Seeing his slightly proud look, Fan Zhiyi began to praise him: "It's not just good, it's incredibly delicious!"
"How does it compare to the pastries from Jiuwanli?" Bing Nandong asked almost as soon as Fan Zhiyi finished his words.
Fan Zhiyi was stunned for a second, his mind racing. He'd almost forgotten how to describe the taste of Jiuwanli's pastry. It simply felt like white moonlight, incredibly beautiful and sweet. And at this point, Bingnandong's was also delicious.
Fan Zhiyi hesitated for a moment, but after much thought, he still felt that he couldn't betray his own heart when it came to eating: "Tell the truth..."
He glanced at Bing Nandong and saw that Bing Nandong was staring at him stubbornly. His body leaned forward unconsciously because of nervousness, and he looked like he was ready to fight to the death.
Even in such matters, he had to compete with Jiu Wanli. Fan Zhiyi was a little amused and said, "They are both delicious. I can't tell the difference."
"……Oh."
The young man's sneer conveyed his dissatisfaction. He folded his arms and saw that Fan Zhiyi had no intention of adding anything else. Just as he was about to say something, Fan Zhiyi smiled and said, "But, this pastry was made for me by my senior brother. This little bit of thoughtfulness can't be compared to anything else in Jiuwanli."
Bing Nandong opened his mouth in surprise, and the words were about to come out, but he swallowed them back: "There is no special intention, I just wanted to practice and let you try it."
"Yes, yes, yes." Fan Zhiyi didn't bother with him.
But seeing Fan Zhiyi like this, Bing Nandong was unwilling to accept it. He didn't know what to say, so he turned his head away and sulked alone: "Let's eat first."
"Don't you want to put the vase together first?"
"Let's eat first." Bing Nandong repeated it again, his tone irresistible, and took a few steps forward to open the lid of what Fan Zhiyi was cooking.
A strong smell of chili oil rushed out. Bing Nandong frowned slightly, his eyes and nose instantly turned red. He took a few steps back and coughed slightly a few times.
Fan Zhiyi hadn't expected his spicy clay pot rice to be so lethal. He immediately held down Bing Nandong's hand as he tried to rub his eyes: "Don't touch it yet. It's just the smoke. I'll find a handkerchief to wipe it for you."
As he spoke, because Bing Nandong couldn't see at the moment, Fan Zhiyi helped him walk outside. He saw that Bing Nandong had his eyes closed obediently, and his thick and curled eyelashes were trembling slightly like the wings of a butterfly.
Fan Zhiyi pursed his lips, then quickly looked away, a little flustered: "You, you wait here, I, I..."
As he spoke, Bing Nandong grabbed Fan Zhiyi's wrist and stopped him from leaving: "I'm fine."
Bing Nandong opened his eyes and blinked. Tears welled up in his eyes due to the irritation. He wiped them away and said, "Much better. No need to look for a handkerchief. By the way, how much chili did you add to this rice?"
"A lot, a lot." The more Fan Zhiyi spoke, the more guilty he felt, and his voice became smaller and smaller.
When he was adding the seasoning, he suddenly had an idea. He hadn't eaten very spicy food for a long time. Besides, cooking requires considering everyone's taste. Bing Nandong can't eat spicy food very well, so the dishes he usually cooks are relatively light.
This time, I thought I had a great time trying to make a delicacy that I had eaten before, so I decided to make it spicier. However, I accidentally choked on the chili pepper, and my hands shook, so I dropped it all.
Fan Zhiyi's mind went blank for a moment, and then he adopted the attitude of making the best of things and let the rice continue to cook in the casserole without any concern.
He didn't expect it to turn out like this, so he put on a smile at Bing Nandong, trying to get away with it, but then Bing Nandong grabbed his face and pulled him in retaliation.
However, the other party didn't use too much force, which made Fan Zhiyi feel a little embarrassed.
He looked up and saw that Bing Nandong's eyes were still red, as if stained by the juice of plum blossoms.
Fan Zhiyi was so confused by his own thoughts that he immediately lowered his eyes.
In the end, Bing Nandong was unwilling to try the clay pot rice, so Fan Zhiyi enjoyed it alone. Although it was delicious, he couldn't stand it after a few bites, so he could only waste the rest with a sad heart.
After dinner, Fan Zhiyi watched Bing Nandong pick out the fragments of the vase with words on them, compare them, and piece them together. Some of the words were deliberately used to confuse people and were completely useless. The words he finally pieced together were: "The secret of the Ghost Gate incident, contact me in two days."
Fan Zhiyi asked, "Does he really know?" Fan Zhiyi couldn't be blamed for being suspicious. The main reason was that even Bing Nandong, the senior brother of Tianyun Sect and a key figure in Guimen, didn't know about this matter. So how much could someone like Lin Taiyin, who had been imprisoned for a long time, know?
"But maybe. After all, there must be a reason why he was asked to be looked after like that." Fan Zhiyi analyzed.
Bing Nandong continued, "I'm going." He looked at Fan Zhiyi, "Lin Taiyin knew we would be leaving Tianyunmen on a mission in two days, so he said this. It must be a promise."
"Didn't you say he was unapproachable?"
"Because you can't handle it."
Well, that means he is not good enough, only Bingnandong is good enough.
Two days passed in the blink of an eye. No matter how reluctant he was, Fan Zhiyi finally went out with Bing Nandong. The moment he closed the door to the yard, Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but start to worry again: "Is it really okay for Xiao Hei to stay alone?"
Fan Zhiyi had asked this question many times, especially the day before the trip. Bing Nandong had also answered it many times. This time, he was also patient and said, "Don't worry, it's much smarter than you."
Fan Zhiyi looked at Bing Nandong with resentment, but finally calmed himself down and walked forward.
He and Bing Nandong were going to meet at different places, so when he saw Bing Nandong and he chose the same fork in the road, Fan Zhiyi was extremely shocked: "Aren't you going to the meeting place?"
"You don't know the way, so I'll take you there first."
Fan Zhiyi disagreed: "I know the way!"
Bing Nandong glanced at him and didn't refute: "The moves we practiced these days... Forget it, you can't remember them anyway. If you encounter any danger, hide and don't try to be brave. Run away if you can. Be sure to take the talisman I gave you this morning, and the dagger. Also..."
"Okay, okay, I know everything." Although he knew that Bing Nandong was doing this for his own good, Fan Zhiyi's ears were almost callused from hearing it repeated so many times.
"One last word," Bing Nandong said, "Be careful and pay more attention. I've already told my husband and my junior sister to keep an eye on you."
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