[Old Nine Gates] Uncle, I just fell in love with you

"[Old Nine Gates] Master, I just fell in love with you"

Jin / Jiang / Du / Jia / Lian / Zai

Text/Yu Feifei

After leaving Weijiazhuang, Zhang Qishan did not go back to the ministry, but asked the driver to drive the car in the direction of Zhang's residence.

I was so irritable that I suddenly wanted to see him.

A lot of things have happened this winter, and it seems to be getting longer and longer.

The car drove into the yard, and Zhang Qishan got out of the car.The black boots stepped on the white snowflakes, leaving dirty marks.

He looked down for a moment, and when he looked up, the violence on his face had been hidden.Only bland traces remain.

As soon as he entered the living room, the butler greeted him and took off his general's green robe.

He took off his black leather gloves, handed them to the housekeeper, and asked, "Where is the second master?"

The butler hung the coat on the hanger, took the glove and squeezed it in his hand, and replied with a smile: "In the kitchen. I have been busy with work since I got up this morning. In order to prepare it for you... Buddha should go by himself Check it out. It should be ready."

Zhang Qishan was puzzled: "What are you preparing for?"

The housekeeper just didn't say anything, just smiled and pointed him in the direction of the kitchen, "Second Lord won't let you talk. He said it, so he has to tell you himself."

Zhang Qishan frowned, expressing that he had no solution.I still didn't talk to the butler and walked towards the kitchen.Walking through the center of the living room, I first saw the red paper box on the table.

He knew it when he saw the box.Because Lao Ba Nian likes to give him gifts in red boxes every year, and there is no innovation at all.

No wonder someone is so secretive.

Walking to the door of the kitchen, he saw Er Ye with his sleeves rolled up, fishing for noodles.He didn't make a sound, just put his hands on his chest, leaned against the door and stared blankly.

White smoke was billowing from the stove, and the water in the pot was boiling violently. Er Yuehong held a long colander in one hand and chopsticks in the other, rinsed the noodles in the pot, scooped them up and poured them into a nearby bowl.

Next to it was a plate with four red-dyed boiled eggs.

It has been a long time since anyone cooked longevity noodles for him.Since his father died, he has hardly celebrated a birthday.

I used to think that these were not important, and no one would care.

Now, there is a person cooking longevity noodles for him.The way he is in a hurry is quite cute.

"Hurry up, sprinkle some green onions for me!" Er Yuehong said before seeing the person behind her, "Hurry up. Buddha will be back later."

The girl who was waiting by the side looked at Zhang Qishan in embarrassment, and after seeing him shutting up, she quietly continued to help the second master.

After cooking another bowl of noodles, Er Yuehong put the long colander in her hand on the chopping board, "It's finally done."

The girl next to her brought a plate and put the two bowls of noodles on the plate. Just as she was about to pick it up, Er Yuehong stopped her, "I'll do it myself!"

As soon as she picked up the noodles and turned around, she saw Zhang Qishan standing at the door. Er Yuehong showed surprise on her face, and then she pursed her lips and smiled, "I'm back. I cooked noodles for you."

Without saying a word, Zhang Qishan walked over, took the plate in his hand, said "I just came back," and walked towards the restaurant.

Er Yuehong followed and sat down at the dining table with him. "Why is it so early today, I thought I needed to wait a little longer."

Zhang Qishan did not answer immediately.

Originally, I felt very depressed, and wanted to come back to talk to him and discuss future decisions.But he forgot that today is his birthday, it has been so long that he has forgotten it, and only the old eight and the old nine always remember it.

Now that the atmosphere is so harmonious, it is rare to have a meal, so Zhang Qishan chose not to talk about it for the time being.He smiled and said intentionally, "It's my birthday once a year, so I'm not allowed to leave one day earlier?"

Er Yuehong was happy today, and replied cooperatively, "It should be. The Buddha who manages everything every day should also have the right to celebrate the festival, and it's his birthday... Hurry up and try it. This is the first time I cook longevity noodles, and I went back to the Red Mansion specially. Asking the girl for advice."

Taking the chopsticks from him, Zhang Qishan buried his head in a bite, his tongue was burned because he ate too fast.

He paused for a long time before choking out a sentence, "Delicious."

Er Yuehong's eyes lit up, "Don't just say it to coax me."

"I didn't coax you. You will know after you taste it." Zhang Qishan fed him, "How is it?"

Er Yuehong herself was surprised, and looked up at him, "It's really good! It seems that the girl is really good at teaching."

Zhang Qishan didn't want to hear other people's compliments from him, so he said with some displeasure: "Why don't you say that you have good craftsmanship?"

Er Yuehong is also the first time to cook longevity noodles for someone, and this person is so special, it is rare for him to feel a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

Automatically ignoring his slightly changed eyes, he himself picked up the chopsticks and buried himself in eating the noodles.

After the two chatted and laughed, Er Yuehong said, "Wait a moment, there's a gift for you." She headed towards the kitchen.

Master Zhang Dafo, who was always good at giving orders, rarely sat obediently at the dinner table and waited.

The dining room where they ate was connected to the living room, with daytime lights, so it was very bright.Unexpectedly, the moment Er Yuehong left, the lights suddenly dimmed.

Zhang Qishan thought that as usual, there was something wrong with the engine, so he ignored it.Anyway, the butler will take care of it naturally.

After waiting for a while, a bright twilight suddenly floated over the entrance of the restaurant, like stars in the dark night, twinkling non-stop.

It was in that flickering spot of light that he saw the face he was all too familiar with.Today, he is different from usual, with a bright smile.

Holding a plate of pastries, Er Yuehong walked up to him slowly, stood still, and looked at the standing Buddha, with a charming arc on the corner of her mouth.

He said, "Qishan, happy birthday."

Zhang Qishan stared blankly at him, then looked down at the bowl-sized pastries on the serving plate.The touch in the bottom of my heart exploded like a mine.

He paused for a long time, and only asked, "What is this?"

"It's a cake." Afraid he might be confused, Er Yuehong explained again, "The foreigners in Liyuan said that they would eat cakes on foreigners' birthdays. This way, it's festive."

The five small bowls of cakes on the end plate were colorful, and two of them even had their portraits drawn randomly.

Zhang Qishan discovered for the first time that Er Yuehong's painting is not bad.

"Why are there candles on the cake? Red candles are not used only when married?"

When he said this, Zhang Qishan looked at Er Yuehong's eyes full of explicit lust.If they get married, that would be great.

Er Yuehong only has modern memories, so she wanted to give him a special gift on his birthday, and also to express her feelings for him, after all, the two of them really established a relationship.

However, he really couldn't answer why the cake needs to be lit with candles.Since he was born, he has celebrated his birthday like this every year, and no one has ever told him why.

He specially went to the store to order these few small red candles.

He thought for a while, and said nonsense: "It's just for looking good. Make a wish and blow out the candles."

"Why do you want to make a wish?"

"Uh...you just make a wish."

How does he know why he wants to make a wish? It's just that the birthday person is the oldest and has the right to make a wish.

"Will the wish come true?"

Er Yuehong "...should be realized."

Zhang Qishan suddenly grinned, lowered his head, and looked into the depths of his eyes through the flickering candlelight.He said firmly, "My wish... is to want you."

Uh?

Er Yuehong was startled.He felt that he would have to jump into the hole he dug if he was killed.

Zhang Qishan lowered his head, looked into his eyes in the dim light, and gently blew out the candle.

The lights above the head turned on at the right time, to prove that the servants waiting outside the door were conscientiously facing the invisible man.

Er Yuehong didn't have time to be emotional about this at all, he just felt that Zhang Qishan's wolf-like eyes were quite scary.

He coughed lightly, and put the plate on the table, "Let's eat the cake. Which one do you want?"

Zhang Qishan took a look at the cakes, and without hesitation chose the red pastry with the second master's face painted on it.

The image was drawn imprecisely, with only a few strokes, and I don't know what was used to draw it.But regardless of these, he just wanted to eat "him" into his stomach.

Er Yuehong bit her mouth when she saw him open her mouth, her heart trembled violently, and she pretended to be calm and asked, "Is it delicious?"

Zhang Qishan nodded, "It's delicious."

"Then I'll try it too."

Zhang Qishan looked at him with raised eyebrows, "Want to eat?"

Er Yuehong nodded.

Just as he was about to reach out to take the cake, the person in front of him pushed him over, pressed his lips against his, and stuffed the cake into his mouth with the tip of his tongue.

Suddenly there was a sweet taste in his mouth, Er Yuehong couldn't help swallowing.The slightly opened mouth made it easier for him to poke his tongue deeper.

The sweet and greasy feeling spreads gradually in the mouth.He grabbed his arm, "Um..."

This voice made Zhang Qishan completely lose his mind, he pressed his palm on his head, and kissed more fiercely.

……

After a long time, Er Yuehong felt his restlessness and pushed him away desperately. "Hey, don't come here again!"

Zhang Qishan put his arms around his waist and pulled him closer, "Then to the room?"

February Red:  …

Before he could react, he was picked up horizontally and went straight to the second floor.

The author has something to say: not tomorrow, but the day after tomorrow~