The girl imprisoned in the iron cage: lazy little beast concubine

The subtext is that she can finally go back, right?

It turns out that she still never forgets to go back——

Di Shiyin's heart was a little shy, and he slowly set the table and chopsticks for her, touched her bun head, and shattered her fantasy with one sentence: "It's still early."

still early?Feng Qingyu raised her eyebrows: "I think you've almost recovered."

Di Shiyin peeled another prawn for her casually: "The injury is almost healed. But it will take a long time to recover the original skill..." [

"Why?" Shouldn't the skill recover after the injury is healed?

Di Shiyin took a look at her, and said, "Eat well first, and I'll tell you when you're full." His tone was doting, like coaxing a baby.

Feng Qingyu: "..." She pursed her lips, she has been a lolita for a long time, and she really has a stomachache.

Forget it, eat!It's not too late to ask him after he's full.

The dishes on the table were full of color, fragrance, and flavor. Feng Qingyu stopped suddenly after taking a few mouthfuls, and subconsciously swept the dishes on the table: ants climbing trees, sweet and sour fish, skewers, Kung Pao chicken...

These dishes should not be available in this day and age!

She suddenly raised her head and stared at Di Shiyin: "This—these dishes..."

These dishes were originally He Xiangwan's specialty, and they were what he prepared for her on the last night of Modern Times——

How could Di Shiyin do these things?And the dishes are exactly the same as the dishes that night, which is too weird!

"What's wrong with these dishes?" Di Shiyin raised his eyebrows, looking at her with a half-smile.

Feng Qingyu took a breath: "You made these dishes?"

"Of course, why doesn't it suit your taste?" Di Shiyin picked up a shrimp ball for her.

"Did it...someone taught you?" Feng Qingyu didn't give up.

Di Shiyin smiled without saying a word, raised his hand, and there was another row of small red candles on the table, and the wine in the glass swayed slightly as reflected by the flickering candlelight.

candlelight dinner?

Feng Qingyu's heart trembled slightly, this scene seemed familiar...

She forced a smile: "What day is it today, you are so romantic?"

"What do you guess?" Di Shiyin leaned very close to her, his deep eyes were as intoxicating as wine under the candlelight.

A gleam flashed in Feng Qingyu's eyes, and she shook her head: "I can't guess." [

Di Shiyin sighed softly: "You idiot, today is our [-]-day anniversary together, shouldn't we celebrate it?"

"Crack!" The wine glass in Luo Qingyu's hand rolled to the ground.

Di Shiyin smiled slightly, and conjured a bunch of flowers out of nowhere: "Baby, I'll give it to you."

Feng Qingyu's pupils shrank suddenly, Peony!The bright red peony is rich and warm like a fire.

"Why - send this?" Feng Qingyu's voice trembled slightly as if everything had reappeared in the past.

"Baby, peony is the king of flowers, don't you think it suits you?"

He leaned over and approached her: "Why, don't you like it?" His tone was very light, as if a spring breeze was blowing on his face.

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