She knew that she was sorry for Jiuli, but the time of crossing was not right! She had to wear it back

She followed the fragrance of food and soon saw the God Jiuli behind the waterside pavilion.

He is keeping watch over a row of pots and cooking slowly.

Ning Xuemo has a meal. It seems that God Jiuli hears the news and turns around: "wake up? Come and sit down. "

With a wave of his hand, there was another Jindun on his side.

Ning Xuemo goes over, sits down and looks at the row of pots.

There are frying pans, frying pans, stewing pans, and even barbecues

On the next table, there are several plates of blue and white porcelain. There are several kinds of fish on the plate.

Fried fish, fried fish, grilled fish, stewed fish

What's more, these fish are made with perfect color, fragrance and taste. Show the seriousness of being a fishman.

Shenjiuli was obviously in a good mood. His lips even gave a little smile. His eyes reflected the lake water not far away, and the light turned slightly.

The great God seldom shows his emotions, but it is even more difficult for people to know that he is in a good mood at first sight.

Ning Xuemo naturally knows why he is happy. He is inexplicable and sour in his heart!

He was so happy because of her coming back. If he knew that she would go back soon, would he be disappointed?

What's more, she doesn't know when to come again after this time

"The great God." She coughed and brewed her prologue.

"Hungry? What do you want to eat first. " Shen Jiuli turns out a pair of ivory chopsticks like white jade and hands them to her.

It's better to have a snow break.

Otherwise, let's not leave until we have finished the fish he made. We can't waste the fruits of his work

She took the chopsticks and looked at him. "Eat together?"

Shenjiuli is dealing with the last fish.

Look at his knife work on the fish. This seems to be a squirrel fish?

"You eat first, and I'll be with you later." He didn't look back. He kept busy.

Ning Xuemo looks at him. It's a household action. He does it like a running stream of water. It's not like cooking, it's like carving in his spare time

Her heart was sour, and she could not help but hold one of his arms and lean her head on his shoulder: "I am waiting for you."

"I thought you would say that you would cook this dish at last," said Shen Jiuli, who looked at her like a bird and a man

Ning Xuemo couldn't help laughing: "I can't cook If you are not afraid that I will spoil your fish, I will make this dish. "

"You are responsible for eating." God Jiuli speaks decisively.

He had eaten the meals she had cooked several times, at most he was barely able to eat. She is now in the recovery period. She can eat more and recover faster only if she makes better nutrition.

He is very happy that she can wait for him.

He waved his sleeves to the prepared dishes. Each plate was covered with a transparent cover, which not only kept the food warm, but also kept the freshness of the food.

"Big God, what have you been studying in your study these days?" Ning Xuemo has no words.

"Study the way to get you back." God Jiuli is not shy about his purpose at all.

"You know I am..." Ning Xuemo can't help talking.

But before the latter words could be said, God Jiuli put out a finger to block her lips: "don't say it!" He cut her off.

Ning snow Mo heart a jump, big god know she just say the truth from where to wear back?