The two of them sat cross-legged opposite each other on the small table. Feng Zhiyou pushed aside the outer layer of mud and took out the beggar's chicken inside.
The meat is golden and dripping with oil, and the aroma is overflowing. It is roasted just right, not burnt or burnt, and it is tempting to move your index fingers.
He broke off a chicken leg and gave it to her.
After one sip, Si Nannan was full of praise:
"My cooking skills are great too!"
It's so delicious, soft and glutinous.
Feng Zhiyou glanced at her and said nothing.
"Such a delicious beggar's chicken can only be roasted by me, Si Nannan. Your Highness, the War King, please try it quickly!"
Feng Zhiyou took a small bite out of dignity.
"How about it?"
"Doesn't it taste amazing?"
"I'm such a genius."
"I'm only five and a half years old. I'm so proud of my dad!"
Si Nannan held the fragrant chicken drumstick in his mouth and praised himself sincerely, admiring his cooking skills.
Feng Zhiyou, who was sitting opposite him, was silent for a moment, as if he was mute for a moment. He silently took a bite of chicken and looked at the picture of the smug little girl. Her arrogant tail was about to rise to the sky, and the outline of her eyebrows naturally softened a little.
Should I tell her that the black charcoal she roasted has been thrown away and that this beggar's chicken was cooked in the kitchen?
She seems so proud that she has lost herself?
That’s all…
"Your Highness the King of War, if you like to eat it, I will bake one for you tomorrow."
"?"
No need to!
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After a pleasant dinner, Si Nannan slipped away. Feng Zhiyou looked at the table of chicken bones and couldn't help but smile.
But as for why he was laughing, he didn't know.
When he went to bed at night, he actually dreamed of Si Nannan.
In the dream, Si Nannan grew up, wore a fiery red wedding dress, walked up to him step by step, and put her hand into his...
When I woke up, it was already bright.
Lin Feng's expression was strange, "Master, it's already past the time to go to court."
After following my master for many years, this was the first time I saw my master sleeping in.
"His Royal Highness the War King!"
Outside, Si Nannan was shouting, and he didn't know what was wrong, but Feng Zhiyou hurriedly wrapped himself in his robe and ran over the wall as if he had hit a hot potato.
? !
Lin Feng's eyes nearly popped out of his sockets.
what's the situation?
Why is the master becoming more and more strange?
"His Royal Highness the King of War," Si Nannan trotted in, "Guard Lin, is the King of War not here?"
"Uh, Master, please tell me... He has something to do. Is there something wrong with Miss Si?"
Si Nannan let out an 'Ah' and his face fell: "I woke up very early on purpose and made pastries."
She was in a very good mood when she thought that her father was coming back soon.
Lin Feng's eyes lit up, "Master is not here, why not give me a try with a humble position?"
"Forget it, you don't deserve it."
Si Nannan thought for a moment, then shook his head and left.
"..."
Miss Si, are you polite?
the other side.
Feng Zhiyou, who had fled away, appeared in a temple at this moment. This was the largest temple in the Imperial City - Tianling Temple.
Located on Qingcheng Mountain, the highest mountain outside the city, Tianling Temple has a history of more than 500 years and has gone through the ups and downs of several dynasties. It is considered the most efficacious place in the hearts of the people. Countless people burn incense and worship Buddha every day.
In the Zen room of the back temple.
The bells ring, the cicadas chirp quietly, and the heart is like falling dust, naturally returning to peace.
Feng Zhiyou twisted the incense and knelt in front of the Buddha with her eyes closed, her heart like a bright mirror.
"His Royal Highness the War King, why do you have time to come here today?"
Outside the door, a kind-hearted master came smiling.
Feng Zhiyou turned around and said, "Master Faxian."
"Amitabha."
