My husband is a traitor

Chapter 237 New Year's Eve, Touched

The night falls and the lights come on.

In the always cold and quiet Prime Minister's Mansion, festive red lanterns were hung high, setting off the cold and unpopular Prime Minister's Mansion in the past, it was extremely festive and lively at this time.

The liveliest thing was the snow field outside Rong Jue and Jiang Linlang's main house at this time——

There was a stone table with a jug of wine, two wine glasses, some side dishes, and some fish and meat dishes that the chefs in the house were good at. In the center was Jiang Linlang's unique hot pot.

The steam was steaming, and the faces of the two people sitting opposite each other were stained with hazy beauty.

Holding long bamboo chopsticks in her hand, Jiang Linlang put the sliced ​​beef and mutton into the pot, rinsed them, and after a few seconds, immediately picked them up and put them on the seasoning plate in front of Rong Jue.

"Okay, let's eat!" She grinned, then put down the vegetables, and cooked the meat for herself. The mixture of vinegar, soy sauce, and chili oil in the bowl smelled very craving.

Rong Jue doesn't like the smell of vinegar. Although Jiang Linlang has been slandering that this guy is the king of vinegar, in fact, he doesn't eat much vinegar.

He slowly rolled up his dark red sleeves, and elegantly and quietly began to enjoy his share of hot-boiled beef and mutton.

He just saw Jiang Linlang squinting his eyes and enjoying the meal. He pursed his lower lip and looked at the monotonous seasoning with only a little chili oil in his plate. Then he looked at her bowl with a deep color, but it smelled excellent seasoning...

After a few times of hesitation, he decisively picked up the undestroyed beef from his plate and put it in her bowl.

"Thank you!" Jiang Linlang couldn't help smiling brightly at him when she saw the extra beef in the bowl, feeling in her heart that the big brother finally knows how to love his wife... Just when he was about to pick it up and eat it, he saw the expressionless face on the other side Someone gave her a weird look.

Then... the chopsticks that did not leave picked up the beef contaminated by the seasoning in her bowl again, silently stuffed it into her mouth, and began to chew with her usual expression.

Jiang Linlang: "..." Dare to steal my seasoning instead of serving me food!

The corner of her mouth twitched violently, and Jiang Linlang felt that she had been hit by an arrow in the knee.

What to do? Suddenly angry.

"Didn't someone say that you don't eat jealousy and soy sauce!" Jiang Linlang, who was imperceptibly self-indulgent and misunderstood, poked the shredded ginger in her bowl with chopsticks, narrowed the corners of her eyes, and said with a bit of playfulness and a bit of yin and yang. road.

Rong Jue lightly raised his eyelids, glanced at her, then picked up the vegetables in the pot and put them in her bowl.

This time, before the corners of Jiang Linlang's mouth twitched, he saw him repeat the previous scene again, just borrowing her seasoning ==
Jiang Linlang choked for a moment, angrily picked up the wine glass at the side, raised her neck, and took a gulp of the good pear blossom.

Seeing Jiang Linlang sipping his wine aggrievedly, and Rong Jue who bowed his head but the corner of his eyes flickered, he silently raised the corner of his mouth, smiling for a moment, full of evil humor.

While eating, Jiang Linlang looked at the beggar chicken in the fire next to it, which was wrapped in lotus leaves and wrapped in thick mud.

Guessing that it was almost time, she left the seat, squatted down, got up, took the tongs, and pinched the beggar chicken out.

The mud had already been burnt hard, so she tapped the mud on the surface with tongs, and when the mud shattered little by little, revealing the steaming lotus leaves, she took the wet towel on the table and wrapped it around her hands. two floors.

Then he grabbed the beggar chicken and put it on an empty plate on the table.

Putting down the wet towel, she blew on her fingers that were still slightly burned by the heat, and holding the chopsticks, she carefully picked apart the lotus leaves bit by bit.Exposing the inside to look at the extraordinarily delicious whole chicken.

During the whole process, she did not say how pleasing to the eye, but the series of movements were so smooth, skillful and meticulous.Rong Jue watched the whole process intently, and couldn't help showing some admiration in his eyes.

At the same time, he looked at Jiang Linlang, who was dressed in brocade clothes, but was doing the affairs of ordinary people and the children of the world. He actually found that she was so charming when she cooked a meal for him, her eyebrows were seriously lowered, and she was attentive and attentive.

There is no sense of incongruity at all.She has no complaints or unwillingness, doing these things seems to be commonplace and little things she likes very much.

Every time at this time, he felt that this woman, open-minded and chic, free and agile, was an unfettered bird and did not belong to any cage.

"Try it!" Jiang Linlang, who had been tossing about her "big dish", picked up a piece of chicken and put it in Rong Jue's bowl, looking at him with shining eyes, with bright anticipation in her eyes.

The smile infected Rong Jue, he moved slightly slower, picked up the chopsticks, picked up the piece of chicken, put it in his mouth, and chewed slowly and gently, with an indescribable... treasure and solemn expression on his face.

As if, some kind of pious ceremony.

Jiang Linlang stared unblinkingly at Rong Jue, who was eating food slowly like an elegant aristocrat, slowly holding his cheeks with his hands, looking like a nympho.

There was a look of anticipation and excitement on his face, and his shadow was reflected in his eyes.

"Well, it's delicious." It's delicious.

It was the warmest thing he had ever eaten.

Rong Jue swallowed the food, put down his chopsticks, raised his head slowly, and met his gaze, a deep color flashed in his eyes, gradually, a genuine smile appeared on his face, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Very light, very light, but I can hear a satisfactory answer.

This is the second time he has eaten such roast chicken. The first time...was a long, long time ago. At that time, he was still young, his mother was still there, and there was no food in the wilderness.Mother went to steal a chicken, took him to hide in the woods, roasted it roughly with fire without any seasoning...

But at that time, their mother and son, who were hungry, ate up the roast chicken, which was not delicious.

The second time, it was the woman who appeared most unexpectedly in his life, begging Huaji meticulously and sincerely.

This is the best food he has ever eaten, food that can be eaten at a temperature.

When Jiang Linlang heard this, a big smile appeared on her face.Satisfied and relieved, he breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes were bright and full of stars, and he blinked slightly, "Then, eat more!"

As he spoke, he kept feeding him vegetables.

Have fun.

Every cook is most proud of the food he makes that is loved by the tasters; every woman is happiest when the person who washes her hands and makes soup for her responds with satisfaction.

He is such a picky person who pursues perfection, and he is not stingy in his evaluation. There is nothing like this, which makes her feel happy and satisfied.

"Cheers!" The two toasted to each other, and Jiang Linlang smiled, "Happy New Year, Rong Jue!"

As soon as the voice fell, the sky just happened to be. At this time, colorful fireworks were in full bloom, lighting up the entire night sky brilliantly.

Raising his head, looking at the dazzling fireworks, and then lowering his eyes, Rong Jue stared deeply into Jiang Linlang's shining eyes, feeling that at this moment, something hit his heart deeply.

It's numb and sweet.

"Happy New Year."

Hearing himself say this, he replied softly and tenderly.

The sound of fireworks exploding all over the sky covered up his words, but they couldn't cover up the knowing smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)