and roast.

The campfire had already burned with ashes, and all that remained was some charcoal still carrying the flames.

It is really the best choice for baking steamed buns.

He held the wooden stick wearing steamed buns, and while humming a strange song that no one could understand, such as "She thinks she is beautiful, but in fact, as long as the back is okay, I don't care at all", while flipping gracefully, skillfully, as if he often does this kind of thing.

It didn't take long for the steamed buns to be roasted golden brown, like ripe ears of wheat.

The strong, unique fragrance that Feng Feifei smelled came from the burnt yellow steamed buns worn on the wooden sticks.

Feng Feifei, that is the only daughter of Feng Nantian, the richest man in the world and the owner of the rich villa who has thousands of wealth, what kind of food has never been seen and eaten.

If it were in normal times, Feng Feifei's cold and noble eyes would never have glanced at these poor cold-faced steamed buns, but at this moment and now, she felt that there was probably nothing more delicious in the world than baked steamed buns.

If you can take a small bite on these burnt steamed buns, wow, it is simply the happiest thing in the world.

The aroma of the roasted steamed buns is getting stronger and stronger......

It was like a small hook coated with honey and essence, seducing Feng Feifei's whole person almost out of body and losing himself.

Almost like a caterpillar that smelled mulberry leaves, she crawled from her own fire to the fire that sniffed away, and then, with her eyes stared at the burnt steamed buns that were still tossing and turning on the fire.

That fierce and vicious look makes people think that she has just escaped from the disaster area.

Wen Zhuyuan took the steamed bun off the fire, put his nose up, sniffed it vigorously, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Ah, it's so fragrant!"

Speaking of this, as if he had just discovered Feng Feifei's existence, he shook the wooden stick wearing roasted steamed buns at Feng Feifei a few times, and said with a grin: "Is it fragrant?"

Feng Feifei nodded vigorously: "Fragrant, fragrant!!fragrant!!"

Wen Zhuyuan also nodded and said, "I also think it's so fragrant." ”

Then, the conversation changed, sighed, and said, "However, these cold steamed buns are eaten by our little people, and they must not be in line with the taste and identity of you daughters of big families." Therefore, although I would like to ask you to share this simple steamed bun rebellion with me, I am afraid that you will not look down on the food of our small family, so I will not humiliate myself, and eat it myself. ”

As he spoke, he tore one off the stick, took a "poof", and gnawed off half of it.

Another "poof" took a bite and gnawed the remaining half.

Then, I started to eat the second one.

One bite on the left, another mouthful, and it was called a fragrant food.

Seeing that Feng Feifei almost fell to the ground, and the festival also fell to the ground.

She is called angry, and she is called hate.

Her eyes looked directly at the remaining steamed buns in Wen Zhuyuan's hand, and she was secretly praying in her heart: "Oh, keep a little, leave a little, leave a little for Miss Ben." ”

As a result, Wen stopped far away and didn't leave her behind.

Then, he started eating the third steamed bun.

The more Feng Feifei looked at it, the more angry he became, the more angry he wanted to scold, and muttered in his mouth: "Hmph! You bastard, you are simply a stinky man." I knew that Miss Ben's stomach was growling with hunger, and I didn't know that I would carry forward the spirit of a manly husband who dared to take responsibility and dare to dedicate, and gave up one or two steamed buns for Miss Ben to taste. In any case, you are also a well-known and admired sword thirty in the rivers and lakes - although your sword thirty is a little different from the sword thirty imagined by this eldest lady, you are always a man. If it is a man, he should carry forward the spirit of selfless dedication of a man and carry forward the kindness of a weak woman......"

However, Wen Zhuyuan refused to show kindness.

If you don't give her food, forget it, when he was eating it himself, he kept tapping his mouth and deliberately angry phoenix: "I said steamed buns, steamed buns, I really feel sorry for you." You said that a snow-white and clean steamed bun like you should have followed the daughters of those equally snow-white and clean families to enjoy the blessings, but now you can only enter the belly of a stinky man like me alone and finally turn into a puddle...... Oops, look, what's so good about me as a stinky man, my body stinks, my mouth stinks, my behavior stinks, oops, it stinks to death, it stinks to death......"