Farmers have children to raise

Chapter 99 Playing the piano and eating! (2)
Rong Zheng fiddled with the strings, and glanced at her sideways, "A bunch of high-sounding nonsense, who came here not to prevent the plague? It seems that you are so dedicated, even if you are, but you don't think about it, you I am a doctor myself, if my diet is not adjusted, my body will collapse, you are exhausted, but the people in the world have not changed much because of you, and they will eat in half an hour."

Baochun glared at him, but couldn't find anything to refute. Everyone said that after half an hour, there would be food to eat, and there was no reason to question him.

Just as he was about to leave, he heard the sound of a zither flowing out from his slender, powerful, well-defined, extremely flexible, elegant hands and diffused into the air.

Baochun stopped involuntarily, the sound of the qin was really nice, I didn't expect him to have such a hand, the way he played the qin was quite elegant.

When the eagles heard the sound of the zither, they yelled in their hearts, wrong, wrong, this is Fengqiuhuang, master, you played it wrong, how did you make such a mistake, it doesn't fit the scene at all.

Baochun, who doesn't know much about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, naturally can't hear anything.

After playing a song, Rong Zheng raised his head and asked her, "How is it?"

"It sounds good." After finishing speaking, Bao Chun nodded again, "It sounds really good."

Rong Zheng's expression softened a lot, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

Bao Chunxin said, really good words, everyone loves to hear compliments, even bad embryos with uncertain weather can't be avoided.

She thought to herself, living in a courtyard, not seeing people up and down, and always being stiff, it's not her who suffers, she might as well improve her relationship now, and let's talk about how to go out in the future.

She squatted down, plucked the guqin in front of Rongzheng's knees, and said, "This reminds me of a piece of music, which fits the current mood very well."

Rong Zheng looked up at him, very surprised, he almost didn't write, what kind of tune would a person like you understand, "What tune?"

"Let me hum it to you," Baochun said.

Rong Zheng nodded.

Baochun moistened her throat and began to hum. To be honest, her voice and rhythm can only be considered average, and she is not ashamed to sing KTV.

The world of mortals is so ridiculous.

Infatuation is the most boring.

It's okay to be supercilious.

This life is over.

The heart is undisturbed.

I just want to change half my life.

Smile at people when you wake up.

Forget it all in the dream.

Sigh it gets dark too early.

The next life is unpredictable.

Love and hate written off.

I just want to be happy until I grow old.

No matter how cold the wind is, don't run away.

No matter how beautiful the flowers are, I don’t want them, just let me wander.

The higher the sky, the smaller the heart.

Don't ask how much cause and effect there is, just get drunk alone.

Cry today, laugh tomorrow.

Don't ask anyone to understand, be proud.

The song is singing and the dance is dancing.

The long night is long and unaware of dawn, looking for happiness.

Rong Zheng looked at her with deeper and deeper eyes, as if there were lights flickering. When she finished humming, she froze for a while, fiddled with the strings, and played the melody that Baochun hummed verbatim the next moment.

The eagles who listened were also fascinated, and lamented that the word was written so well.

The unrestrained artistic conception makes people yearn for it, as if flying over the top of the mountains and overlooking the peaks, with a broad mind.

The enlightenment after the emotional injury is even more sighing and distressing.

This lyrics is perfect for Baochun. After the emotional trauma, once I came to this unfamiliar place, just like the lyrics sang, the next life is unpredictable, love and hate can be written off, can't it just be written off, it doesn't matter if you want to.

Feeling in my heart, true infatuation is the most boring, even supercilious.

After sighing, she said emotionally, "Only this pair of wine is the song. I just want to be happy until I grow old and the hardest to touch. What kind of state of mind and cultivation is needed to see through everything without disturbing anything? It's half a lifetime of happiness..."

The sound of the piano stopped suddenly, and Rong Zheng was in a daze for a long time, staring into her eyes, a little displeased, stood up and said, "Don't play this song anymore, and don't hum it anymore."

Baochun withdrew from the mood just now, wiped his face, damn, there was liquid, quickly wiped it with his sleeve, "What's wrong? Isn't it good?"

But when she noticed that he was playing, she liked it very much. How could it change in a blink of an eye?Isn't this cloudy and cloudy too fast?
Even the eagles around were puzzled, that's right, this song, this word is so good, it sounds better than ever, how can the master say that?

Rong Zheng turned around suddenly and stared at her, "If you say it's not good, it's not good. Why are there so many?"

Who is this?
Baochun curled his lips, gave him a sideways look, turned around and opened the door and went out, whether to listen or not, damn it, it's really hard to serve.

The dishes on the table, in the eyes of Baochun, who had eaten steamed buns with pickled vegetables for more than half a month, were simply the best delicacies, and his saliva almost didn't flow out, but when he saw someone sitting opposite him, his appetite was at least Subtract 50.00%.

Then look at her own brat next to her as if there was no one around to eat and drink, and her breath got stuck in her throat. She can guarantee that this is not the first time that brat has eaten with Young Master Rong.

Baochun took a deep breath, put his chopsticks on the table, put his hands on his legs, looked at the white chicken on the table, moistened his throat and said, "Actually, if this chicken is made into chicken stewed with mushrooms, it will taste delicious. It will be more delicious..."

Both people at the dinner table looked up at her.

Baochun continued, "The mushrooms should be wild hazel mushrooms, the ones with thin stems and small umbrellas, which can bring out the freshness of the chicken..."

In the gap, she saw that the two of them had stopped their chopsticks and looked at her, and they seemed to have heard the swallowing sound of the bear.

"...Put in the oil, heat it up, then add the minced scallions, ginger, and garlic until fragrant, then add the chopped chicken pieces until the chicken is browned, then add wine and other seasonings, add water and simmer until the stew is almost the same, Put the mushrooms in and stew together... When the lid of the pot is lifted, the deliciousness of the chicken and the fragrance of the mushrooms will instantly hit the nostrils, refreshing and whet the appetite..."

(End of this chapter)