The warm dumplings filled with green pepper and meat dipped in vinegar are very delicious. There are not many dumplings with this kind of stuffing in restaurants, and Shen Xi can only eat them at home, so when eating, his thoughts drift away unconsciously It happened, and drifted back to the earth which is unknown how many light-years away. When I came back to my senses, big tears fell into the bowl.

Eli looked at his sudden appearance with tears streaming down his face, and his heart sank suddenly.

Shen Xi managed to pull out a smile: "Our family often makes this kind of dumpling, I really... miss it a bit." As he spoke, he lowered his head and wiped away his tears indiscriminately. It is said that men do not flick their tears lightly, and Shen Xi has never allowed himself to cry.

"Xi..." Eli didn't know how to comfort him, looking at Shen Xi's pale face that was about to fall, he felt his heart twitching. For the first time in his life, he envied Cyril's sharp tongue.

"I'm fine...it's fine." Shen Xi said with sobs, and just as he finished speaking, he fell into a warm embrace. Eli's chest was warm and generous, and there was a sense of peace of mind when he leaned on it. Shen Xi lay on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, his mood gradually calmed down strangely.

"Xi, don't be sad." Eli let out a long sigh, brushed away the thin bangs on his forehead, and placed a soft kiss on his smooth forehead. He gently combed Shen Xi's black hair, and comforted him in a low voice: "This will be your home from now on, and I will accompany you and take good care of you like your former relatives."

Shen Xi tightly grasped his shoulders, and there was a sign of moisture in his eyes again.

Eli pursed his lips tightly, feeling quite annoyed. He has always been clumsy, and he didn't know how to make Shen Xi happy. He lowered his head and licked the tear stains on Shen Xi's wet cheeks, hoping to lick away the turbulent pain on Shen Xi's body. sad.

As the hot and moist tongue slid across his cheeks, Shen Xi's attention gradually focused on Yi Lai, only then did he realize how ambiguous their posture was. Quickly dodged Eli's lips, wrapped his arms around his shoulders, put his head on it, and said a little tiredly: "I'm fine, just let me lean on for a while."

Eli didn't say anything else, just imitating how Hebrew coaxed him to sleep when he was a child, and raised his hand to gently pat Shen Xi's back. After a while, he pulled Shen Xi to sit on his lap, and said, "If you don't eat any more, the dumplings will be cold. Come on, eat first." After finishing speaking, he picked up the dumplings, dipped them in vinegar like Shen Xi did just now, and put them on the table. to his lips.

Shen Xi stuttered, and Eli heaved a sigh of relief.

Shen Xi wanted to jump down to eat by himself, but was stopped by Eli, who persistently fed the dumplings to his lips one by one. After Shen Xi was full, Eli quickly ate the remaining dumplings, and then started to boil herbs for Shen Xi.

Shen Xi rested his chin and sat at the dining table watching his busy figure. The sadness of missing his homeland and relatives just now gradually disappeared as if being melted by the warm sunshine. He was in a trance when he heard the heavy sound of stones hitting outside. Curiously, he opened the door and walked out. He saw a lot of bricks, paint and other construction materials piled up on the open space in front of their house. Next to him was Cyril, who was exactly like Eli in the shape of a beast, busy laying the foundation.

"Is your brother going to live in front?" Shen Xi hurriedly ran into the room and asked Eli.

"Yeah." Eli nodded.

Seeing that his reaction was so flat, and when he mentioned that Cyril was so stingy with words, Shen Xi stopped asking. Anyway, there will be opportunities to figure out the strange relationship between these two brothers in the future.

In order to avoid being eroded by the sadness of homesickness again, Shen Xi wanted to find something for himself to do. At the market, he bought a lot of red dates and dried them in the yard. Originally, he wanted to dry them and use them to make tea, but now he suddenly wanted to use some of them to make jujube cakes.

He first found a long, sun-dried wooden strip, and went into the house to ask Eli to help him carve it into a plum-shaped mold.

"Don't you want to take a nap?" Eli stretched out his sharp claws, which are stronger than knives for cutting wood chips, and easily cut into the shape of plum blossoms, and then he poured the wood chips into the wooden trash can next to him , and lightly blew the sawdust in the blow mold, and handed it to Shen Xi.

"I don't want to sleep today, so I'm just going to accompany you to decoct medicine." Shen Xi took out the steamer, which he made with a wooden saw a few days ago, and then asked Eli to process it again. He cleaned the steamer and the mould, then took the red dates, soaked them for a while, put them in the steamer, then lit the stove, steamed the red dates in the steamer with high heat, took out the jujube skins, and the rest was jujube paste.

Eli looked at the blackened pile of date paste with some distaste, and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Make date paste cake, don't look at it now, it will taste better after a while." Shen Xi is now able to gradually discern the subtle facial expressions of Eli. After all, put the pot on the fire, put in jujube paste, red beans, sugar and lard, cook it slowly over low heat until it melts, and after cooling down a little, put it in the glutinous rice and rice flour basin that has been mixed evenly, and add water to adjust into a paste.

Only then did Eli feel that the smell was better and the color was much nicer.

Shen Xi coated the inner wall of the plum blossom mold with a layer of oil, put fragmented almond petals on the bottom, then spread the mixed paste into the mold with a clean wooden stick one by one, and pressed it tightly. Then put the mold into the steamer and steam it with high heat until it is half-cooked, then sprinkle a layer of rose petals evenly on it, and continue steaming with high heat. At this time, the aroma of the pastry was already very strong, and Eli tasted a piece, only to find that the pastry was very delicate, soft, smooth and sweet.

"Does the jujube paste suit your taste?" Shen Xi asked worriedly. After all, not everyone likes the strong taste of jujube paste.

"Fortunately, it's a bit oilier than the previous pastries." Eli ate one and thought it tasted good, but when he ate the second one, he felt a little greasy.

"Well, you can't eat too much jujube paste, it's very oily, and it's easy to cause high blood pressure." Shen Xi also ate a piece himself, and felt that the taste was not bad this time. He usually only eats a few pieces after finishing cooking, always in moderation, not too much, leaving him with anticipation for the next time.

"I'll give it to my neighbors to taste..." Shen Xi couldn't wait to do market research.

"Wait," Eli held him back, and poured out the boiled Tianxian powder: "Take the medicine first."

"Well, it's really a medicine that can't be avoided." After these few days of torture, Shen Xi was able to take the medicine calmly and drink it in one gulp, but after drinking it, he still hurriedly gnawed a green apple and put it in his mouth. The bitter taste in the mouth was suppressed.

Eli squeezed his wrinkled face in a funny way, and said: "Go, I'll sleep for a while."

As soon as Shen Xi walked to the door of Noah's house, Cyril appeared out of nowhere, and said with a smile: "It smells so sweet." Sister-in-law is really ingenious."

Hearing the words "sister-in-law", Shen Xi couldn't help but draw N black lines on his forehead. But when he saw the bruise on the other party's face, he decided not to argue with him, anyway, he was taught miserably by Eli just now.

Cyril, like Hebrew, would never treat himself as an outsider. He picked up a piece of jujube cake and tasted it, and said with a smile, "It tastes really good."

"Can you just call me by my name? That Don't you think it's awkward to address you?" Shen Xi couldn't help but say.

"Is there?" Cyril rubbed his chin and said, "It's hard for me to have the opportunity to use this vocabulary, just call it a few more times."

"Just call me Shen Xi." Shen Xi insisted.

"The name Xi is not bad, it sounds nice." Cyril said to himself: "Well, I don't know if that stingy guy Eli will care about it."

Shen Xi had a hunch: Absolutely! But Eli is no mean guy.

"It's more used to calling Shen Xi." Shen Xi said resolutely.

Cyril glanced at him with a half-smile.

"Do you still need pastries? I'm going to deliver them to my neighbors." Shen Xi said.

Cyril actually didn't have a sweet tooth like Eli did, smiled and shook his head, and went back to his work.

At this time, it was the time when the Yue tribe woke up from a nap to drink tea, water the flowers, and tend the fields and poultry. When Shen Xi visited, Noah was drying herbs. Seeing him walk in, he stopped what he was doing, and said with a smile, "I smelled a strong aroma, and made delicious pastries?"

Myron was drying the quilt, but it was more like drying the quilt than drying the quilt. Own. Shen Xi saw a big white silkworm lying softly on the soft quilt, with its belly upturned, and got up after smelling the fragrance. After seeing him, it quickly squirmed behind the tree, then changed back into a human form and walked out quickly.

He suppressed a smile and said, "Well, I made jujube mud cake, try it."

Shen Xi was very curious if he opened a shop at home, would people come to buy it, just like others went back to Abel's house to buy eggs .

"You can try it, the scent will definitely attract people." Myron encouraged.

"But we live in the outermost circle of the Moon Clan..." Shen Xi was a little hesitant, but it was troublesome to go to the commercial street to escape.

"There is a good chance now, and there will be a steady stream of females coming from tomorrow." Noah and Myron looked at each other and smiled.

"Eh? Why?" Shen Xi asked suspiciously.

"Because Lord Cyril is back, and he is still single." Myron pursed his lips and said with a smile, "Master Cyril is the most beautiful man of the Moon Clan, and he is also the number one woman most wants to marry."

"Moon The most beautiful man in the family?" Shen Xi asked curiously: "Isn't Eli tied for the first place with him? Then Eli is also on the ranking list?" Then walking on the road, wouldn't he be envied and jealous? Did the eyes of hate drown, why didn't I feel it before?

"It's true that Master Eli is the most beautiful man of the Moon Clan, but he's not on the ranking list," Noah said, "How should I put it? In fact, everyone is a little afraid of Master Eli, who is cold and difficult to approach."

Shen Xi nodded: "I understand." It turned out that the handsome guy with Bingshan's paralyzed face hadn't become popular among the Moon Clan yet.