The Rise of Phoenixes

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"Come on you." Feng Zhiwei couldn't help but smiled again, "Don't put gold on your face, a big man who doesn't touch the Yangchun water with his fingers, what can he do? This thing looks simple, not so much. Well done, I’m afraid I won’t be able to eat it until tomorrow morning."

"Where are you talking so much?" Ning Yi didn't argue with her and pressed her to sit at the table. "Look at it."

Feng Zhiwei sat ridiculously at the table, watching Chef Jin Zunyugui standing in front of the chopping board, kneading the dough in a deceptive manner. He felt that his kneading posture was wrong, and he was worried that he would end up eating a ball of death. Grumpy, stood up and said: "I'll come, I'm not used to seeing you do this."

"I'm accustomed to what I do for you." Ning Yi refused, and beat the dough on the chopping board. Feng Zhiwei had no choice but to let him play. Seeing that he was good at kneading the dough despite his bad skills. The noodles and vinegar lard rolling cakes are more and more skillful. At first, the noodles are big and small, and they are very uniform. He is really a very smart person, and he is very beautiful in what he does. In the end, the noodles flew continuously. When they came out, they were all the same size. They fell like snowflakes on the chopping board in sequence. He ran his busy slender fingers, so he wobbled a beautiful rhythm like a stunning dance.

Obviously, Ning Yi must have asked about the practice of vine dill beforehand. In the impression, Niang did the same.

Feng Zhiwei sat at the table, holding his head, quietly watching Ning Yi's back figure busy in front of the chopping board, the water in the pot was gurgling, Ning Yi picked up the lid, and a large group of white steam rushed out, and The faint oil lamps were intertwined with a light, yellowish moonlight, which obscured Ning Yi's figure and Feng Zhi's eyes slightly behind his fingers.

Her eyes gradually showed something like water vapor, swaying slightly... that white water vapor was erratic, like a thick cloud separating the heavens and the earth, the figure from the thick cloud was straight and slender, and the shoulder knife Thin and thin, she opened the lid against the hot air, looked at the water, and said without looking back: "Weir, the water is boiling, put the steamer up."

"Um... mother." In the floating clouds, Feng Zhi murmured in a trance.

"What are you talking about?" On the other side of the water vapor, the sound in reality passed through, instantly breaking her illusion.

Ning Yi half-covered in Baiqi and looked back a little puzzled.

Feng Zhiwei blinked his eyes, and the misty eyes flashed in a flash, and then he smiled and said: "I said, good fragrance."

"What's the smell?" Ning Yi turned around and looked at her funny. "When the water just opened, the cake just steamed, would you tell me the fragrance?"

Feng Zhiwei leaned back in his chair, looked at him with a smile on his chest, and said nothing.

With such soft eyes, Ning Yi felt soft in her heart. She just felt that there was something warm in her cold inner organs. She stretched out in the softness of the limbs, and the spring opened wherever she went. bud.

He stared at her eyes full of autumn water, couldn't help lowering her head, and leaned gently on her forehead, saying: "Zhiwei, you are also very fragrant..."

Feng Zhi smiled slightly and reached out to push him. Ning Yi held the back of her chair with both hands, not letting, closing her eyes to let her lips move around her forehead, and gradually brought a little gasp in her voice, "Let me eat you too ..."

Feng Zhiwei said, "Ah," and quickly leaned back, but Ning Yi has let go of her, and stretched her hand to tighten the back of her chair, so that she would not fall down because she was leaning too hard. What? I’m afraid... here... um... ah."

Feng Zhiwei kicked him.

"It's the most ruthless woman's heart." Ning Yi brushed off the big footprints on the robes and smiled. "Relax, I haven't been so anxious, what is this?"

He turned to look at the steamer, and suddenly turned back halfway, leaning on the chopping board, said righteously: "Zhiwei, there are some things that even if you know it in your heart is delusion, or you will joke that it is delusion, but I have to tell you that I really hope It’s the Ming media who is marrying the Dongfang Huazhu, and it’s the love of the whole life. I have 10,000 ways to get your people, but I would rather use the 10,000th way to get your heart."

Feng Zhi shook slightly, said nothing, and didn't ask what the ten thousand and one method was.

Ning Yi did not expect her to answer. Qing Qing said this lightly, and then turned back to see the steamer.

Silence in the kitchen, Feng Zhiwei concealed his face with his hand, contemplatively facing the oil lamp, her face was very calm, but something in her eyes was constantly churning, like the waves on the shore of the polar coast, which were constantly washing Endlessly, stubbornly struggling in forward and backward.

Ning Yi turned away from her, she couldn't see her expression in the water vapor, and he didn't plan to look at it. Feng Zhiwei was the most cloud-covered woman in the world, he already knew.

Let her live like a mist, because once she is completely open to herself, she will be uneasy and frightened.

This is what he accomplished for her.

He is willing to accompany her to be the men and women in the red dust mist, and guide the direction with his heart. He believes that as long as he insists on reaching out, he will one day touch her fingertips.

The steam was gurgling, he opened the pot, probed, and smiled, "Okay."

Immediately turned around and told her to stand up, "Don't move, my Grandpa Wei, let the little one wait for you to the end today."

Feng Zhiwei Ni Nijun couldn't help but shook his head and took the initiative to place two sets of tableware. He smiled and said, "Yes, Wei Chen laid down his life with His Highness today."

"Come on." Ning Yi rolled her sleeves high and took out the steamer from the steamer. She put it up quickly, put it down with a snap, and puffed her fingers.

"Don't know the pad rag?" Feng Zhiwei was about to pick it up. He had already burned his eyebrows. Looking at his red fingers, he couldn't help frowning and complaining softly. He said: "Smear acacia, or Bubbles in the water."

"I think you can blow it faster." Ning Yi put her finger in front of her, raised an eyebrow, and looked at her with a smile.

This man will always take the opportunity to take advantage... Feng Zhiwei has the intention not to let him succeed, but seeing that the finger is really hot and shiny, and a little unbearable, he has to gather up and blow gently.

She had just moved up, and Ning Yi raised her finger and wiped it on her lips. Feng Zhiwei only felt a burning slap across the lips. After a surprise, she turned back and her face was red.