The "chasing soldiers" in the alley had already gone in another direction, abducted from the courtyard of the gentle woman, Cheng Henian's heart was filled with doubts, and she did not even hear what Lu Yusheng said. Why do reporters flock to this alley? Obviously their whereabouts are very secret. Naturally, the few unknowing children I met on the road could not be them-in fact, she was suspicious of An Muyu, but Lu Yusheng obviously did not take this matter to heart. She curled her lips and swallowed all the words. On the way back, she and Lu Yusheng were speechless.

Weibo is the source of many news, and it is also a place that she hates. The keyboard guys wear a mask to point the country and point to others. They never put themselves in their place and consider others. After the phone was turned on, a large number of messages flooded in. After a glance at the missed call, Cheng Henian's face grew colder. She took a deep breath, held back her floating thoughts, and found out what happened today on Weibo. Lu Yusheng, this Xin'an restaurant, and her name Cheng Henian were put together. Many innocent fans in the comments said that they were going to that alley, and maybe they could meet their goddess by chance. What makes her strange is that there was a lot of space before, and at this time there was no information after searching, and even some tall buildings on the forums were deleted completely.

Who is helping her? Lu Yusheng? Cheng Henian shook his head and quickly vetoed this possibility. Although Lu Yusheng had a great position in the music scene and was well received by everyone, he might not be able to contend with the Tang Dynasty if the real power is concerned. Is it possible to be Bian Yuting? The name came to mind, and she only felt a sense of disgust. She opened WeChat and looked through it one by one. There were comforts, inquiries, and even schadenfreude by irrelevant people, but fortunately, there was nothing in it. The news that came, only slightly relieved.

"What's going on, do you need help?" This was a question from Ji Yaoguang, and several hours had passed. She didn't reply, and she never asked endlessly like those people.

"It's okay, thank you." Cheng Henian replied, after a short pause, he typed a series of words, "You helped me with those online?" For the □□, either by showing evidence to wash the face, or Introduced another more compelling thing, which caused disasters to the east, but now this method is more rude and directly deleted the relevant information. What kind of virtue is the prince of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, people would not know? The **** who has been on the lace news all the year round, people are only afraid of the power of the Tang Dynasty, and now that some people are coming out, they are obviously less able to offend than the Tang Dynasty.

When Ji Yaoguang saw Cheng Henian's reply, it was already dusk, and Chang Yu took her mobile phone to tell her. The old books uncovered from the study were laid out in a row on the coffee table, and his eyes quickly swept away, preparing for the upcoming New Year’s Eve dinner. Many people have taken down the so-called taste of the year, including Chang Yu, but in her Ji Yaoguang's heart, there is an indelible feeling.

"It's not me." Ji Yaoguang was so busy that he didn't even have time to pick up the phone. "Why don't you reply to me."

"Who is doing this behind? Bian Yuting?" Chang Yu nodded slightly and sat opposite Ji Yaoguang. Her gaze fell on Ji, but now, as if she had lost her attraction, Ji Yaoguang didn't even look up when she was talking to her. Lifting her eyelids, she leaned forward, mostly in vertical traditional characters, with dots and dots indicating sentence reading. She had also received the influence of classical literature, but she could never be as enthusiastic as Ji Yaoguang.

"It's Ji Kaiyang."

As soon as a few words came out, Chang Yu understood. Ji Kaiyang deliberately asked Cheng Henian to write original songs for the next variety show. Naturally, she would not be harassed. As a businessman, he wanted to pursue the best interests, not to mention that he also saw this girl and talked to himself. My sister has a good relationship, so I don't know how to stand by. After Cheng Henian's □□ was deleted, it was revealed that some stupid things committed by Jiang Liu, as well as Jiang Shoufang's turmoil, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, and the words between the lines are all such hints. The media who saw the weather vane spared no effort to dig out the story behind it, and even the identity of Jianghuai, an illegitimate child, was picked out. Of course, Sheng Tang also followed suit, and these news were quickly deleted only a little bit. In a short time, I am afraid that I am not in the mood to fool other people.

"I have already sent the words to Ji Kaiyang's mailbox. As for Cheng Henian, someone from the company will contact him. We don't need to say more." Ji Yaoguang suddenly raised her head, her eyes shining brightly. She walked around the coffee table and sat in Chang Yu's arms, stretched out her hand to hook her neck, and smiled excitedly, "I know what to do!" She didn't focus on Cheng Henian's business at all.

"Long flesh." Chang Yu smiled softly, rubbing his hand gently on Ji Yaoguang's waist. The past few days have indeed been happily, and suddenly relaxed under the high-intensity work, and even the body sent a signal. For them, maintaining a good figure is extremely important. But Ji Yaoguang obviously didn't believe in this crop--it's just that even if he let go of his appetite, he would not swell up quickly, probably because of the legendary physique.

Ji Yaoguang's thoughts moved, Chang Yu's tone was a bit of a joke, and she followed this with a wink, pretending to be a delicate and delicate woman, and asked: "Is the official feel comfortable?"

Chang Yu held back his laugh, shook his head somewhat helplessly, and pushed Ji Yaoguang and said: "You go down quickly." The fingers didn't have much strength, and it was more like a desire to refuse. Originally, Ji Yaoguang was just playing around with her, but she was lit up by a small flame. Fingers slowly slipped from the roots of Chang Yu's slightly red ears to the corners of her lips. She squinted her eyes, and she felt that the people in front of her were like Kunlun jade, and her thoughts were flashing. It's like the kind of itch that feathers gently scratched in the heart-you can't stop it.

"Don't you try the dishes you picked?" Chang Yu's eyes darkened, and she caught Ji Yaoguang's hand and leaned back slightly to get a little distance. Seeing a bit of dissatisfaction on Ji Yao's face, she sighed almost inaudibly, and dropped a soft kiss on her fingertips, "Okay, go."

"Not enough." Ji Yaoguang shook his head.

"You still want--" Chang Yu's words were sealed by a kiss, and the tip of his tongue was looking timidly for his way. After he was familiar with this soft place, he immediately began to show off. This charming and long kiss ended, and both of them were flushed. Ji Yaoguang grabbed Chang Yu's clothes, and seemed to have all his strength taken away from his body. It took a long while to slip off Chang Yu, like a child who received a candy reward, smiling openly.

This sounds straightforward, but it is another matter to actually operate it in the kitchen. It is difficult to test a new dish successfully without a few times. There is no Chinese New Year atmosphere in the old house. The aunt at home returned home early, and even Tao Bo packed up some things and went back to see the children. The two elders who were traveling were obviously playing crazy and forgot about the New Year. As for Ji Kaiyang, he was entangled in various things, saying that he would not go home until the New Year's Eve.

Chang Yu went back to the study to write the couplets and the word "Fu". On the big red sprinkled gold paper, each word was like a dragon flying and phoenix dancing, quite free and easy. Many things will be delivered to the door with only a phone call, but Ji Yaoguang has to do it by herself, saying that she is here to experience the "Flavour of the New Year", and Chang Yu will naturally let her. From these seemingly boring things, there can be some magic.

When the last stroke fell, Chang Yu leaned over and blew the ink on the paper. He just heard the sound of footsteps. As soon as he turned his head, he saw Ji Yaoguang approaching with a small cup smiling. "What is this?" Chang Yu's voice is mixed with a little curiosity. In the past few days, I haven't tasted the new things Ji Yaoguang has made. Some can make her shine, and some of the failed products have naturally become-become A kind of poisonous taste.

"Every year, when the year comes, the new tang pear comes to the savage house. The sweet and sour pears still bring the original flavor, and the spring breeze is broken." Ji Yao lightly groaned, looking at Chang Yu, bending her eyebrows and smiling, "Guess what, ah, In fact, the phrase'cover three inches of brown, and a lump of ice in the belly' is more appropriate."

"pear?"

"Yes." Ji Yaoguang nodded and said again, "You should have seen this dish at the Spring Banquet. Its name is'Orange Yusheng'." The Sydney master chopped and smashed it. Add less salt in vinegar and mix it with sauce, which can be used to make wine. I don’t know how many times I have drunk the rock sugar Sydney soup. Most of the pear-related foods are sweets. It is rarely heard of salt and sauce. Seeing that there were ink stains on Chang Yu's hands, Ji Yaoguang walked up to her in a few steps and scooped it up to her lips.

This dark-colored Sydney--not very delicious, Chang Yu hesitated a little. Just seeing Ji Yao's bright eyes, she couldn't bear to disappoint her. This entrance is sweet and salty, but it's not that bad. The refreshing taste of Sydney is not covered by the weird sauce. "Not bad." Chang Yu exaggerated.

"That's it." Ji Yaoguang was a little proud. She had tried no less than ten times, and she had almost ruined the Sydney at home, and she made this cup out. "Wait for me for a while, I'll get the wine." The book says that this cup of "Orange Yusheng" is suitable for drinking, I don't know if it is true or not.

"You--" Before Chang Yu's words were finished, Ji Yaoguang ran out of the study.

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