My wife, the eldest princess of the demon clan, I recite poems and become a sword god

Chapter 5: There’s nothing that can’t be solved by a meal of stew in an iron pot
Wow - wow -

Several crows flapped their wings and flew over the heads of the two people who were looking at each other.

Leaving an awkward string of ellipses in the air.

Li Cheng heard the hoarse crow of the crow and thought it was too ominous.

At the same time, he also secretly blamed himself for his lack of determination.

If he had promised the other party directly before, maybe he would be lying on the bed in the back room and resting now.

Under the moon, Xiang Yi was silent for a long time, then slowly raised his pretty face, looked at Li Cheng and asked:
"Are you serious?"

Li Cheng wanted to liven up the atmosphere and replied with a joke like "One glance will tell the truth."

But when the words came to his lips, he found that he could not say them out.

Because he could read some stubborn seriousness in the other person's eyes.

Although Xiang Yi's expression was still cold, as silent as well water.

But her slightly raised nose still showed that her heart was far from as calm as on the surface.

Somehow, Li Cheng nodded his head and replied concisely:

"Yes."

Hearing this, Xiang Yi suddenly loosened his grip on the scabbard.

Then she bowed her head silently, looking at the toes that were not easy to see, and said in a low voice:
"You agreed on your own, I didn't force you."

Li Cheng was about to say something, but saw the other party turned around.

next moment,
Xiang Yi closed the firewood door behind him with his backhand, decisively used the lady's sword as a door latch, and stuffed it into the hole.

Inexplicably, it gives people a feeling of being beaten behind closed doors.

When Li Cheng saw this, he took a step back completely subconsciously.

But he was stunned again.

What do you have to be afraid of?

The girl in front of him dressed in black is named Xiang Yi, and she is not Sister Pomegranate.

Even if the other party is poisoned by poisons such as Hehuan Powder, there is an urgent need to treat him as an antidote.

Out of the desire to help others, Li Cheng would also agree to sacrifice himself.

After all, helping others and being happy is not in conflict.

This is the most reasonable explanation Li Cheng could think of for why Xiang Yi insists on getting married to him.

After closing the courtyard door, Xiang Yi walked lightly to Li Cheng and whispered, "Follow me."

Li Cheng walked behind the other party silently, but felt a little nervous inside.

The two of them came to a house on the west side of the courtyard, one after the other.

crunch.

Xiang Yi pushed open the two wooden doors and stepped into the room.

After passing through the red carp playing in the water screen behind the door and walking to the round table, the girl casually lit the candlestick on the table.

Li Cheng stood next to the other party, looking at the scene in the room with the help of weak candlelight.

The furnishings inside the house are very simple.

There was only a wooden bed with curtains, a round pine table, and two round wooden stools.

Although there was no decent furniture in the room, it was clean and tidy.

In addition, it is not difficult to judge from the style of bedding on the bed that this should be a boudoir in a daughter's house.

"Stay here, tell me what you need."

With a word of explanation, Xiang Yi planned to turn around and leave.

He didn't even bother to sit down and take a sip of water.

Seeing that the other party had walked to the edge of the screen, Li Cheng suddenly realized that he had gone astray.

However, he followed him generously and reached out to pat the opponent on the shoulder.

Xiang Yi was unprepared and easily succeeded by Li Cheng.

Even through a layer of fabric, Li Cheng could clearly feel what it meant to have a slippery shoulder.

But the next moment, the other party's eyebrows were raised slightly, and his eyes were slightly dark.

She instantly turned her palm into a sword, her true energy surged, and she subconsciously wanted to strike with her backhand.

Fortunately, when the knife was still three inches away from Li Cheng's neck, she controlled and stopped in time.

"What are you doing?" Xiang Yi asked in a cold tone.

"Let me call you," Li Cheng explained calmly:

"Between husband and wife, this little contact is normal."

Xiang Yi:……

Getting into character so quickly?

She looked at Li Cheng with implicit suspicion, but found that he was calm and composed, almost with the word magnanimity written on his face.

Xiang Yi put down his hand reluctantly, thought for a while, and asked helplessly:

"What do you want me to do?"

"That," Li Cheng hesitated for a moment, then said truthfully:

"I'm a little hungry. Do you have anything to eat here?"

In fact, he still has reservations.

Due to the consumption of vitality and energy, he was so hungry that he felt like he could eat a cow.

Xiang Yi was stunned for a moment when he heard this.

Obviously, she didn't expect Li Cheng to ask about this.

She pursed her lips for a moment, as if she didn't know how to answer.

Seeing the other party's expression, Li Cheng quickly added:

"It doesn't matter if you don't have one.

I can make a fire and cook for myself, as long as I have something to eat. "

Speaking of this, Xiang Yi couldn't refuse, so he had to agree:

"Follow me to the kitchen and have a look,"

She paused, as if trying to remember, and then said uncertainly:

"There should be something edible."

……

……

The two rooms diagonally opposite to the west wing are the kitchen and woodshed.

The dim candlelight reflected on the wooden window of the kitchen.

Li Cheng and Xiang Yi stood side by side in front of the stove, each holding a candle, and both were silent for a while.

Their eyes were focused on a plate of steamed buns with a dark green surface in front of them.

Li Cheng stretched out his hand, picked up the top bun, and weighed it casually.

Ok……

The hardness is comparable to that of pebbles, making it perfect for use as a hidden weapon for sneak attacks.

Li Cheng silently put the heavy bun back into its place.

Immediately afterwards, he turned his head with scorching eyes, and looked at Xiang Yi beside him:

"Miss Xiang, this is what you said you could eat, right?"

"Well, this is left over from last time."

Xiang Yi blinked his long eyelashes, pretending to be calm, and responded without blushing or heartbeat.

The main thing is sincerity.

Li Cheng:......

It was really the last time we had dinner, or the last time, right?
Hearing this, Li Cheng really got under the covers as an old lady and made him laugh.

Seeing that Li Cheng's expression seemed to be smiling but not smiling, Xiang Yi secretly held the corner of his clothes with his left hand, feeling a little embarrassed.

She held the candle and rummaged around in the kitchen, trying to find something edible.

However, when she saw the empty rice vat, she gave up.

"I...can't cook." Xiang Yi explained aloud, and then said to Li Cheng:
"You go to town to eat."

"But," Li Cheng looked at the night outside and said bluntly:
"At this time, there should be no food sold in the town."

In most places during the Jin Dynasty, the custom of working at sunrise and resting at sundown was maintained.

Only in certain prosperous places can there be rich nightlife.

Unfortunately, Qingquan Town is not included in this list.

Li Cheng was silent for a moment and inadvertently glanced at a small jar tied with gray cloth placed next to the rice vat.

He pointed his finger curiously and asked casually: "What is that?"

Xiang Yi then looked down, then squatted down with his legs together, instantly showing an exaggerated S-curve.

As she untied the gray cloth, she recalled:
"What kind of sauce should be inside..."

Li Cheng silently approached and looked intently.

He was just curious about what kind of sauce was inside.

Could it be the Rikka sauce made from six kinds of flowers, which is popular in the capital recently?
When the small pottery jar was opened, a strong salty aroma suddenly filled the air.

Li Cheng sniffed it gently, then took out a wooden chopstick, dipped some in it and put it in his mouth to taste.

Yes, this is the taste of authentic soybean paste.

Thinking of when he came here before, he had seen several families growing onions and ginger in their fields...

Li Cheng thought briefly, then leaned over, smiled at Xiang Yi who was still squatting on the ground, and asked:

"Miss Xiang, do you want to eat stew in an iron pot?"

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