The golden cup is a little too dazzling. He Zheng carefully treasured it, just like treasure his former head.

He felt beautiful in his heart, and he saw that everything was beautiful, and the palace maids and eunuchs around him also became gods. When He Wen first got the brand, he came to look for He Zheng from time to time. Today, he came early and saw that he was sitting in front of the mirror being served and combed his hair. He leaned lazily to the side and said, "Wake up so late?"

He Zheng immediately stepped back, stood up with a reserved expression, and asked, "Do you think I'm different today?"

"Not the same, is your belly bigger again?"

He Zheng was not unhappy either. He smiled like a flower and said, "Don't you think that my face is very good?"

It's true, the white and tender face is rosy and full, and the whole person's spirit is dazzling, but He Wenchu's face is not happy: "What? That beast hurt you last night?"

He Zheng's cheeks were flushed, and he came over and said dissatisfiedly, "Don't say that to him."

He told Fang Tianzhuo's imitation of He Wenchu's good things to him, his expression was excited, and seeing that his brother was still indifferent, he patted him: "He is really good, you don't want to trouble him on purpose. , even with us, few people can do this, right?"

"Why, brother is not good to you?"

"You two can't be compared. You are my brother, and you have become accustomed to me for decades. He is the emperor."

"So you think he is better than your brother and your parents?" He Wenchu ​​looked at him and said, "It seems that my brother really loves you so much, you take it for granted that you have given too much. Give you a little benefit, and you won't know who you are by name."

Seeing that he was displeased, He Zheng quietly pulled away the stool to hide, and said softly, "Of course not, my brother is forever."

He Wenchu's expression softened slightly, and said, "Your brother will always be your brother, but your husband is not necessarily so."

"How did you talk..." He Zheng complained with a wrinkled face, and he gave him a cold look and encouraged: "It's so reasonable, I really should say a few more words."

He Wenchu ​​deeply felt that He Zheng was deceived by Fang Tianzhuo, he frowned for a moment, and said, "Mom gave me a menu yesterday, and let me cook you something delicious."

He Zheng's eyes lit up, "Really? What are you doing?"

He Wenchu ​​said: "Anyway, there are no crayfish, and the materials here are too scarce, except for your newly emerging aquaculture industry, and the seasonings are not as abundant as ours. You can eat what you want."

He Zheng nodded immediately and said, "Thank you, brother!"

"Where is the kitchen?"

He Zheng took him to the small kitchen of his Pize Hall to open a small stove, but when he went out, he met Fang Tianzhuo, who was facing the next court. He Wenchu ​​glanced at him, and his face suddenly became very ugly. He pulled Fang Tianzhuo and said, "Brother wants to cook a big meal for me. Your Majesty will change clothes first and come over to eat later."

He Wenchu ​​squinted his eyes: "Unless he comes to fight me, don't try to touch the dishes I make."

Another suffocating smell of gunpowder, He Zheng whispered: "Your Majesty, go and change your clothes first."

He Wenchu ​​grabbed He Zheng's wrist, Fang Tianzhuo raised his brows, put his backhand around He Zheng's waist, looked at each other, sword drawn and crossed, He Zheng looked left and right, and pushed Fang Tianzhuo cautiously: " Me, I'll take my brother to the kitchen first."

Fang Tianzhuo frowned. He wanted to get angry but couldn't. With a gloomy anger in his heart, he said solemnly, "Be careful of his body."

He Zheng grinned sweetly at his instructions to his brother, and stared at him without blinking, only to think that Mian's face was so handsome that he had no friends, and he quickly retracted the corners of his mouth when he felt a pull on his arm. , When he was pulled away by his brother, he couldn't help but look back frequently.

He Wen released him when he first went out, taking care of his heavy body, he didn't walk fast, but his face was gloomy and terrifying.

He Zheng followed him timidly, bowing his head secretly happy, He Wenchu ​​suddenly turned to look at him, He Zheng pursed his mouth quietly, but his eyes were still bright and compelling.

He Wenchu ​​looked at him silently for a while, and said, "You are so promising."

He Zheng bowed his head and smiled again. He Wenchu ​​was in a bad mood, but he couldn't blame his younger brother. He went into the small kitchen silently and started to work.

He Zheng is looking forward to this meal very much. He really hasn't eaten a meal cooked by his family for a long time, but he does not touch the spring water at home. Follow each other's buttocks in circles.

He Wen initially thought he was annoying: "Go out."

He Zheng then sat at the small stone table outside the kitchen, holding his cheeks and looking in, as if he had returned home in an instant. He was sitting on the sofa and playing games. Full of happiness.

When Fang Tianzhuo came over, he saw this scene. He Zheng was originally good-looking, and wherever he sits, it is a heart-warming landscape painting. Looking at He Wenchu ​​who is busy in the kitchen with his cheeks at the moment, he can see the faint nostalgia and satisfaction in his eyes. And yearning.

What is he longing for?

Fang Tianzhuo thought, is it the original day of the gods?

Those places he listened to in the clouds and fog, places that he could never touch in his life.

A sullen anger surged in his heart, his dark eyes turned to the storm, and he quietly looked at He Wenchu, his clenched fingers with a forbearance of killing intent.

Nanmenliang held his breath, feeling that he would rush into the kitchen in the next second and shoot He Wenchu ​​to death.

He Wenchu's hand cutting vegetables paused, then suddenly raised his eyes.

The suppressed airflow formed in the air, and the killing intent slowly overflowing from Fang Tianzhuo spread, and the people who helped were filled with haze, and their movements became more and more light.

"His Majesty!"

If Fang Tianzhuo's background is a dark forest, where ghosts dance wildly, then He Zheng's background is simply beautiful, with birds singing and flowers fragrant. The clear voice rushed in like the light of the sky, and the haze in the air was broken.

He Zheng pulled Fang Tianzhuo's hand and asked, "What's wrong with Your Majesty? Are you upset?"

Fang Tianzhuo said lightly, "No."

His thin white fingers clasped with him, his palms were soft, and he whispered, "Your Majesty is wearing a good-looking body today. If only I had a hundred eyes, I must use ninety-nine to see you. "

Fang Tianzhuo paused, his heart numb, and said in a low voice, "Where is the other one?"

"Leave one to watch the road under your feet, so that you can hold your majesty's hand and keep walking."

Fang Tianzhuo: "..."

He lowered his eyes to look at He Zheng, met those two bright eyes, and the residual anger in his eyes had also faded away, completely blending in with the bright background behind He Zheng.

Nanmen Liang stayed by Fang Tianzhuo's side, feeling the contrast in him the most, and subconsciously peeked at He Zheng.

This Queen He's little mouth is real and has to be obeyed.

With a soft sound of "duang", He Wenchu ​​slashed the knife on the table and shouted, "Dazheng, come and strike."

"Oh." He Zheng was unhappy for a second, then laughed again: "Then, Your Majesty, I'll go and help."

He Wenchu ​​said again: "You all go down."

The servant who was arranged to help was a little nervous. He Zheng looked around and said, "Let's step back."

He Wenchu ​​clapped his hands, met his younger brother Liuli's beautiful eyes, and ordered, "Cut vegetables."

He Zheng was stunned and wanted to refuse, but he was afraid of making his brother even more angry, so he could only walk over and pick up the knife. How could his hands be able to cut vegetables, and with a big belly, how clumsy and clumsy his movements were, his expressions There is some resentment.

Fang Tianzhuo frowned, and Nanmenliang immediately stepped forward to wash his hands: "Oh, it's better to be a slave, why would you be careful to hurt yourself?"

He Wenchu ​​reached out and blocked him: "Why are you here? What does our family's cooking have to do with you? Are you my brother or the father of the child in my brother's belly?"

As soon as these words came out, Fang Tianzhuo heard it no matter how stupid it was, and it was coming for him again.

The gentleman is far away from the kitchen, he thought, He Wen was probably a cook when he first became an immortal, so he could be so calm in the kitchen.

He Zheng had no choice but to say, "Well, I'll be fine. Nanmen, go and accompany His Majesty."

Nanmenliang turned around, Fang Tianzhuo stood outside with a blank face, and he accurately read from the other party's eyes, "Come out and try."

Nanmenliang turned around and said softly, "The servant is the servant of the father of the child in He Hou's belly, and he is also considered a family. This... Brother He, let the servant help."

He Wenchu ​​said indifferently: "The child's father doesn't show up, where will you be? You kissed him, or did the child's father kiss him?"

He Zheng stood aggrieved and touched his stomach, "Brother, don't make trouble, how can His Majesty enter this kind of place?"

Fang Tianzhuo thought to himself, what Zheng'er said was very true.

He Wen first said: "Then what do you do, and let outsiders do it for you? Do not do to others what you do not want to do to others. You have read the book into the stomach of a dog?"

Fang Tianzhuo: "..."

This simply means Sang scolding Huai. His forehead jumped with blue veins and he walked over. He Zheng was shocked and immediately took two steps to stop him: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, no, this is my kitchen, you can't fight."

He was pitiful, Fang Tianzhuo suppressed his anger, and muttered, "I don't fight."

"Then what are you doing?"

"..." Fang Tianzhuo rolled his Adam's apple and said with difficulty, "Zhen, help Zheng'er cut vegetables."

Nanmenliang took a breath, but He Wenchu's mouth curved, and said, "If that's the case, then let's rest baby, my little nephew Jin Gui, you have to be careful."

He Zheng stood outside the kitchen and looked inside. Fang Tianzhuo has suffered hardships, but it's not that he doesn't know how to cook. He just hates He Wenchu's arrogance, so although the division of labor in the kitchen is clear, from time to time there will be sudden tensions, and Fang Tianzhuo will break a few knives.

Nanmen Liang was caught in the middle, wrinkled bitterly and stuffed firewood at the bottom of the pot, doing the dirtiest and most tiring work quite conscientiously.

He Wenchu ​​suddenly spoke to Nanmenliang: "Nanmenmaiden, is it hot?"

Nanmenliang suspected that he could not speak clearly. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile, "It's not hot."

He Wenchu ​​asked Fang Tianzhuo again: "Where's my younger brother and sister? Are you hot?"

Fang Tianzhuo said coldly, "It's not hot."

"That's it." He Wenchu ​​walked out of the kitchen in two steps, sat at the stone table with He Zheng, who looked worried, and said, "I'm hot, so let's command here, you guys can work slowly."

Fang Tianzhuo didn't lift his eyelids, but He Zheng was suddenly fierce and kicked over: "You old slick!"

He Wenchu ​​looked over gloomily: "What did you say?"

"I said...Brother, you have eaten good food anyway. What do you two know?" He Zheng said softly, "How can you give it to them, how can you make your brother's taste?"

He Wen thought about it at first, and it made sense, so he had to say: "Okay, brother will satisfy you."

He walked into the kitchen and started to do things again: "I said, madam, you can't burn the fire, you can't control the fire better than your master, my food is very demanding on the fire, otherwise I won't be able to eat the authentic 'brother's taste' , will cry."

Nanmenliang's heart skipped a beat, and he didn't care about the nickname he gave him, "Then what brother He means..."

"Brother and sister, why don't you come."

Fang Tianzhuo looked at him blankly, He Wenchu ​​raised his eyebrows, as if he couldn't see the killing intent in his eyes: "What are you doing? My eldest baby and the little baby in his belly are waiting to eat."

Fang Tianzhuo stroked his knuckles with his thumb, endured and endured, and glanced at Nanmenliang, who slowly got up and gave up his seat.

"I'm wronged brother and sister."

He Wenchu was holding an iron spoon and condescending, while Fang Tianzhuo lowered his eyes and crushed a piece of firewood, obviously very angry.But he is really tolerant. He has been silent since he entered the kitchen. He Wenchu admires such a man. If it wasn't for his younger brother, he would be 120% willing to make friends with Fang Tianzhuo.

Just thinking of the experiences He Zheng told him tearfully, he felt extremely resentful.

When he observed Fang Tianzhuo, Fang Tianzhuo was also observing him.

When He Wen started cooking, he was in a hurry, his movements were smooth and orderly, the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar were quite clear, and the iron spoon operation was proficient and powerful.When everything was done, Fang Tianzhuo put out the firewood, took off his arm, and walked out of the kitchen. His handsome face was stained with green ashes, and he looked sternly at the dishes on the stone table.

He thought, He Wen was really a cook in the fairyland at the beginning.