He walked towards the rabbit lamp that was thrown far and far away, and was blown away by the north wind, then leaned over, half kneeled in the snow, stretched out his hand without saying a word and held it again.

There was wind and snow all over the sky, and there was no one around, and there was only King Jin in the vast world.

Only this time,

He just put down a little disguise.

Mo Liyan held it, and he was careful not even noticed it, and wiped it like a treasure, as if he was treating some priceless and fragile product that was hard to find in a thousand gold.

I wiped it very carefully and seriously, and didn't even let go of a trace of it, as if I wanted to erase all the ice and snow as before.

But he couldn't wipe it off no matter how hard he moved. He was anxious and his fingertips trembled. Against the background of the snow, his knuckles turned white and blue.

The vast snow fell all over the sky, and King Jin was alone in the snow, wiping it constantly. The more he looked at the lantern, the more he became panicked.

I didn't have such an emotion just now, but the more I think about it, the more I wiped it, the more I silently tore a bloody mouth from the deep of my calm and cold heart, pouring cold wind into it, and my internal organs seemed to be covered with thin ice. With every heartbeat and breathing, the thin ice shattered inch, and the ice slag splashed out, piercing my heart and blood dripping.

Mo Liyan didn't understand why he was like this.

It was obviously just a lamp that was thrown away.

Why is he so helpless that he even lost his usual calmness, wisdom, sharpness and demeanor?

Very panicked,

Unspeakable panic.

It seems that what is thrown away is not a lantern, but other very important things.

It seems that what cannot be wiped off is not the ice and snow on the lantern, but the deep cracks that are deeply rooted in the bones.

It just lies across the heart, making it so blocked that it is difficult to breathe.

A heart seemed to be held tightly by an invisible hand, constantly clenched, and placed it in the palm of your hand to play. The heavy and suffocating pain was finally torn to pieces.

At the end,

Mo Liyan stood up silently holding the lamp. The wind and snow were getting heavier and heavier, falling down, which could flood people.

Instead of leaving, he stood outside the mansion with the lamp he made himself and waited overnight.

Didn't wait until the coloring was white.

The New Year gift he prepared solemnly for the first time was nothing but absurdity in the end.

But this lamp,

Mo Liyan took it back and did not throw it away.

It has probably become the only thing that exists in King Jin's mansion that is out of place.

After the first day of the New Year, it is the first day of the New Year, and the Lantern Festival is not far away.

Every family is decorated with lights and colorful fireworks.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier, never stopping, and the dead branches and leaves are swaying left and right by the strong wind, as if they will be lifted to the ground in the next second.

The entire Chujing City was completely covered with ice and snow.

"Actually that lamp... looks pretty good." Xie Jinshu said to Ran Bai.

"Is that true?" Ranbai's reaction seemed very normal, and even his tone was light: "It's quite boring."

Xie Jinshu smiled and knew that Ranbai didn't take it seriously, so he didn't speak anymore.

"Don't talk about this, can you do it?" Ranbai leaned against the side, frowned slightly, and urged in a cold voice in annoyance.

Xie Jinshu: "...Don't urge me, it's the first time I'm!"

"Can you?"

"Who said that I can't do it anymore? Look at it."

"Tsk."

The young man in white clothes was as dirty as snow, stood in the kitchen of the mansion, paused for almost half an hour, and did almost nothing.

Xie Jinshu only felt a headache. Mr. Xie, who has always been omnipotent, suddenly felt that there was something difficult in this world.

For example, cooking.

As for Ranbai, he felt that Xie Jinshu was idle and insisted on cooking by himself, but he ended up not knowing how to do anything.

Another half an hour passed,

Ranbai really couldn't stand it when he came to the kitchen to watch it again.

The girl in red had no expression on her face, walked in a few steps with a delicate face, staring at the various vegetables, fruits and meat placed there, but couldn't see anything.

So in order to avoid trouble, she reached out to grab a lot of things and threw them into the pot without saying a word. The action was called a straightforward, simple and rough, and the action was like flowing water, which was wonderful.

Xie Jinshu was stunned.

He paused strangely for a second or two: "Is this how you cook?"

Ranbai looked at him coldly, "Is there any problem?"

"I just don't feel very... not very delicate." Xie Jinshu pondered for a moment, then met the girl's deep peach blossom eyes, and chuckled, "But it's also a good idea."

He praised: "The princess is smart."

Then,

After a quarter of an hour,

Thick smoke came out of the kitchen, and white mist was filled with the air. The "sizzling" sound was sucking slightly, making it extremely choking.

The two of them ran out of the kitchen immediately.

It was so choking. Ranbai coughed several times, staring at the kitchen with a little cold look, and his vision seemed to be able to directly ejaculate a burst of peach blossoms and ice rain. Finally, he reached a conclusion: "It's definitely something wrong with this kitchen."

She doesn't feel anything wrong with her approach.

Obviously very correct.

Xie Jinshu found the handkerchief at the first time, sighed softly, frowned, and approached, wanting to wipe Ranbai's face, with a clear and gentle voice: "Yes, there is something wrong with the kitchen."

Ranbai staggered it, took the handkerchief, and said coldly: "No, I'll do it myself."

Xie Jinshu had a smile on his lips, but he just took a few steps back, without forcing him.

After Ranbai wiped her face, she still felt that her clothes were also stained. Her usual cleanliness obsession made her want to take a shower immediately and throw her clothes away.

Then before going back, Ranbai thought about it in a uncertain way, and finally said to Xie Jinshu: "The kitchen has been demolished and rebuilt."

Xie Jinshu: "..."

He nodded seriously, his eyebrows and eyes were clear and affectionate.

I just want to laugh.

sorry,

The host is really, and the cooking skills have not improved at all.

Feng Luo suddenly thought,

If these two people are together...

A host who is a murderer who is only cooking but is almost arrogant and never goes to the kitchen.

A noble young man who is generous and has no knowledge of cooking skills.

What if these two people get together when there is no one?!

When I think about Feng Luo, I want to laugh.

When Ranbai finished bathing and came out, it was already dark.

Just as a drop of ink penetrated quietly into the clear water, dyeing everything into darkness, and conspiracy was brewing silently in it, slowly weaving a net.

The night falls and is dark.

The snow is flying, exhausted, fluttering, falling, but the thoughts that flow inexplicably are submerged by the ice...

"Let's go." Xie Jinshu changed his clothes and stood outside, watching Ran Bai come out, "Go out to eat together."
Chapter completed!