Princess too Young, Prince too Old

Zhou Chi, while holding his chicken legs, told Lu Zhicheng: "This is bamboo worm, which is parasitic on dead bamboo. It is best to make soup."

"What about this?" Lu Zhicheng poured the plate of bamboo shoots into the pot, and asked the plate next to him, "It's very pleasing to grow fleshy."

"This is Hericium erinaceus," Zhou Chi looked at the plate of Hericium erinaceus. Such a fresh Hericium. "

"You really know everything."

Lu Zhicheng eats comfortably, leans his legs on a soft pillow, and chats comfortably with Zhou Chi. He occasionally picks up mushrooms in a chopsticks pot to eat. He used to eat mostly dried shiitake mushrooms in Jingshi, but he rarely eats them. Fresh mushrooms that are so fresh and even fragrant with the earth are really delicious.

"Not all recognize it," said Zhou Chihan with a smile, while sandwiching a piece of Qingyin mushroom with Luzhicheng Road, "Look, I haven't seen this before, and it's my first time eating it."

"Why is this color? Can it be eaten?" Lu Zhicheng frowned, doubting, "Isn't this poisonous mushroom? I heard that there are many poisonous mushrooms in southern Xinjiang."

"How is it possible? I can definitely eat it, otherwise the kitchen wouldn't dare to deliver it," Zhou Chi clipped a chopsticks and chopped the mushrooms in the pot. He put it in his mouth, and he couldn't help but nodded. Recommended, "You taste it fast, don't look at it, but it tastes really good, fleshy flesh."

"Can it really be eaten?" Lu Zhicheng Wu was skeptical, but still chopsticks and choked it, then put it in his mouth, chewed, and then nodded, "It's really good, better than the monkey head Mushrooms are delicious. "

"Is that right?" Zhou Chi smiled and asked, taking a sip of plum soup, "This chicken has to weigh three pounds?"

"Three and a half pounds," Lu Zhicheng smiled calmly, "just enough."

...

Three and a half kilograms of Wenchang chicken, a dozen dishes of mushrooms, and the two were comfortable to eat. I wonder if it was smoked by the heat. They were a little dazed.

Zhou Chi first took down his chopsticks, stumbled down the soft couch and walked towards the bed, while still shaking his hand: "Can't drink anymore, you will be drunk again!"

"You're confused! We didn't drink!" Lu Zhicheng lay on the soft couch and laughed, while also following Zhou Chi stepped out of the soft couch, watching Zhou Chi collapse on the bed, he climbed into the bed with a smile, Pointing at Zhou Chi's face, hehe smiled, "Zhou Chi, you ... can't do it! Just drink so little osmanthus wine, why are you drunk?"

"I didn't drink osmanthus wine!" Zhou Chi hummed, and patted Lu Zhicheng's hand, muttering, "I ... I clearly drink the daughter red! Yes, the daughter red, thirty or three Fourteen-year daughter Red ... "

"Impossible! You have the smell of osmanthus," Lu Zhicheng shook his head and didn't believe it. When he caught Zhou Chi's neck and sniffed vigorously, he was proud of himself. Smell it! "

"Okay, I ... I smell ..." Zhou Chi rolled over and wrapped around Lu Zhicheng's neck. He sniffed and tried to sniff. "Smell ... it smells ... ... "

...

Lu Zhicheng had a dream.

Beautiful and ridiculous.

In his dream, he returned to the tenth day of March when he was sixteen years old. He was dressed in a fiery red groom, and in the sound of festive bamboo in the "Hundred Birds and Phoenix", he walked into the mansion that made him most enchanted.

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