Xie Fu said: "Now you know how hard it is for me to cook for you."
Seeing him coming to ask for credit, Wang Wanzhi turned to look at him and said seriously: "Thank you, I understand."
Xie Fu caught another piece of ginger and handed it over: "Cut the ginger into thin slices."
Wang Wanzhi was stunned for a moment, feeling that this process was a bit difficult for her, so she took action and pressed the ginger piece carefully with one hand. The hand holding the knife trembled slightly, just like a person who writes with a pen for the first time.
After finally cutting off a thick slice, he said with a pleading tone: "Aren't you afraid that I will cut it into my hand?"
"You tell Brother Fu, teach me, and I will teach you."
Wang Wanzhi pursed her lips and looked at him, then teased her again, but she said sincerely: "Teach me."
"Who taught you?"
"I don't need you anymore. I'll ask Yan Yu to teach me now."
Wang Wanzhi was about to leave, but Xie Fu stopped him: "You and I are living alone in the same kitchen, do you want Yan Yu to be an eyesore?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Wanzhi had to call Yan Yu over.
Xie Fu stopped and coaxed: "Good sister, I will teach you."
This cry of "good sister" made Wang Wanzhi's legs weak. She wanted to leave but didn't want to leave, so she stood there.
Xie Fu accepted it and coaxed, "I'll teach you, teach you seriously."
The two of them moved to the chopping board. Mr. Xie stood behind Wang Wanzhi and gently grabbed her hands.
The gentle touch gave Wang Wanzhi a feeling of interlocking hearts, a warm feeling in her heart, and a sense of stability that was not resisting.
Wang Wanzhi wanted to turn her head to look at him, but Xie Fu's voice rang in her ears: "You should hold the handle of the knife with your hand, just like you are holding a pen to write, with a gentle and gentle wrist, rather than as if you are holding a whip and whipping someone hard. …”
Wang Wanzhi smiled after hearing this.
With a squeaking sound, the blade of the knife was like a gentle breeze blowing by, easily cutting off a thin slice of ginger. The sound made Wang Wanzhi feel extremely wonderful.
After Xie Fulian cut a few slices, Wang Wanzhi had mastered the technique a little and said, "I'll give it a try myself."
The blade fell lightly and cut off a piece. Although it was not as thin as Xie Fu's, it was still somewhat handy. He said with inexplicable joy: "Wonderful!"
Xie Fu said with a smile: "We are always interested in new things at first, but over time we get bored."
Wang Wanzhi was enjoying it, and suddenly felt Xie Fu's chest pressed tightly against her back, and said softly: "Don't stick so close."
"I just want to stay so close."
Wang Wan was embarrassed. Even if she had learned a lot and was good at eloquence, she still couldn't speak.
"Have you never been so close to a man?"
The hot man's breath blew close to his ears and cheeks. Wang Wanzhi's heart jumped like a deer, and she said sternly: "Of course not!"
Xie Fu asked: "What does it feel like?"
Wang Wanzhi said helplessly: "Thank you, Fu, please spare me."
This quietly weak state made Xie Fu's heart tremble. He almost couldn't hold it back and said with a smile, "I'll go out for a while, and you can continue practicing."
Seeing Xie Fu walking out of the door, Wang Wanzhi breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to fan her warm face.
Xie Fu turned around suddenly, startling Wang Wanzhi.
But Xie Fu only cared about one thing: "By the way, be careful, don't cut your hands."
Wang Wanzhi's heart was shaken by him, and she smiled bitterly in her heart, "You are really capable."
The two worked together, and Xie Fu marinated the duck thoroughly inside and out.
Wang Wanzhi, under the instructions of Fu Xie, prepared various condiments one by one. Only then did Wang Wanzhi realize that making a dish is so complicated, no less than making a painting.
There is a process that involves stir-frying the condiments first until fragrant, and Wang Wanzhi volunteered.
Although he knew that Wang Wanzhi's first attempt would end badly, seeing that she was already immersed in it and very interested, he agreed without killing her interest.
Anyway, it doesn't matter whether the dish is good or not in the end. The most important thing is the learning process, the process of her feeling this happiness.
He wanted to see Wang Wanzhi who was active and full of vitality. This was his true intention.
Seeing Fu Xie watching from the side, Wang Wanzhi actually drove Xie Fu away: "You go out and do your work first. I have never disappointed anyone."
Because Xie Fu's presence only distracted her, she had to concentrate on cooking this first dish as if she were painting.
Xie Fu couldn't hold her back and hurried out of the kitchen. In fact, he had already prepared everything he needed to prepare.
After Xie Fu left, Wang Wanzhi devoted himself to it, and the scene of his mother cooking in front of the stove came to his mind.
My mother is the wife of the Wang family, so these things can be left to the servants, but my father's joyful praise after eating the food cooked by his mother is probably the meaning of cooking himself, and it is probably also the inseparable connection between the family.
Wang Wanzhi felt like she had become her mother and felt her mother's happiness.
The smoke from the chimney curled up under the setting sun, the fire was burning brightly in the kitchen, and the sound of cooking in the pan was crackling.
The sound of smoke and oily gas, and the ordinary daily life make people feel the ordinary warmth.
The sparks in the stove splashed out and quietly ignited the firewood beside the stove.
Wang Wanzhi suddenly didn't realize that there was some heat under her feet, and the firewood beside the stove was already burning.
Wang Wanzhi was suddenly in a hurry, grabbing things to put out the burning firewood, but instead it ignited the firewood everywhere.
Seeing that there was no way to save it, he ran to the door and shouted: "Thank you, Fu!"
In the toilet, Mr. Xie heard the shouting and ran out with his pants picked up. When he saw thick smoke coming from the kitchen, he was stunned for a moment. How could it have turned out like this in just a short while?
Seeing Wang Wanzhi standing stupidly at the door with a burning broom, he immediately rushed over, took Wang Wanzhi's hand and dragged her out of the kitchen.
Wang Wanzhi shouted loudly: "Put out the fire, put out the fire."
Xie Fu threw away the broom she was still holding and dragged her away from the kitchen.
At this moment, Wang Wanzhi was anxious and panting, but she kept urging: "Quickly put out the fire!"
Xie Fu said in a deep voice: "Stay here and don't move."
After saying that, the man rushed to the well in the middle of the yard, fetched water and rushed it toward the wooden bucket and into the kitchen.
Wang Wanzhi looked annoyed as she watched Xie Fu rush in and out, and suddenly fetched water to help put out the fire.
Xie Fu saw it, but had no time to take care of her.
The two of them kept running back and forth like this, and they poured no one knows how many buckets of water before they put out the fire in the kitchen.
At this time, the outer walls of the kitchen had been burnt to black. Wang Wanzhi said with guilt: "Thank you, Fu, I'm sorry, I..."
Fu Xie saw that her face was completely dark, her white dress was also black and gray, and the sweat on her head was flowing down her dark face.
She was panting heavily because of exhaustion. The breath fell on Fu Xie's face, making him feel the vitality of the living servant.
This is how she should be, moved by anything, and she shouldn't look like she's dying.
"Wang Wanzhi, do you still want to run away again?"
Wang Wanzhi was stunned for a moment, but Xie Fu took her hand and ran out of the yard, as if he was running away from the scene out of regret.
Wang Wanzhi had never run so fiercely before, panting and saying: "Thank you, Fu... Thank you, Fu... slow down."
Fu Xie stopped and looked at Wang Wanzhi, who was running with a dark red face and hot sweat on his head, and said with a smile: "Wang Wanzhi, do you want to run again?"
The word "run" fell on Wang Wanzhi's mind, and she nodded as if her blood was suddenly pumping up.
Xie Fu took her hand and continued running.
The two of them walked through the alleys and streets, running aimlessly.
Passers-by couldn't help but stare at this strange man and woman.
Wang Wanzhi didn't know anything. There was only the sound of wind and breathing in her ears. She felt that her body was slowly soaked in hot sweat. She felt an indescribable unrestrained feeling, as if she had stepped through the twinkling lights and stars, or waded through a slowly flowing stream. and waves…
She wants to release all of herself for this and leave traces of her own life in every step of running.
Finally she couldn't run anymore: "Thank you, Fu, I can't run anymore."
Fu Xie stopped and looked at her. The hot sweat on Wang Wanzhi's face revealed a bright youthful vitality. Her flying eyes had a charming and gentle aura. The small bridge of her nose that had been wiped black by sweat was dripping with sweat, and her face was decorated with freehand brushwork. Include it.
The mouth is panting from running, with the scent of musk orchid exuding. The white jade teeth and smiling lips complement each other, and the flat chest is straight, showing the grace, tranquility and charm of life.
This scene, this love, and this person are amazing.
Wang Wanzhi saw Fu Xie staring at him and gasped, "Thank you, Fu."
When his name was called out from his own mouth, there was a special intimacy at this moment, like a friend or a companion, or a relative or a companion.
Xie Fu said: "I don't allow you to stop."
Wang Wanzhi was stunned for a moment and responded: "But I can't run anymore."
"I'll spank you if you can't run away."
Wang Wanzhi glanced around. They were in the street at this time, and the embarrassed two people had attracted the attention of many people, and said angrily: "Don't make trouble!"
Although many people don't know her, she is really afraid of being recognized. After all, she is a royal lady.
When Xie Fu saw that she didn't run away, he actually slapped her on the butt.
Wang Wanzhi was dumbfounded. No one had ever dared to treat her like this. No one could treat her like this.
"There's no flesh at all. My hands hurt from the beating."
No matter how calm Wang Wanzhi was, he still made him upset. Looking at the passers-by, they already looked at him in surprise and warned: "Thank you, Fu!"
Xie Fu raised his hand, and Wang Wanzhi said hurriedly: "Don't do anything, I will just run away."
Wang Wanzhi ran, the wind blowing on her face, the joy of running filled her whole body, she was running chasing the wind.
Xie Fu's voice came from behind: "Wang Wanzhi, I'm so happy that I almost peed. What about you?"
Wang Wanzhi turned around and responded loudly: "Me too."
The top of his head shook and his long hair fell down, flying in the air as he ran.
The long-lost giggle radiated from her body, and Wang Wanzhi finally found her youthful side.
This period of time seems to have been missed, but now it is found and made up for.
Suddenly she fell to the ground, Xie Fu was startled, but she stood up again quickly and continued running. She smiled at Xie Fu and said, "Come and chase me."
Xie Fu smiled: "So what if I catch you?"
"If you catch me..."
Wang Wanzhi stopped deliberately, looked at her, her fresh willow eyebrows were like the bright crescent moon on the third grade of junior high school, pursed her lips, and smiled slightly: "Guess."
In Xie Fu's eyes, all he could see was her beautiful body full of vitality and her flying black hair.
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