C109 (1/2)

Feng Yi nimbly grabbed an empty bowl beside him and skipped out.

The flour slowly fell down from the air and a layer of white frost covered the brown soil.

Chu Yunge poured out the bone soup from the big pot. Before Feng Yi could come back, she had already stuffed noodles into the mouths of the people who fainted on the ground.

”My wife, I'm back.”

Chu Yunge flung the chopsticks in her hand forcefully, causing a piece of noodles on the chopstick to fly out, flying towards the two sides of the noodles in the air like a soft ribbon.

Feng Yi took two steps back. Seeing that he couldn't dodge anymore, he extended two of his fingers and pinched it.

The noodles stopped an inch away from his face because he had used too much strength with two of his fingers to break them in two and they fell to the ground with a ”pa da” sound.

”Xiao Ge, why are you doing this?”

Chu Yunge stood up, and in the end, poured a big bowl of water from Feng Yi's hands into the iron pot and rinsed it, ”It's not enough.”

Without saying a word, Feng Yi turned and brought in a bucket from the entrance.

”The next time you talk nonsense, the noodles won't fly past.” Chu Yunge threatened as she used the spatula for cooking to knock on the huge metal pot.

She grabbed two pieces of flour and placed them in a big bowl. She sprinkled some water on them and stirred them clockwise. Soon, the flour turned into small lumps, round and long.

Feng Yi sat at the only table in the small shop, leaning on his cheeks as he stared at Chu Yunge, his eyes filled with love.

Immediately, she felt like her hair was standing on end.

Chu Yunge turned around with the bowl in her hand, her grip on the flour becoming even stronger.

After the two big bowls of dough were done, Chu Yunge poured all of the flour into the bowls. The water in the wok had already boiled, and bubbles were blossoming on the surface of the wok.

After a while, the milky-white broth started to bubble again. Chu Yunge took out a big spoon and started to scoop out the broth in the wok.

Once the pearl soup was in his mouth, it was hot and tasteless. He was afraid that there was something in his seasoning, so he did not even put salt in it. There was no need to call it knobbly pearl soup anymore.

Feng Yi looked at the bowl of something that looked like paste in front of him, and scooped up a spoonful, refusing to speak further.

Chu Yunge raised his head, ”What do you want? ”Then forget it.”

With the spoon in her mouth, she grabbed the edge of the bowl with both hands and pulled it back.

”Eat, eat, eat. I saw Xiao Ge working so hard, I couldn't bear to eat it.” Feng Yi reached out his arm to encircle the bowl, and used his other hand to take a big gulp from the spoon in his mouth.

Chu Yunge took back her hand, and asked with raised eyebrows, ”How does it taste?”

Feng Yi closed his eyes, his long eyelashes casting shadows under the candlelight, it was dense like a small brush, that expression of his was extremely enjoyable, he covered his chest with both hands and opened his eyes, looking at her affectionately, ”It is filled with the scent of love.”

Chu Yunge held onto her chest, her head leaned on the table and retched, ”Shut up, let's eat.”

This tasteless thing, Chu Yunge had actually finished it. After all, from the morning to the Da Chu and then to the afternoon riding and running, it was already night and the grains had not been fully eaten. If she still wanted to rush over tomorrow, she must eat this food.

Chu Yunge had already eaten, so she did not dare to eat at the opposite side. She could only follow her to finish the bowl of Love Noodle Soup.

She turned the small round iron ball around on the table. As long as she kept it, it would be a disaster. She might as well be a dead weight. She picked it up and wanted to throw it into the big bowl of bone soup.

”Ai!” Feng Yi immediately put down his spoon, and blocked the steel ball in midair, ”Don't throw it!”

”Why did you keep it?” If they were to bump into a loose hair fuse, it would be a difficult time for them to find the right balance.

Feng Yi's thumb and forefinger pinched the small metal ball, and his eyes slightly curved upwards. His two sharp eyebrows playfully shaking, he turned around and took out a golden silk handkerchief from his backpack and started to untie the thread.

”Xiao Ge, you open it first, I will go find a good item.”

”Huh?” What the hell was this fellow up to!

Feng Yi got up and walked towards the mountain forest behind the small shop. He sat on the stool with the corners of his mouth slanted, acting like a retard as he untied the thread in circles, sparing the golden thread in his hand.

In half a moment, Feng Yi's figure appeared again. However, in his hand, there was something that resembled a banana leaf, and it was even holding onto something.

The moment Feng Yi got closer, Chu Yunge heard the big leaf squeak and the small claws scratching against its veins.

Mouse? She instantly understood, holding the small round ball in her hand and not knowing whether to laugh or cry. If the person knitting this gold-threaded handkerchief knew that it was used to tie up the rat, he would probably vomit blood.

One of Feng Yi's small round iron balls was tied with golden threads around the grey rat's stomach, while the other was used to press stone onto Chu Yunge's golden silk handkerchief.