My Lord, my wife said she doesn't have time to talk to you.

"There's rice left for you in the pot." Fu Shiyan's voice came from the room. Huaying opened the lid of the pot upon hearing it, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Dongxue had just finished eating and was outside, carrying a bamboo basket and shouting, "Sister Huaying, are you okay? Let's go find some peppers."

Seeing Dongxue's eager and expectant expression, Huaying picked up the small bamboo basket again and said, "Here I come, here I come."

Fu Shiyan, who was writing in the room, glanced at the bag of dried chili peppers on the table and continued writing.

Outside the dense forest at the back of the mountain, a crow cried loudly and flew over the heads of the two girls walking on the road. Dongxue tightly grasped Huaying's arm and whispered, "Sister Huaying, there is no one at the back of the mountain. It is so quiet that it is a bit scary."

It was also the first time that Huaying heard the cry of crows. She felt frightened, but she still comforted Dongxue who was even more scared than her.

After explaining the characteristics of chili peppers to Dongxue again, the two of them searched carefully on the hillside, but after a long search they still found nothing.

Huaying looked up and saw that it was getting late, then turned to Dongxue in the distance and said, "Let's stop looking. Let's go back and ask Brother Maizi for his exact location another day."

"Sister Huaying, come and see if this is a chili pepper." Dongxue's cheerful voice came from a distance, holding a dry vine in her little hand.

Huaying walked closer and saw clearly what she was holding. Her eyes lit up and she said, "Dongxue is amazing. This is it. Now we have everything. I will let you have your own Liangpi noodles tomorrow."

There were a dozen pepper vines around where Dongxue was standing. There were some peppers hanging here and there on the withered yellow branches, and there were also some in the soil underground.

The two of them happily put all the peppers into a small bamboo basket, picked up some firewood, and then carried the bamboo basket back home.

"Sister Huaying, what is cold skin? Does it taste the same as the sticky rice dumplings you gave me last time?" Dongxue thought that since the sticky rice dumplings made by Sister Huaying were so delicious, cold skin must be sweeter and more delicious.

"I'll start kneading the dough when I get home, and I'll be the first one to make it for you to try tomorrow." Seeing that the sun had set, he urged Dongxue to hurry up.

"I'll go to your house to help as soon as I get up tomorrow." Dongxue's work in the fields has been finished, and she can play with Sister Huaying again. The smile on her face becomes brighter.

"Okay, I've been wanting to eat cold noodles for a long time, and hot pot is also very delicious." With chili peppers in the future, all these things can be achieved.

"What is hot pot?" Dongxue asked with doubt.

"Hotpot, it's a very popular food in our hometown, it's made with..." The sound of two people talking and laughing floated on the small path in the back mountain.

In the distance, a man in black was holding a portrait in his hand. He carefully examined the person in the painting, then raised his eyes to watch the back of the girl who was gradually moving away.

He suddenly rolled up the portrait and used his lightness skills to leave quickly.

It was already dark when they got home. Huaying started to knead the dough and wash it. Fu Shiyan came over and said, "Let's eat. I'll cook."

Fu Shiyan imitated her movements and started washing his face.

Huaying felt warm in her heart and said, "Thank you, I'll make it tomorrow so you can taste it second."

Fu Shiyan paused and asked, "Why not the first one?"

Huaying looked at him with amusement, curious about why the always aloof Fu Shiyan would ask such a question, "I promised Dongxue that I would be the first one, so what's the difference between tasting it first and second?"

"There is no difference. Why are so many people competing for the first place?" The white dough became smaller and smaller under his slender fingers.

Huaying thought he was weird, but couldn't tell what was wrong.

After dinner, Fu Shiyan washed the dishes, Huaying poured the water from washing noodles into a large basin and steamed the gluten...

After washing up and getting ready for bed, I saw Fu Shiyan still looking at the moon beside the flower tree, so I walked over and sat on a small stool on the side. "Fu Shiyan, has anything happened to you these two days?"

Huaying is a person who can sensitively perceive any slight change in the emotions of people around her, probably because she grew up in an orphanage.

"No." Fu Shiyan still looked at the moon, not even glancing at her.

No, could it be that boys in ancient times also felt depressed for a few days every month just like boys today?

Huaying nodded secretly, that must be the case.

The two of them looked at the moon, each thinking about their own things, and didn't say anything. Huaying turned around and went to the kitchen to take out a jar of wine. It was a jar of good wine that she asked the boss to select specially for stewing pork ribs to remove the fishy smell.

Holding the wine jar, she said to the handsome man under the moon, "Fu Shiyan, I have a jar of wine that can temporarily relieve your worries."

After saying that, she winked at him playfully.

Fu Shiyan turned around when he heard the voice and saw the girl standing at the kitchen entrance, holding a jar of wine and looking back at him with a smile in her eyes. Her pale blue dress, which was washed to a pale color, could not conceal her quiet, gentle, yet lively temperament.

Her hairstyle is still a pigtail, and there is a hint of displeasure on her brows.

Fu Shiyan's eyes were very deep, and he radiated starlight under the moonlight. Huaying realized that she was being infatuated with him again and immediately shook her head.

When she looked up again, Fu Shiyan had already come to her and took the jar of wine from her arms. Huaying also brought two bamboo cups.

The night deepened and the moon rose.

The earth was covered with gentle moonlight. The fragrance of flowers in the yard and the rustling sound of bamboo leaves in the wind added a hazy atmosphere to the two people in the yard.

Huaying was sipping an unknown wine, which was sweet and had a hint of bamboo fragrance. It was said that the wine brewed by the ancients was quite delicious.

She held the bamboo cup and tasted it carefully, hoping to figure out something. Unfortunately, for someone like her who knew little about wine, this was really a blind spot in her knowledge.

Why doesn't Fu Shiyan speak?

Why can he be so handsome?

Why did I come to this unknown era?

Why did Fu Shiyan copy books?

Why did the moon turn into Fu Shiyan's face?

Huaying shook her head, as if trying to shake out all the questions in her head.

Her cheeks gradually turned red, and her usually lively eyes now looked a little dazed.

"Fu Shiyan, why don't you speak? Do you hate me?"

Huaying asked the question in her mind.

Fu Shiyan had been keeping an eye on her, watching her fair cheeks turn red under the influence of the alcohol, her usually lively eyes becoming blurry and hazy, and her red lips stained with some alcohol, making her even more alluring.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Huaying leaned forward again and asked, "You've been acting weird these past two days. You didn't call me Huaying or touch my head. Why do you hate me? Tell me."

Fu Shiyan drank and looked into her eyes without saying a word. Huaying was a little angry. She stood up, walked to him, squatted between his legs, pouted her lips, and looked up into his eyes aggrievedly.

As I looked at him, I realized that Fu Shiyan's eyelashes were so thick and long. My God, there must be stars in his eyes.

Fu Shiyan raised her chin with his hand, and there was a hint of inquiry in his eyes, "Who are you and why are you here?"

"I'm Huaying. I was here when I woke up. Fu Shiyan, look good."

Huaying climbed up his neck and wanted to touch his face, but he was too tall, so she sat on Fu Shiyan's lap and finally touched the face she had wanted to touch for a long time.

Fu Shiyan looked at Huaying and let her hands wander back and forth on his face. Huaying's hand touched Fu Shiyan's thin lips, licked the corner of her mouth, leaned close to him and whispered, "I want to take advantage of you."

"As you wish." Fu Shiyan, who had been looking at her, lifted the back of her head, lowered his head and kissed her slightly pouting lips, and hugged her waist with his hands to hold her tighter.

Huaying opened her mouth to say something, but he sealed her lips forcefully...

This time the kiss was not as cautious and superficial as the previous two times. It was a dense and intense kiss that did not allow her to refuse.

Huaying felt so embarrassed by the entangled breaths of the two that she felt weak all over. Her consciousness became more and more confused by his hot and strong kiss, and she pushed him away with all her strength.

She wanted to say something, but before she opened her mouth, she saw Fu Shiyan's Adam's apple rolling, and he lowered his head again and kissed those two rosy little lips.

He kissed her more deeply, holding her waist with both hands, slowly savoring the sweetness that belonged to him. He looked up at Huaying's obedient appearance, and felt a softness in his heart. He kissed Huaying's lips like raindrops, asking for more bit by bit...

The moon hid in the clouds as if shy...the flowers in the courtyard bloomed quietly in the darkness.