The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 467:

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"Come on." Feng Zhiwei couldn't help but smile again, "Don't put too much pressure on yourself, how can a grown man who doesn't touch the sun with his hands make a wisteria cake? This thing seems simple, It’s not that easy to cook. I’m afraid I won’t be able to eat it until tomorrow morning.”

"Why do you talk so much?" Ning Yi didn't argue with her and sat her down at the table, "Just watch."

Feng Zhiwei sat at the table in a funny way, watching the noble Chef Ning standing in front of the chopping board, kneading the dough in a decent manner. She felt that his kneading posture looked wrong, and she was worried that she would end up eating it. A ball of dead dough, he stood up and said, "Let me do it. I'll see if you're not used to doing this."

"I'm used to whatever I do for you." Ning Yi refused and slapped the dough on the chopping board in a serious manner. Feng Zhiwei had no choice but to let him do what he did, seeing that although his skills were unfamiliar, his steps were good. He kneaded the dough, added radish lard, and rolled out the cakes. The more he did it, the more skillful he became. The dough pieces were big and small at first, but gradually they became very even. He was indeed a very smart man, and he was very beautiful in everything he did. In the end, the dough pieces were continuous. They kept flying out, each one was the same size, and fell one after another on the chopping board like snowflakes. His long and busy fingers undulated and swayed in a beautiful rhythm, like a stunning dance.

Obviously, Ning Yi must have asked how to make the wisteria cake beforehand. In the impression, my mother did the same way back then.

Feng Zhiwei sat at the table, holding her head up, watching Ning Yi's back busy in front of the chopping board. The water in the pot gurgled. Ning Yi picked up the lid, and a large cloud of white water vapor rushed over. When it came out, it intertwined with the faint light of the oil lamp, creating a light yellow like moonlight, covering Ning Yi's figure and Feng Zhiwei's eyes half-hidden behind his fingers.

Her eyes gradually showed something like water vapor, swaying slightly... The white water vapor moved uncertainly, like a layer of thick clouds that separated the sky and the world. The figure revealed in the thick clouds was straight and slender. , her shoulders were as thin as a knife. She faced the heat and opened the lid of the pot, looked at the water, and ordered without looking back: "Wei'er, the water is boiling, put the steamer up."

"Um...Mom." Feng Zhi murmured in a daze among the floating clouds.

"What are you talking about?" On the other side of the vapor, a voice from reality came through, instantly shattering her illusion.

Ning Yi was half-hidden in the white steam, looking back a little doubtfully.

Feng Zhiwei blinked his eyes, and for a moment his misty eyes flashed with water, and then he smiled and said, "I said, it smells good."

"What does it smell like?" Ning Yi turned around and looked at her funny, "The water has just boiled and the cake has just steamed, and you tell me it smells good?"

Feng Zhiwei leaned back in the chair, crossed her arms and looked at him with a smile, saying nothing.

The gentle look in her eyes made Ning Yi feel soft in his heart. He only felt that there seemed to be something gentle and warm in his cold inside, and his limbs spread out softly, wherever they went. Spring buds are blooming.

He stared at her autumn eyes, couldn't help lowering his head, gently leaned against her forehead, and said: "Zhiwei, you smell good too..."

Feng Zhi smiled slightly and reached out to push him. Ning Yi held the back of her chair with both hands and refused to let him go. He closed his eyes and let his lips move around her forehead. His voice gradually became breathless, "Let me do the same. Eat you..."

Feng Zhiwei said "ah" and quickly leaned back, but Ning Yi had already let go of her, stretched out his hand to hold the back of her chair tightly to prevent her from falling over because she leaned back too hard, and said with a smile : "What are you afraid of? Afraid that I'm here...um...ah yo."

Feng Zhiwei kicked him.

"You are truly the most ruthless woman." Ning Yi wiped off the big footprints on his robe and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm not so impatient, so what does this mean?"

He turned to look at the steamer, and suddenly turned around halfway, leaning on the chopping board, and said seriously: "Zhiwei, even if you know that some things are delusions in your heart, or you may laugh at them, but I still want to tell you, I What I really hope for is that the matchmaker is getting married and we are committed to being together for the rest of our lives. I have 10,000 ways to get you, but I would rather use the 10,001th way to get your heart."

Feng Zhi was slightly shaken, lowered his head and said nothing, and did not ask what the ten thousand and one methods were.

Ning Yi didn't expect her to answer, so he said this calmly, then turned around to see how hot the steamer was.

The kitchen fell silent. Feng Zhiwei covered her face with her hands and turned her face to the oil lamp, meditating. Her face was calm, but there was something in her eyes that was constantly surging, like the waves that kept crashing on the polar coast. , rushing one after another endlessly, stubbornly struggling in the advancement and retreat.

Ning Yi's back was turned to her, her expression could not be seen in the mist, and he had no intention of looking at it. He already knew that Feng Zhiwei was the most obscure woman in the world.

Let her live like that in a fog, because once she fully opens herself up, she will be uneasy and frightened.

This is his fulfillment for her.

He is willing to accompany her to be a man and woman who move forward behind closed doors in the mist of the mortal world, guiding the direction with their heart. He believes that as long as he keeps reaching out, one day he will touch her fingertips.

With the sound of water vapor gurgling, he opened the pot, explored it, and said with a smile: "It's ready."

Immediately turned around and told her to stand up, "Don't move, my Lord Wei, let me serve you to the end today."

Feng Zhiwei couldn't help but laugh, shook her head, took the initiative to place two sets of bowls and chopsticks, and said with a smile: "Yes, Wei Chen will sacrifice his life to accompany His Highness today."

"Here you go." Ning Yi rolled up his sleeves and took out the steamer basket from the steamer. He quickly brought it up and put it down, blowing his fingers.

"You don't even know how to use a rag?" Feng Zhiwei was about to pick it up, but he had already brought it over eagerly. Looking at his hot red fingers, she couldn't help frowning and complaining softly, and then said: "Put some soap locust on it. , or bubble in the water."

"I think you'll get better faster if you blow it." Ning Yi stretched out his fingers in front of her, raised an eyebrow, and looked at her with a smile.

This person will always take advantage of the opportunity... Feng Zhiwei had the intention to prevent him from succeeding, but seeing that the finger was really red and shiny, she couldn't bear it, so she had to go up and blow it gently.

As soon as she came closer, Ning Yi raised his finger and wiped it on her lips. Feng Zhiwei felt a burning sensation passing over her lips. She stepped back in surprise, her face already blushing slightly.