That was the first time Wutong saw Xiang Fang, and from that time, Wutong fell in love with Xiang Fang and his poetic and beautiful hands.

So, in the following days, Wutong waited every day, looked forward to it every day, prayed every day, just hoping that Xiang Fang could return to her Wutong restaurant to drink again, and when the time came, she could have a good chat with him, and then take a good look at his poetic and beautiful hands.

She couldn't help but fall in love with the double harvest.

However, Xiang Fang seemed to have suddenly disappeared from this world, and since then, he has never appeared again.

Sycamore just waited, waited, waited for a year and twenty-eight days.

These three hundred and ninety-three days and nights, these three hundred and ninety-three mornings and dusks, in these three hundred and ninety-three hopes and disappointments, Wutong is no longer in the mood to take care of the restaurant's business.

Later, she finally couldn't wait any longer, so she dismissed her buddies and closed the restaurant, planning to find a direction no matter the end of the world.

However, in the end, she did not leave the Wutong Restaurant.

She was afraid that during the period of time she left, Xiang Fang would come to Wutong Restaurant again to drink, so as to lose the opportunity to see him and the opportunity to see those poetic and beautiful hands.

So, for these three hundred and ninety-three days and nights, she waited, waited, and waited, and finally let her wait again when the three hundred and ninety-third night had just begun.

In the past year, the bitterness, hardship, and inexplicable feelings she has experienced have all surged up the moment she saw Xiang Fang.

If he could, Wutong really wanted to fall into Xiang Fang's arms and cry, but Xiang Fang didn't say anything, and was even a little indifferent.

Xiang Fang looked at the sycamore, then at the jade flute in his hand, and then at his hand, suddenly sighed, and said lightly: I always thought that the wine you have here is the best wine in the world, so after a year, I came to taste it again, but I didn't expect that this place was actually closed.

Xiang Fang's hand was still poetically beautiful, even shining in the moonlight, and the thin, transparent knife still hung from his waist.

Seeing these hands, Wutong's voice suddenly became a little trembling, and he quickly opened all the doors, and said with a smile: The door is closed, and it can be reopened.

Xiang Fang turned the white jade flute in his transparent hand, and the bell tied to one end of the jade flute immediately made a crisp sound, and then smiled lazily at her, and said lightly: However, the wine brewed by the reopening must not be as good as the original.

Sycamore's head suddenly became a little dizzy, shook a few times, and almost fell to the ground.

As if her legs could no longer bear the weight of her delicate body, she quickly held on to the door frame to support her body from falling.

Then, looking at Xiang Fang's poetic and beautiful hands, he suddenly laughed, flattering, and said: Then I can stir-fry vegetables for you to eat, many people have drunk my wine, but no one has ever eaten my fried vegetables, I believe that the dishes I fried are definitely not under my wine.

Xiang Fang said lightly: Really?

Wutong nodded extremely confidently, and then, at the moment when Xiang Fang was still questioning, he had already walked out of the kitchen with a plate of fragrant fish-flavored eggplant.

When she put this plate of fish-flavored eggplant in front of Xiangxiang, the whole Wutong Restaurant was filled with the fragrance of fish-flavored eggplant, thick, and dense.

The fragrant fish-flavored eggplant is like a rich Jiangnan ink painting, just for a moment, the air seems to have been completely occupied by this plate of fish-flavored eggplant.

Xiang Fang took a long sniff, sat down at the only table in the middle of the restaurant, looked at the steaming fish-flavored eggplant and smiled, and said, "Your craftsmanship is really good."

Wutong also smiled and said: Now you have only seen it, you haven't tasted it yourself, how do you know that my craftsmanship is good?

Xiang Fang patted his stomach and said, "Just rely on my desire to eat."

Wutong still held a pair of chopsticks that were as clean as green onions about to be put into the pot, sat down beside him with a smile, and said gently: Since you want to eat it so much, then why don't you hurry up and eat it, fish-flavored eggplant can only be eaten when it is hot, if you like it, I can make it for you every day.

When she said this, her eyes never took off Xiang Fang's beautiful and beautiful hand for a moment, so did her voiceover say, I can make you fish-flavored eggplant every day, and I can see your hand every day?

Xiang Fang played with the white jade flute in his hand, made the bell on it jingle, and then, after a pause, smiled slightly, and said: I really want to eat it in one go, but you said that when I haven't had time to move the chopsticks, will someone come and grab it.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a man walk in through the door.

No one could see exactly when he appeared and when he came in, like a ghost, and suddenly appeared.

I saw him standing on the threshold, smiling at Xiang Fang, and at the same time looking at his poetic and beautiful hands, and said: Of course someone will rob it, not only will I rob your fish-flavored eggplant, but also the woman who robbed you, maybe I will rob your hands.

Xiang Fang glanced at him lazily, not surprised, not smiling, not even showing a surprised expression, just continued to play with the jade flute in his hand.

Those poetic hands kept knocking on the table, I don't know if I was nervous, or because I didn't pay attention to the person who came, I knocked on the table as if I hadn't heard him say it at all, and as if I heard it and thought he was farting.

However, Wutong couldn't help but jump up, pointed to his nose, and shouted at the man: "Grab me?

The man put his hands behind his back, and a pair of proud eyes were staring at Xiang Fang's hand, and then, his gaze slowly moved down, landing on his waist.

His knife hung there, thin, as if it were transparent.

Although he was talking to Sycamore, his eyes never left these two places.

When he looked at the knife, his eyes immediately lit up, but when he saw his double collection, his eyes had already shone brightly, and then, with a little treacherous smile, said: Because you not only have the best hands of women in the world, but also can fry the best fish-flavored eggplant in the world, after I snatch you back, you will be able to eat your fried fish-flavored eggplant every day, do you say it is worth grabbing?

Wutong's face seemed to be still red, he lowered his head, and said softly: I am not his woman.

Then, with the man's gaze, he was also looking at Xiang Fang's beautiful hands like poetry, and then, suddenly laughed, and said lightly: Even if I am his woman, what if he doesn't let you rob it?

She looks good when she's quiet, and even better when she's laughing, like the freshly fried fish-flavored eggplant on the table.

Such a good-looking woman, no matter what kind of man she is, she can't help but take a few more looks, but that person has been looking at Fang, at Fang's hand, and at Fang's knife.

Er Xiangfang's beautiful hands were playing with the white jade flute, and the crisp bell accompanied by the fragrance of fish-flavored eggplant filled the entire restaurant.

And the thin, transparent short knife was hanging from his waist.