Yu Wu

"sit down."

There was no one else in the main hall, so Mo Xi spoke lightly.

Gu Mang was not polite, he pulled another chair and sat down, and lifted the lid of the bowl with his hands.

Eight dishes, namely sea cucumber with scallions, fried yellow croaker with scallions, grilled deer steak with scallions, fried beef with scallions, tofu with scallions, egg soup with chopped scallions, and pancakes with scallions—it seems that they are completely in harmony with scallions, and the only dish does not have this faint green color The dish on the table is a roast goose on the charcoal fire.

After swinging the ax for a whole day, Gu Mang was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back. He ignored Mo Xi's reaction and started eating with his hands as soon as he sat down.

He ignored the jade chopsticks and plates on the table, first grabbed a yellow croaker and took a big bite, but after chewing twice, he vomited the yellow croaker.

"It's unpalatable." Gu Mang said.

Mo Xi remained calm, folded his hands, sat at the other end of the table and looked at him elegantly: "Try another one."

Gu Mang changed another dish, grabbed a piece of roasted venison with green onions and gnawed it in his mouth, gnawed and vomited it out again: "..."

"It's also unpalatable?"

"Ah."

"Then you change it."

Gu Mang hesitated this time, he looked at the table of dishes several times, and then stretched out his hand, and carefully pulled out a scallion pancake from the bamboo basket.

He didn't eat it directly like the first two times, but held the pancake in his hand and smelled it, wrinkled his nose, smelled it unwillingly, and finally stretched out the tip of his tongue like a flower stamen to lick it.

Mo Xi looked at the way the tip of his tongue was licking, and somehow thought of something, his brown pupils moved slightly, and a trace of gloom appeared on that serious face, he turned his face away.

"I don't like this green one." After several attempts, Gu Mang said with a bluish face, "I can't eat it."

It's too normal, Mo Xi thought, it's no wonder you like it.

There may be many people in this world who have invited the former Gu Shuai to dinner, but few people know Gu Shuai's taboos. Gu Mang has received the strictest discipline from the Murong family since he was a child, and he is very kind by nature, so He always smiled and thanked others for their kindness, and would never point out which dishes on the banquet he didn't like.

Even Murong Lian, who raised him for so long, didn't know about his nausea when he tasted green onions, but Mo Xi knew it.

"What's the name of this green vegetable?"

Mo Xi said indifferently, "Onion."

Gu Mang pursed his lips: "Then I don't like onions."

Mo Xi didn't answer, raised his fingertips, and used a little magic to stir up the fire in the charcoal basin.The whole goose in the pot is filled with berries, strung with twigs, and roasted slowly by the fire from the fruit wood.At this time, the goose meat was roasted golden and crispy, Mo Xi sprinkled some salt on it, then picked up a small knife, unhurriedly sliced ​​a piece of leg meat from the roast goose, and handed it out.

"Try this."

Gu Mang took it, and experienced the nightmare of "scallions", he was very cautious before he spoke, he held up the roast goose leg and looked back and forth for a long time, he saw that it was roasted oily, golden, steaming and fragrant. With the smoky aroma of fruit wood, the Adam's apple can't help but move up and down.But he still asked cautiously: "No green onions?"

"No."

So he took a bite, and the golden puff pastry instantly made a "squeak" sound between the lips and teeth, and the hot gravy and oil soaked the texture of the goose meat, and the moment it fell on the tip of the tongue, the cheeks were fragrant.

Gu Mang finished the goose leg in two bites, licked his fingers, and then stared at the roast goose in the firepit.

"More." Gu Mang demanded.

It was a rare day for Mo Xi today, and he didn't mind being handled like a cook, and even thoughtfully pushed a bowl of roasted goose dip made from green plums in front of him to Gu Mang's hand.

He gave Gu Mang a plate full of roast goose, and watched Gu Mang eat with joy, but he didn't take a bite.

"Do you like this roast goose?"

Gu Mang's cheeks were bulging, and he said vaguely, "I like it."

Mo Xi said lightly, "That's good. The other dishes on the table are made by the chef, and only this one is made by me."

"You're amazing." After perfunctory Chef Mo, Gu Mang continued to eat the roast goose, obviously Mo Xi's voice was not as attractive as the crispy skin of the roast goose.

"It's not great. I don't know anything about cooks. This roast goose was taught to me by one of my seniors when I was marching in the frontier a few years ago."

The snow outside the window rustled and floated on the window lattice, forming a layer of crystal clear.

In the room, Gu Mang buried his head in eating meat, and Mo Xi's voice was rare and peaceful, like a trapped animal trapped in the mud of memories, and could no longer be vicious.

"At that time, he and I were just low-level monks, taking care of each other in the ranks.... It should be said that he took care of me more. He was three years older than me, and he was involved in the world earlier than me, and his spells were more exquisite than me. At that time, I felt that there was probably nothing in the world that he didn't know. He could talk about everything from ghosts and gods to a roast goose."

"It was also winter, a battle for fortification, the enemy army rushed to the food road, cut off our food and grass, and the army was short of food, and we were distributed according to monks and other ranks." Mo Xi looked at Gu Mang, his usual cold eyes were rarely in a daze, He said softly, "Both he and I can't get enough to eat."

"One night, we were on duty together, patrolling both sides of the camp. And he didn't know how to do it. He hunted a fat goose in a heavy snow day. He could have eaten it alone, but he happily called me You need to know that I was withdrawing at that time, and my appetite was much bigger than his. "

When Mo Xi said this, he suddenly saw Gu Mang who was opposite him pause and raised his head.

"……What's wrong?"

Gu Mang licked his lips, and pulled the plate in front of him: "One more leg."

Mo Xi raised his eyebrows slightly, and cut off the remaining goose leg to him, then continued to tell his story regardless of whether the other party listened or not.

"He picked some berries off the tree."

Gu Mang raised his head again, staring at him just like before.

Mo Xi pursed his lips: "It's gone, a goose only has two legs, not to mention the one on your plate hasn't finished eating yet."

Gu Mang suddenly said without thinking: "The berries are really delicious."

"..." Mo Xi looked at him thoughtfully for a while, then said, "You're right, the berries are delicious. That man, he also likes to eat berries, and often spends a lot of time climbing up trees to pick them, but There is a world of difference between the taste of picking it up with magic and picking it up with your own hands."

"The roast goose he taught me to make is very simple. Besides the goose, all you need is a little salt and a handful of fresh fruits."

Gu Mang asked, "Eat it with fruit?"

"No, it's stuffed in the cleaned goose belly. The goose meat is skewered with twigs, and then smoked and roasted with pine and lychee wood." Mo Xi said, "We sat by the fire pit, and he added some twigs to it from time to time. The goose is roasted golden, and salt is sprinkled on it. Take it off, remove the stuffed berries, and eat the roast directly, and he told me at that time that you should be careful when eating this."

"Be careful of what?"

"Waiting by the side for so long, smelling the fragrance for so long, and watching it gradually become golden in color by the fire pond, dripping oil, will inevitably become very greedy and hungry. At this time, I can't wait to take a bite Go down." Mo Xi said lightly, "It will inevitably burn your tongue."

"So did you burn your tongue?"

"How could it be possible for me." Mo Xi's eyes were a little blank, "It's you..."

Gu Mang gnawed on the goose leg and licked his lips: "Look, I didn't get burned either."

"...I didn't mean that. Forget it, it's nothing, just pretend I didn't say it."

Gu Mang just cared about himself continuing to eat meat. He ate half of a whole goose, then stared at the little bit left on the fire in a daze for a while, and stopped doing anything.

Mo Xi asked, "Don't you want to eat?"

Gu Mang nodded.

Mo Xi vaguely felt strange that this person's appetite should not be underestimated now, how could half a roast goose fill him up tonight.But before he could think deeply, he heard Gu Mang ask, "That senior brother of yours, what's his name?"

A word pierces the heart like an arrow.

Mo Xi raised his head abruptly, meeting Gu Mang's eyes.

When Gu Mang asked this sentence, his eyes were clear and his expression was full of undisguised curiosity.Under such gaze, Mo Xi gradually felt suffocated and uncomfortable.

Gu Mang... Are you pretending?

If you are pretending, how can you be so calm...

"That person." Mo Xi paused, "His name is..."

what is his name?

It's just the last two words, but it's stuck in his throat, and he can't say it no matter what.Mo Xi was stunned by that name, he had said those two words so many times, but at this moment, it was like a tender dream that had been torn apart many years ago, piercing his heart and lungs with blood.

He couldn't say Gu Mang's name, but because of his extreme forbearance, his eyes gradually turned red.

Mo Xi suddenly turned his face to the side, and his tone suddenly became more fierce than ever before.

"What are you asking? What does it have to do with you?"

Gu Mang: "..."

The mood of the meal faded, and after Gu Mang left, Mo Xi's eyes fell on the green plum dipping sauce by Gu Mang's elbow.He didn't explain the purpose to Gu Mang during the meal, so the dipping sauce didn't move at all, and he was completely ignored.

Mo Xi closed his eyes, as if a familiar voice sounded in his ears——

"Junior brother, you don't have any fun eating roast goose. You try this dipping sauce made from plums. It's sweet and sour, with crispy skin to bite down—wow." The voice laughed, "Okay It made me want to swallow it with my tongue.”

Even now, Mo Xi can still clearly recall some details of that time, such as the vast expanse of snow, the slightly rising ashes, and the sparkling and swaying fire pond.

There was also Gu Mang who was sitting next to him back then, laughing and playing with the pine branches with the branches.

Gu Mang turned his head, his eyebrows and eyes were shrouded in the warm orange firelight, his black eyes were so deep and so bright.

"Come on, try my piece, this one is wrapped in green plum sauce."

"How is it, is it delicious?"

"Hahaha, that is, when did your elder brother Gu Mang lie to you? I am the most sincere in heaven and earth, and I never lie to others."

Mo Xi clenched his fists involuntarily, his nails digging deep into his flesh.

Just now he purposely sliced ​​the roast goose very thinly, and sliced ​​a lot, and he also purposely talked to Gu Mang, because he knew that people always lose their minds when they are doing two things in succession.

When Gu Mang used to eat this kind of roast goose with sliced ​​skin, every piece must be covered with this sweet and sour green plum sauce. If he accidentally forgot, even if he took a bite, he must put it back into the dipping cup to taste it again. It is his deep-rooted habit.

Mo Xi thought before that if Gu Mang was pretending, it would be difficult to listen to him while maintaining vigilance and not revealing his secrets. Gu Mang would at least take the dip habitually.

But no.

Gu Mang didn't seem to know what it was for at all, the frozen plum sauce was just as good as when Mo Xi put it on the table, but Mo Xi no longer had the hope he had when he put it on the table.

He stood in the hall, outside the window was the snowstorm, but inside the hall was the remnant seats that were colder than the snowstorm.

He didn't know why a cluster of strong resentment suddenly developed, and he was itching with hatred, so he raised his hand and slapped the whole table of leftovers!When Li Wei heard the sound and hurried over, he saw Mo Xi standing wearily in front of the window, with his face deeply buried in his palms, his head drooping, as if his hope had been lost, and he became very angry.

"Lord..."

"go out."

"My lord, why do you do this? Whether he remembers the past, whether he pretended or not, the result is the same, why do you—"

No, it's not the same.

The Gu Mang he wanted, the Gu Mang he hated, and the Senior Brother Gu he admired should all be complete, able to compare with him, match or compete with him.

Only in this way can he breathe a sigh of relief from the hatred of being betrayed, he will have a head to head, the comfort of revenge, and hope.

Rather than the dazed powerlessness of this punch into the cotton.Whether his hatred or his resentment, there is no place to really pour out anymore.

"My lord, my lord!" At this moment, a servant came in quickly from outside, Li Wei immediately turned his head to wink at him, and said with his mouth: "Why are you shouting?"I didn't see that Mr. Xihe was in a bad mood!

The young servant looked embarrassed, hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head and said: "My lord, your majesty's messenger has arrived and is waiting outside."

Mo Xi slightly turned his face to the side, frowning his sword eyebrows: "The herald?"

"Yes." The little servant swallowed his saliva and said, "I'm in a hurry, I said that the emperor wants to see you right away because of...that important matter!"