Chapter 387: Shizishengsheng (3)

Chapter 387 World Life (3)
Mu Liufeng quickly dissipated the smoke and dust. I saw that Ouyang Shaohao took Murong Xue into the Zhaoning Hall. A famous secret guard appeared out of thin air and the Zhaoning Temple was heavily guarded.
If he wants to break into the Zhaoning Hall, he must defeat these secret guards!
The dark guards are the elites of the happy palace, all of them are martial arts, one or two of the flu is not afraid, three or four of him can cope, five or six of it does not matter, but these dozens of people shot together, he also I really don’t have a win...
The birthday cake made by Murong Xue is very unique and delicious. The steak that is called by her hand is definitely beautiful and delicious. Unfortunately, he can't eat it for the time being!
Ouyang Shaohao is really a stingy!
However, Murong Xue is a capital of Houguo Houfu. He will be in Zhaoning Hall sooner or later. He will wait nearby. Only when Murong Xue comes out, he will let Murong Xue help him make a steak. Hey, don’t think he Without Zhaoning Temple, he can't eat steak...
The mouth of the mouth of Muliufeng bends a smug arc. The ‘brush’ opens the folding fan, and the fan is lightly fanned.
Sunan Xiang has a pale face with no blood, and he looks at the Zhaoning Temple in a blink of an eye. The beautiful woman is full of tears: Ouyang Shizi even took Murong Xue into the Zhaoning Hall, so close, so close, she I have never enjoyed dreaming...
For more than a decade, Shizi always ignored her. No matter how she pleased him, he always kept a distance from her. The tone of his speech was indifferent and alienated...
Where is her worse than Murong Xue, why is the world going to be like this to her?
‘Zi! The faint blue smoke was scattered and the scent of the small kitchen was overflowing.
Murong Xue took a wooden clip and slowly fry the beef in the pan. Seriously and carefully, the Ouyang Shaohao, who looked outside the door, slightly bent his mouth: "Do you need my help?"
"No, just right." Murong Xue said with a smile, and the fried beef was served, topped with broth and vegetables, and two steaming steaks were baked.
Murong Xue cut the steak into pieces, took out the small kitchen, and entered the outer room of the Zhaoning Temple. He placed it in front of Ouyang Shaohao, and said arrogantly: "Taste it."
Ouyang Shaohao’s past life is definitely a Chinese-style method of eating longevity noodles. After more than ten years, there is nothing new, so she will give him a birthday cake, a steak, and let him have a Western style. birthday.
This steak is fried steak, steak with vegetables, it is also a balanced diet.
Ouyang Shaohao picked up the small fork on the table, forked a small piece of steak, put it in the mouth and chewed it gently. The faint smell of meat filled the whole mouth instantly. He nodded gently: "It tastes good."
"Like you like to eat more." Murong Xue said with a smile, sitting opposite the Ouyang Shaohao, and forked a small piece of beef.
The steak is the most delicious when cooked in seven or eight minutes. However, the ancients like to cook food. Ouyang Shaohao certainly does not like to eat meat. Therefore, the fried steak is full-cooked, and the soup is mixed with the aroma of beef. The delicious food is also one of the foods she likes when she is in modern times. Moreover, when she eats steak, she also likes to drink some red wine.
Murong Xue bent his mouth and took out two luminous cups, pouring a glass of wine for her and Ouyang Shaohao. The red wine exudes a charming atmosphere in the pale golden sunlight.
Ouyang Shaohao Momei picked and picked: "Where is the wine?" There is also wine in the Happy Palace. However, he doesn't like it very much, and throws it in the corner of the wine cellar. He ignores it.
"I brewed it myself, with steak, it tastes so beautiful, you taste it." Murong Xue said with a slight smile, took the wine glass and took a sip: her red wine was made from grapes and rock sugar, the procedure is simple. It can be drunk in a month, but the taste is not as good as those of professionally prepared red wine, but it is not bad...
Ouyang Shaohao will be suspicious of the red wine, a touch of grape fragrance, mixed with the aroma of beef, especially pleasant: the taste is really good.
"Zhu Shizi is happy." Murong Xue said with a smile, took the wine glass, and touched Ouyang Shaohao, slowly drinking a glass of red wine.
Looking at her eyes that smiled and bent, Ouyang’s eyes flashed and she said casually:
Do you often live for someone else?

Murong Xue shook his head: "No, you are the first one."
In modern times, she has participated in many birthday banquets. Their birthday cakes, red wine and everything are custom-made. She only needs to bring gifts, so it takes so much effort.
Ouyang Shaohao’s mouth bends a beautiful arc and brings up the luminous cup:
I respect you, the birthday feast you made for me, I like it very much.

"Like it." Murong Xue smiled slightly and touched the cup with Ouyang Shaohao. After a slow drink, he finished drinking a glass of wine. He just put down the glass and suddenly there was a dizzy head. She couldn’t help but close her eyes. Hey forehead.
"What's wrong?" Ouyang Shaoyu looked at her inexplicably, only to see her bright face as if she had dyed rouge, revealing a little red color...
"Some dizzy!" Murong Xue said lowly, dizziness is even more powerful, his eyes are slightly sagged, and his eyes are spinning around: she is... drunk! When she was in modern times, she didn't change her color when she drank half a bottle of red wine. Now she only drinks two cups, so she is so drunk, this body is really bad...
The person with cold poison in the body, poor constitution, poor food intake, the amount of alcohol will naturally be poor!
Ouyang Shaohao's mouth bends a few invisible arcs and whispers: "You take a break."
Murong Xue shook his head: "No, the birth of the child is almost gone, I am going back to the town of Houfu."
Murong Xue stood up and swayed, and her feet were fluttering. She squatted a few times and went straight to the side...
"Be careful." Ouyang Shaohao took her little waist and put her into her arms, looking at her fascinated eyes, the red face of the blushing red, his eyebrows screamed: "You are drunk like this. How come back to Houfu?"
"I took the carriage back, went to Houfu, let the red sleeves, and the dark fragrance helped me to fall back to the Snow Pavilion." Murong Xue said with a weak voice, gently shoving Ouyang Shaohao: There are no traces in the dark guard, Zhenguo Houfu Those few people, don’t dare to marry her, what to do with their hands and feet...
The soft, boneless little hand touches the chest of Ouyang Shaohao, and through the thin clothes, Ouyang Shaohao can clearly feel that the small hand is soft and delicate, and gently picks up his long-lost mind...
His dark eyes were so deep as ink, looking down at Murong Xue, his voice was dull: "Snow, today I am born, you seem to have not sent me a substantial gift?"
The birthday cake made Muliufeng eat more than half, and the steak was also eaten seven or eight. There is nothing to prove that Murong Xue celebrated his birthday for him...
(End of this chapter)