Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

When Lu Dongqing was young, he lived in Sanping Village with his master, and Lu Zhengqiu cooked the meals for both of them by himself. Later, when he got older, he took over the job of cooking and took turns cooking with his master.

Both of them are not very good at cooking. The master is more experienced than the apprentice, and the skill is better than the apprentice, and the number of times of cooking is also more.

But today's Dongqing's attitude is firm, and there is no room for turning around. Lu Zhengqiu knew that it would be useless to stop him if he was stubborn, so he warned: "Then be careful, do you want me to help you?"

"No, just wait here for me."

After Dongqing finished speaking, she turned and walked into the kitchen, and began to count the ingredients.

In the past few days, the meals for the two of them have been arranged by the tribe. The ingredients stored in the kitchen are only simple vegetables and half-cooked bacon, which are the easiest to cook.

Thinking of this, Lu Zhengqiu no longer worried, and simply let Dongqing play freely, while he sat on the steps, enjoying the breeze and waiting.

Soon, there was a ping-pong sound from the direction of the kitchen, and the clashing sound of the spatula was messy and urgent, which undoubtedly revealed the panic of the cook.

Flickering in and out of the window cracks, it was the flames of the stove, and together with the flames, there were wisps of cooking smoke, which drifted far away along the wind.

The cooking smoke seemed to be mixed with a hypnotic drug, and Lu Zhengqiu waited until he was drowsy and almost fell asleep, the fire in the kitchen was finally extinguished, and the ping-pong sound also stopped, probably the cooking was over.

However, Holly did not come out for a long time.

The strange silence made him doubtful, so he pulled himself together, got up and walked to the kitchen door, and asked in a loud voice, "How is it, Dongqing?"

Holly was standing by the stove, when she heard his voice, she hurriedly turned her head and stared at him with wide eyes.

There is a vegetable bowl on the counter, which contains freshly cooked dishes, but the surface of the ingredients in the bowl is unnaturally burnt red.As he approached, a pungent, spicy smell emerged from the bowl.

Lu Zhengqiu saw the jars next to the vegetable bowl, the open jars contained chili powder, raised his eyebrows and asked, "When did you become interested in spicy food?"

"No," Dongqing shook her head and said, "I mistakenly thought it was star anise for seasoning, it seems that I put too much..."

Lu Zhengqiu had already come to his side, saw a layer of scorched crystals formed on the bottom of the pot, and asked again: "Did you raise the fire too high, the bacon burned in the pot."

Dongqing lowered her head: "Yes... not only the fire was too high, but also the oil was put too little."

He had a slumped face and drooping head, like a leaf of grass wilted by smoke, completely devoid of morning spirit.

Lu Zhengqiu turned his gaze to the desk, stroked his chin and said, "It's just that it's a little bit dry and spicy, so it's not like you can't eat it."

As he spoke, he pulled out a pair of chopsticks and stretched them into the bowl.

He had just stretched his wrist halfway when Dongqing grabbed him. The latter snatched his chopsticks, picked up the bowl and held it in front of him: "Master, you'd better not eat it. If you eat this bowl, I'm afraid you won't even eat it." The three days of medicine are all in vain."

Lu Zhengqiu was startled for a moment, then he laughed out loud.

Dongqing took the chopsticks in his hand over, picked up a piece of charred bacon, stuck out her tongue and licked it, then quickly curled her mouth and raised her eyebrows, showing a painful expression.

Lu Zhengqiu grinned from ear to ear, grabbed the bowl from Aitu's hand and put it aside: "In my opinion, you don't want to eat it either, so as not to drink the medicine with me for three more days."

He poured out the failed products in the bowl, then found a water ladle, scooped some clean water into the pot, and washed it carefully with a brush.

His movements were skillful and his attitude was calm. Holly watched from the side, wanting to stare out his eyes.

He cleaned the iron pot and stove, turned his head and asked, "Are you restless today?"

Dongqing was stunned for a moment, and immediately went back to the counter, picked up the kitchen knife: "I'll cut some more vegetables and meat and cook again."

Having said that, his hand holding the knife was trembling slightly, touching the ingredients, and cutting off stiffly, the cut pieces of meat were of different sizes and ugly in shape.

Lu Zhengqiu said: "Your hands are too tense. Cooking is not a martial arts competition. Martial arts emphasizes excellence, while cooking emphasizes letting nature take its course."

Holly whispered: "I understand."

Lu Zhengqiu sighed softly, walked behind him, wrapped his hands around his waist, and covered the back of his hand holding the knife.

"You see, the posture of holding the knife should be relaxed, and the index finger rests on the back of the knife to cut more smoothly."

His fingers stiffened again, and the stiff touch passed through the touching skin to Lu Zhengqiu's hand.

"Holly, what's wrong with you?" Lu Zhengqiu pressed his ear from behind, and said softly, "If you have something that bothers you, you must speak it out, and you must not keep it in your heart."

"I..." He hesitated for a moment, then finally lowered his eyes and said, "As long as I think about the situation at the dock that day, I will become nervous, and I have to hold a weapon to calm down."

Lu Zhengqiu comforted him and said: "It's just a loss, why bother so much."

But he just shook his head: "One time is enough, and there must be no next time. If you can't even defeat an emissary of the Devil's Cult, how can you protect Master."

Lu Zhengqiu couldn't help being startled, the encounter with Nan Yanqi actually forced the young man in his arms into such a situation.

He leaned close to Dongqing's ear again, and said softly: "I'm fine, so I'm just staying with you."

Hearing this, Dongqing moved her lips, but said nothing, she just straightened her shoulders, curled herself into the arms of the person behind her, put her ear on the other person's cheek, and swayed as if asking for comfort Neck, rubbing lightly.

Lu Zhengqiu was a little surprised by his actions, but still indulged his intimacy, with his palm firmly on the back of his hand, quietly waiting for the passage of time.

After an unknown amount of time, the young man finally broke away from the embrace of the elder, and shook his shoulders lightly: "Master, I'm fine now."

Lu Zhengqiu backed away, folded his arms on his chest, and said in a relaxed tone: "Well, the pot has been washed again and can be used again."

Lu Dongqing nodded, turned on the stove again, put the chopped ingredients into the pot, supplemented with oil and water, and slowly stir-fried.

The ingredients slowly soften and change color in the pot, emitting a reassuring smoke.

Lu Dongqing's movements were no longer stiff, as if she had returned to the ordinary time spent in Sanping Village in the past.

As if to get rid of the embarrassment just now, he stir-fried and said, "Where did Master learn to cook?"

Lu Zhengqiu was leaning on the door frame, tilting his head slightly, raised his eyebrows when he heard his question, and said, "I didn't learn it on purpose, but when you were young, you always had to cook for you. The land is also proficient.”

"Self-taught?" Lu Dongqing asked in surprise, "But I have always remembered that your skills are good, at least better than mine."

Lu Zhengqiu laughed and said, "The burnt ones were not served to you."

"Do you ever burn your rice?"

"Of course, do I look like a born cook?"

Lu Dongqing was startled, then quickly shook her head and said, "It's not like that at all. When I first met you, I always thought you were like a piece of ice, cold and arrogant."

"What about now?" Lu Zhengqiu asked casually, "Could it be that the enthusiasm is so hot."

"It's still cold, but like water, it's cool and gentle."

Seeing his solemn expression, Lu Zhengqiu couldn't help being slightly surprised, and soon smiled: "You child, you haven't eaten candy yet, your mouth is so sweet. Here, it's almost ready to be cooked."

"Is it ready?"

"When it turns into this color, it means it is cooked, and if it is burned again, it should be dried."

While talking, Lu Zhengqiu handed over the empty bowl.

But halfway through his hand, he was held by the other party, and his ten fingers clasped the back of his hand firmly, and got into his fingers.

"Holly...?" He raised his head in surprise.

Lu Dongqing also froze in place, until a hearty voice came from behind the two of them: "Hey, why does it taste so delicious? Is there any meat to eat?"