Chapter 210 Destiny



Chapter 210 Destiny

Due to the limitation of tools, Yang Yingxu overcooked the first batch of walnut crisps. They were not burnt, but just darker in color. He tasted it himself and found it had a burnt aroma, but not bad.

But this kind of food is definitely not suitable for Xia Zhizhi to eat, as it will affect his capable image as Xiao Yang.

Fortunately, he was smart. With the new stove and new tools, he had to try out the temperature first, so he baked them in two batches.

Anyone who has made desserts knows that desserts taste especially sweet and tempting when they come out of the oven.

Xia Zhizhi smelled the food and came out to check the situation: "Yang Zhiqing, is it ready?"

Yang Yingxu knew that she was interested because of the smell. When the prince was young, he would also urge him in the small kitchen because of the smell. Later, as he grew older and became more stable under the guidance of his nanny, he no longer did so.

Thinking about my previous life, I fell into the water and drowned, and I wonder what the situation is like at home now.

Forget it. It's nothing more than that mom and dad will be sad for a few days. The master has always been kind and will definitely give them many gifts to comfort them. My brothers and sisters at home will comfort mom and dad, and they will not be sad for more than two days, and will focus their energy on their work again.

There was disappointment in Yang Yingxu's eyes and he sighed imperceptibly, but he was good at controlling his emotions and turned around as if nothing had happened.

He put four pieces of peach cakes on a plate. He certainly couldn't tell the truth that would affect his image. He had long been trained to say one thing to one person and another thing to another.

With a considerate look on his face, he handed the walnut cakes to me and said, "I put less sugar in these two pieces. You can try the one with less sugar first. I don't know your taste, so I will bake one with a higher heat and then bake the other with a normal heat. Which one do you think is more palatable?"

Comparing the two, Xia Zhizhi felt that the reduced-sugar walnut crisps that were baked for a slightly longer time were more interesting to eat. They were neither sweet nor greasy, and had a unique burnt aroma.

Han Youran and Jiang Xiurong are the same, they prefer this taste.

Seeing that she liked it, Yang Yingxu immediately took out his little notebook and wrote down the ingredients and baking time.

That's really professional.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Han Youran and Jiang Xiurong were knitting on the kang to kill time. Yang Yingxu also became interested when he saw them.

The needlework for the two sessions was relatively simple. Yang Yingxu learned it after watching it twice and also drew two needles. Jiang Xiurong asked him to knit a scarf to practice and joked, "When Yang finds a partner, he can knit a scarf for him."

Yang Yingxu was a man, so he had no nerve to talk about such a topic, so he smiled and said nothing, lowered his head and started to knit the scarf.

Han Youran and Jiang Xiurong saw his shy look and thought he really looked like a little girl.

They have similar personalities and look...similar.

Unlike other male educated youth who no one knew where they were going all day long, she never left the house and was very clever, gentle and virtuous.

Han Youran looked at his Adam's apple again.

Probably a man with a woman's heart.

If it were someone else, they would definitely think Yang Yingxu was a bit effeminate, but she and Jiang Xiurong were quite accepting of this.

I was even very empathetic and felt that his life would probably not be easy. After all, a gay man, if he did not act like a gay man, would definitely be ridiculed and mocked by others in this era, even if he did nothing wrong and just acted like himself.

Few people can remain indifferent to other people's bad comments.

It’s just that some people choose to torture themselves with internal friction, while others choose to go crazy and torture others.

Yang Yingxu was really clever and deft. His speed increased day by day, and soon he could weave very fast without even looking at the work in his hands.

It was to the extent that even Han Youran would feel ashamed when seeing it.

After several days of hard work, Yang Yingxu has completely captured the hearts of several female educated youth.

He is gentle, considerate, and especially clean. He can talk to lesbians about everything from eating, drinking, and having fun, but he has nothing in common with gay men. When you get along with him, you will unconsciously forget that he is a male educated youth.

After dinner today, Han Youran and Jiang Xiurong planned to go out for a walk. They carried a basket and called Yang Yingxu, "It's boring to stay on the kang every day. Let's go out and dig wild vegetables. They said they have small garlic roots now."

Yang Yingxu had never dug wild vegetables before, so he became interested after hearing what they said: "Okay, let's get some wild vegetables for Xia Zhiqing to change her taste."

At this time, the small roots of garlic have not yet shown green sprouts. The first batch of tender leaves have just emerged. They are tiny and still earth-colored. They are hidden in the dead grass and have to be distinguished carefully.

Sisters who have dug wild vegetables know that this is just like picking mushrooms and is quite fun.

If it wasn't fun, there wouldn't be so many sisters who would go to pick wild vegetables one after another.

The three of them found a sunny hillside, squatted down and began to search carefully.

They had limited experience and didn't expect to dig up too much, so they just chopped it into small pieces and added some eggs to make enough to make a few pancakes in the evening.

The three people, each in a different direction, bent over and lowered their heads to search carefully. Yang Yingxu found a patch of dig under a birch tree. His eyes lit up, and he squatted down and started digging.

As they were digging, they saw some movement in the woods ahead.

Han Youran once said that the forest at the foot of the mountain was quite safe and there were no wild animals. Not to mention wild animals, even rabbits and pheasants were rarely seen because they were being snatched away by the members.

It should be the person who went up the mountain.

Yang Yingxu raised his head curiously.

In order to cling to his thigh as quickly as possible, he never left the house during this period, and stayed around Xia Zhizhi all day long. Apart from those educated youth, he had never seen other members of the commune.

When Lin Wenxi came over covered in blood carrying a deer, he saw Yang Yingxu raising his face curiously, his eyes were watery, his mouth was slightly open, and there was an inexplicable pitiful look on his face, asking for mercy.

Lin Wenxi only felt that the deer she was carrying seemed to come alive and hit her chest with a wound that made her blood boil and her heart beat wildly.

She suspected that this omega was in heat, and he must be seducing her, otherwise why would she feel like she was high on pheromones, looking at his slightly open lips, with all she could think about in her mind.

After the Chinese New Year, Lin Wenxi has improved his diet and has been exercising regularly, so he has grown a little taller. He is now 1.72 meters tall. If the two of them are really compared, Yang Yingxu is actually a little taller.

But she had just finished hunting, and her muscles were still tense and not relaxed. She looked like a large carnivore ready to jump up and knock down her prey at any time and bite off its neck cleanly. She was full of fighting spirit and felt very oppressive.

Lin Wenxi originally had a rather heroic appearance, and he stared at Yang Yingxu with his eyes as sharp as torches. He felt as if he was being stared at by a large feline. He was trembling with fear, and his life was in danger. A chill ran up his spine and went straight to his forehead.

Lin Wenxi carried the sika deer and walked towards him step by step.

Her steps were steady, and each step made a crackling sound of trampling dry leaves, like the sound of a war drum, beating on his heart.


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