The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 468:

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Ning Yi smiled but was very satisfied, "Well... the lip treatment really doesn't hurt anymore."

Feng Zhiwei ignored him. The best way to deal with the teasing was to pretend it didn't exist. She dragged the steamer over, took out the wisteria cakes, and placed three pieces on each plate.

Look at the cake, it is soft and reddish, with the fragrance of wisteria. It looks really similar to the wisteria cake from back then. Ning Yi, a noble man from Tianhuang who has never been in the kitchen, actually made it for the first time. Feng Zhiwei was ashamed of this achievement.

Staring at the cake for a long time, Feng Zhiwei didn’t move her chopsticks, with complicated eyes. However, a pair of chopsticks came over and gently helped her tear open the cake. The steaming fragrance of wisteria rushed out and instantly hit her face with heat. In the mist, it feels like it was back then.

"It's so beautifully done, are you stunned?" Ning Yi's deep laughter rang in his ears, "It's a pity that no matter how hard you look at it, you can't eat it with your eyes."

"This is the first delicacy made by His Highness himself." Feng Zhiwei picked it up slowly, "I think it is necessary to treasure it and hold it high."

"What you need to treasure is the chef himself." Ning Yi whispered, blowing on her earlobe, "As for the pancakes, there are many opportunities for a long time, waiting for me to make them for you."

Feng Zhiwei’s lips curved slightly, and without saying anything, she took a bite of the cake.

It is still fragrant and soft. Ning Yi is good at martial arts and kneads the dough powerfully. The dough is flexible and chewy. This alone is better than my mother's dough back then. It's just that I didn't add enough salt. It's a little heavier and affects the vines a bit. The fragrant taste of the cake.

She smiled and said: "It's delicious."

"Really?" Ning Yi also tasted it and exclaimed, "So this is wisteria cake? So this is the taste of something I made myself?"

"How is it?" Feng Zhi asked him with a smile.

"What do you think?" Ning Yi asked without answering.

This person has this kind of temperament. He is used to hiding and refuses to say anything properly. Feng Zhi sighed slightly and said softly: "The real taste is not in the mouth and tongue, but in the heart. Without intention, even the most precious delicacies are tasteless. With care, the cabbage steamed buns also have a sweet aftertaste."

Ning Yi smiled and said nothing, slowly finishing the cake.

The two of them ate the cake in silence in the warm and dense air of the room. What they ate was the taste and their mood.

For a while, Feng Zhiwei reached out and wiped Ning Yi's flour-stained eyebrows and cheeks with her sleeves, and said with a smile, "Look what's happened. At first glance, I thought you had gray eyebrows."

"I hope so." Ning Yi let her wipe it, leaning against the back of the chair with his eyes closed, not moving, and said in a leisurely tone, "This scene is not now, but many years later, when I have gray eyebrows, doing it for you. Then we eat together at the same table. You wipe my sweat and tell me, old man, you are tired of eating pancakes and want to eat dried bamboo shoots and roasted chicken tomorrow."

Feng Zhi smiled slightly, but stopped mid-smile.

Ning Yi opened his eyes and looked at her.

There was a moment of silence in the air.

For a while Feng Zhiwei said slowly: "Well..."

Ning Yi's eyes lit up.

"I'm tired of eating cakes...I want to sleep." Feng Zhiwei was not willing to follow his script.

Ning Yi sighed and said, "It's a little off. It's just that the latter part is wrong. The first three words, the most important ones, why are they missing?"

"What three words?" Feng Zhiwei looked at him blankly, "It's dark? Are you full? I'm tired? Are you tired?"

Smiling, Ning Yi was too lazy to argue with this bad woman, so he pulled her over and gently pressed her shoulder, "Zhiwei, remember that year, you told me to be a simple woman, worthy of The simplest man and the simplest life, a small house, a few acres of fertile land, and a suitable simple person who stands up for you when you are humiliated and cuts people off with a knife when you are betrayed. When you are disappointed, I will share the fire with you and slowly coax you, when you are hurt and cry, I will scold you impatiently, and then I will hold you and let you cry... Maybe I am not simple enough, maybe I don't know **** people with a knife, But you see, I will protect you from the wind and rain. I won’t kill people, I will kill them. I like to share a fire with you. I can coax you all night long if you want. I’m afraid you might think I’m noisy and you’ll get hurt. When I cry, I think you won't let me see you, but if I really see it, I will never scold you impatiently. I will let anyone who makes you cry die, and then let that person cry happily before he dies... Zhiwei , I don’t meet your conditions, and I can’t do what you ask for, but don’t you think that this kind of me might be more suitable for that kind of you?”

The long words were spoken in a leisurely tone, like the midnight wind swirling in the ears. Feng Zhiwei, who was facing Ning Yi sideways, felt her shoulders tremble in silence.

Her thin shoulders were trembling slightly, and she was shivering like a butterfly's wings. This rare and delicate posture, in people's eyes, would give rise to a slight chill in the light pity.

Ning Yi's fingers did not move away, resting on the tip of the butterfly's wings in a gentle but gentle manner.

No matter how strong a woman is, there will be an unshakable fragility and tenderness deep in her heart. At this moment, he seemed to hear the thin and long sigh from the bottom of her heart.

He laughed softly.

Everything that needs to be said has been said, she can see what Zhen Zhen has shown, and he is willing to give her time.

"It's getting late." He brushed her slightly messy hair, "I have to get up early tomorrow morning to go on a long journey and rest early."

There is something deep in my heart that I cannot say out loud. Only when no one is around can I raise a toast.

Feng Zhiwei turned around slowly and smiled, "The affairs of supervising the construction of the palace are complicated. You have other errands. It must be very hard. Please pay attention to your health."

Ning Yi said "hmm" and said: "Although the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Civil Affairs are the seventh in charge, I will find a way to send a group of Qingming students who are about to be awarded officers as far as possible to the front line of Longbei and South Fujian. , it will be more convenient for you then. In addition, the Northern Xinjiang side has just won a victory. Tiansheng was victorious in the latest battle. Jin Siyu's soldiers retreated hundreds of miles and gave up the Tiansheng territory that they originally occupied. It is said that something went wrong in the Dayue Palace. Maybe There is a change in the throne. Jin Siyu has no intention of fighting and seems to be preparing to lead his troops back to the capital to seize the throne. For this great victory, Chunyu Meng, Yao Yangyu and others will return to the capital to express their gratitude. I will ask them to help you then."

"Chun Yu Xiaoyao has made meritorious service?" Feng Zhiwei raised his eyebrows and smiled, "No need, the mountains and rivers in southern Fujian are poor, and there is no money to be an official there. For my short mission, let them stay there for at least a few years. ? They have to stay there after I leave. This is too unkind."