Chi Musheng sharpened his knife at Brother Chicken, muttering, "Sorry, Brother Chicken, if you're unhappy in the Paradise, just curse Tu Shan Honghong. She's the one who wanted to eat, not me."
"Giggle!"
A scream echoed through the kitchen at night; the pot was filled with cold water, and not a single thing was left.
Tu Shan Honghong leaned against the door, her face calm, but her emerald green eyes were fixed on one person.
For some reason, even watching Chi Musheng cook was a very enjoyable experience for her.
It seems that as long as Chi Musheng is by her side, her heart will not be in turmoil, and she will not suffer from insomnia, as refreshing and soothing as a mint leaf.
Chop firewood and start a fire, wrap spices in lotus leaves and mud, and the rooster goes into the stove.
Chi Musheng put the clay ball into the fire. There were really limited materials, so he could only make a simple beggar's chicken. Otherwise, he wouldn't have had to send Chicken Brother on this trip.
After finishing, Chi Musheng squatted by the stove peeling peanuts. Every time he pressed with his slender fingers, the peanuts would squeal and pop out as two or three peanuts would emerge.
Drinking alcohol without fried peanuts is like drinking without a soul; you should drink half as much.
Heat the pan with cold oil, then add the peanuts; the aroma is irresistible.
Chi Musheng held the spatula and stirred the oil in the pan, his expression serious and his movements skillful.
At this moment, a figure stood behind Chi Musheng, his nose twitching as if inhaling some kind of scent, getting closer and closer.
Before she knew it, Tu Shan Honghong was almost pressed against Chi Musheng's back, with only half a foot between them.
From a distance, an unsuspecting person might mistake the two for a loving couple, even cooking side by side.
"What a strange smell, exactly the same as in my dream last night," Tu Shan Honghong murmured to herself.
Her body also released a pheromone that made Tu Shan Hong Hong infatuated and intoxicated, wanting to hold Chi Mu Sheng in her arms and suckle.
Feeling the breath on his ear, Chi Musheng trembled and fell into a soft embrace.
The intense contact stunned them both. Tu Shan Honghong's outstretched arms froze in mid-air as she stared blankly at the boy in her arms. This was the first time she had ever hugged a man.
Looking at the small face so close to his, his breath almost hitting her face, Chi Musheng was a little at a loss. He never expected Tu Shan Honghong to appear behind him, let alone that he would fall into Tu Shan Honghong's arms.
He had quite a bit of contact with Tu Shan Honghong, but that was when she was completely drunk and unconscious.
Realizing what had happened, Chi Musheng hurriedly got out of Tu Shan Honghong's arms and waved his hand to explain.
"I'm sorry, I apologize, Boss, I didn't know you were behind me."
"It's nothing," Tu Shan Honghong said calmly, withdrawing her arm, though a hint of lingering satisfaction was hidden in her eyes.
However, given her dignity as the Queen of Tushan, she would never say something like asking Chi Musheng to hug her.
"call"
Chi Musheng breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that Tu Shan Honghong was acting strangely tonight. In the past, Tu Shan Honghong would have already punched him.
He even gave himself a raise, which puzzled Chi Musheng greatly.
Seeing that Chi Musheng was staring at her, Tu Shan Honghong clenched her fists somewhat unnaturally, her cold tone carrying a hint of arrogance.
"Focus on cooking, I understand."
"I understand," Chi Musheng immediately turned back to cook. For his own safety, he dared not gamble on whether Tu Shan Honghong's iron fist would come at him.
Belatedly realizing what was happening, Tu Shan Hong Hong felt her ears burning and the kitchen seemed unusually hot, so she left the kitchen and went to the Bitter Love Tree to look out over the entire Tu Shan.
My gaze swept across a house in the distance, like a faint light shining in the darkness.
"Rongrong has been working very hard lately; the office lights have been on very late these past two days."
In the office, Tu Shan Rongrong expressionlessly skimmed over one report after another, along with approval forms and so on, her small face filled with annoyance.
She slammed her little fist on the table. "Damn it!" Who can be happy if they're rejected by someone they care about during the day and have to work overtime at night?
"Boss, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." Chi Musheng carried a clod of dirt and a plate of fried peanuts in a piece of cloth.
Chi Musheng placed the clod of earth on the ground and the peanuts beside it.
Tu Shan Honghong glanced at the beggar's chicken, then at Chi Musheng, as if to say, "How do you eat this?"
"Master, may I borrow your hand for a moment?" Chi Musheng asked cautiously. There were no tools in the kitchen, and his hands were not resistant to heat, so he couldn't afford to burn himself and affect his playing of the zither and flute.
Therefore, a tool fox was needed, and Tu Shan Hong Hong was just right. He had long heard that Tu Shan Hong Hong's Insulating Claws were not afraid of swords and magic weapons, so he thought that a little bit of heat should not be a big deal.
"Okay," Tu Shan Honghong nodded, wanting to see what Chi Musheng was going to do.
Chi Musheng lifted Tu Shan Honghong's wrist and said, "Boss, be gentle."
Before Tu Shan Honghong could react, Chi Musheng actually dared to grab her wrist and slap it down.
With a "snap".
When patted onto a clod of earth, the once unremarkable clod crumbled into pieces, soil fell away, and a meaty aroma wafted out, making one's mouth water.
Tu Shan Honghong gave Chi Musheng an unfriendly look. She thought that Chi Musheng was actually holding her hand. What a bumpkin! For the sake of the chicken, she decided not to argue with him for now.
After Chi Musheng unwrapped the lotus leaf, the golden beggar's chicken was displayed in front of the two of them.
Seeing this, Tu Shan Honghong couldn't help but swallow hard, but out of pride, she refrained from grabbing it directly.
After all, once you've been pretending for too long, it's hard to change; shame is the root of all evil.
Chi Musheng broke off a chicken leg from the top and thoughtfully handed it to Tu Shan Honghong, smiling.
"Boss, it's time to eat."
"Um"
Tu Shan Honghong took the chicken leg and ate it in small bites, but her speed was no less than that of someone wolfing it down, only she appeared much more elegant.
Having enjoyed the meal to the fullest, he immediately picked up the wine beside him and took a sip.
"Would the boss like to hear me sing?" Chi Musheng asked.
Thinking that Tu Shan Honghong didn't want to listen to the flute, she decided to sing for her, since she did have some singing skills.
"good"
Chi Musheng cleared his throat.
"Can I stop being sad by covering my eyes? Can I harden my heart by taking off my mask?"
If I hadn't met you, I would never have believed that there is such a thing as love that is absolutely essential to continue.
Love can mean knowing each other, promising each other, and depending on each other for life, yet it can also mean leaving everything to fate.
Love can be a meeting of minds, breathtaking and thrilling, yet it cannot defy the destiny of a shooting star.
I belong to your destiny, not to my fate.
"Don't risk your life, don't stay sober..."
After finishing a jar of wine, Tu Shan Honghong, still sober, said in a drunken stupor, "I don't understand."
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