As soon as he opened his eyes, the master of metaphysics became the vicious stepmother of four oil bottles Chapter 130 Why does this man play cards out of common sense?
Chapter 130 Why does this man play cards out of common sense?
Mrs. Zheng saw that she was so open-minded and said nothing more. She only told her to be more careful in the future and to go to Zhang's house to ask for help when in danger. After that, she left for home.
Before leaving, Shen Qingqing stopped her and said, "I have some amulets here to prevent little ghosts from intruding. Madam, take them back and distribute them to the family."
"In addition, when you go back, go to the pharmacy to prepare some insect-repelling herbs. Use a stronger dose and make a sachet to wear with you. It should be able to ward off that old man."
As she said that, she turned around and walked to the next room, took out the yellow talisman stacked in the drawer and handed it to Mrs. Zheng, "In order to prevent the talisman paper from being lost, madam, you can stuff it into the sachet together with the anthelmintic herbs."
Mrs. Zheng collected the talisman paper and turned to pay the money, but Shen Qingqing stopped her. "A few pieces of yellow paper are worthless. Madam, just keep them with peace of mind."
Just think of it as repaying Zhang Chengyi's favor for helping her find a caravan.
Zheng really couldn't resist her, so she had to take the purse back and said with emotion: "You are such a good kid."
It's a pity that they are already married, otherwise they would be a perfect match for her family.
Although her family background is a bit poor and she cannot bring family support to Chengyi, with her own ability, she can protect Chengyi safely for decades to come.
If I could marry such a powerful daughter-in-law, I would wake up laughing even in my dreams!
What a pity...
After seeing Mrs. Zheng off, Shen Qingqing returned to the room and found some unused yellow paper and cinnabar, and drew a few more amulets.
Meng Qiyun watched the whole process from the side, his eyes following the pen tip back and forth, unwilling to move away from the beginning to the end.
Shen Qingqing put the pen aside and asked her: "Can you understand?"
"No." Meng Qiyun shook his head.
The words in the book are hard enough to read, but the words written by my mother seem to be much more difficult than those in the book...
When she recognizes all the characters in the book and starts learning to draw talisman to catch ghosts, she will understand that the characters on the talisman are not that difficult.
——Her mother simply writes ugly.
After drawing the talisman, Shen Qingqing went to the pharmacy to buy some anthelmintic herbs. After returning home, he and He sewed eight sachets and stuffed the herbs and amulets into them. Each person in the family was given one.
Then he boiled a pot of dark potion with herbs and sprinkled it around the front and back of the house.
Regardless of whether the black-hearted Taoist priest will come to take revenge, the preparations have been completed.
It was still early after finishing everything, so the family went back to Yanghua Village to collect wild mushrooms for more than an hour. That night, Shen Qingqing used the fresh mushrooms to cook a pot of chicken stewed with mushrooms. Everyone was so full that they didn't even want to move.
Nothing happened that day.
At dawn the next day, Meng Yuan woke up from his sleep, took off the clothes hanging on the bedside, and put them on while thinking about which mountain top he would go hunting today.
After getting dressed, she looked back and saw that Shen Qingqing was leaning against the wall and stretching. Because she had just woken up, her hair was a bit messy. Two locks of hair were hanging over her eyelids in a very unique way. Coupled with her sleepy eyes,
He doesn't look very smart.
And inexplicably cute.
It looks like a little orange cat that has just woken up and lost its hair.
Noticing the gaze above her head, Shen Qingqing paused in stretching, "What do you want me to do? Get dressed."
Meng Yuan silently retracted his half-stretched hand, tied his clothes and looked back at her, "Well, you can continue to sleep. It won't be too late to get up after I've made breakfast."
Shen Qingqing thought of the super hard biscuits he made by himself and shook his head, "I'll do it. I'm afraid the children won't want to eat what you made."
Meng Yuan: "..."
"How about I tell you to do it and we teach one-on-one to try to pull you out of the dark cooking world as soon as possible?"
This way she can sleep a little longer.
Beautiful.
Meng Yuan nodded, took off the red skirt hanging on the bedside and handed it to her, "Get dressed."
After getting dressed, the two of them entered the kitchen one after another.
Without Shen Qingqing's reminder, Meng Yuan took the initiative to wash rice and light a fire, "What are you going to do next?"
"Clean the green onions on the chopping board, wash them, and chop them into pieces."
Meng Yuan did as he was told, selected the green onions, went out to fetch water and wash the vegetables, and then picked up the knife to chop the vegetables. He performed a series of movements very smoothly, and at first glance he looked like a veteran who often does housework.
Shen Qingqing smacked her lips happily, yes, this man has teaching value.
"Put the minced green onion aside first, take out the basin under the chopping board, add water, pour it over and mix it into a batter, then beat three eggs and add a tablespoon of salt, and mix evenly."
Meng Yuan turned into a voice-controlled robot, following her instructions and every step was accurate.
Shen Qingqing looked at his hand holding the chopsticks and felt sluggish for a moment. His hands were beautiful, with fair complexion and long and well-proportioned fingers. He must have been very interesting when he used the pen to draw symbols.
When she came back to her senses, she looked up and saw the man looking at her intensely, "Should we add the chopped green onions next?"
"yes."
With a faint smile on his lips, Meng Yuan poured the chopped green onions into the batter and stirred it a few times. The batter dipped in the chopped green onions felt especially silky under his hands.
The next step was to light a fire and pour oil to make pancakes. Shen Qingqing made the first pancake and handed the rest of the batter to Meng Yuan.
Nearly twenty pancakes were made from a basin of batter, but only two pancakes were battered. The rest were fried until they were golden and shiny. Shen Qingqing picked up one pancake and tasted it. The texture and taste were both good, although it was not as good as the chef's.
It’s a craftsmanship, but it’s completely enough to eat at home.
"You're good at this craft. Next time we'll try something more difficult, the Thousand Layer Cake. What do you think?"
Meng Yuan pursed his lips and smiled, his cheeks turned a light red, and said softly: "I will listen to you."
He will do whatever his wife likes.
Shen Qingqing's heart softened because of his soft and gentle voice. If Meng Yuan before was like a peacock in bloom, he tried his best to attract her attention.
Then Meng Yuan now looks like...like a German shepherd who has just grown up. He looks powerful and cold, but is actually gentle and cute.
So cute that I want to reach out and touch his head.
Thinking this way, she did the same.
The moment their palms landed on their heads, both of them were stunned.
"you……"
Meng Yuan murmured, and his originally pale pink cheeks instantly turned red.
Seeing his shy look, Shen Qingqing was filled with fear. She leaned forward, looked into his eyes, rubbed his head twice, and asked, "What's wrong with me?"
Meng Yuan licked his lower lip, his Adam's apple rolled, and he struggled to utter three words: "You have changed."
Shen Qingqing squinted her eyes, the light flowing in her eyes, and a flower-like smile suddenly bloomed on her lips, "Have you not changed?"
Meng Yuan was dazzled by her smile, his heart trembled, and he had the courage to come out of nowhere. He leaned forward and kissed the corner of her mouth. After the kiss, his feet felt like they were burned by lava, and he turned around and ran away.
Shen Qingqing was left alone in the kitchen.
?
Why doesn't this man act according to common sense?
She raised her hand to touch the corner of her lips in a daze, and her fingertips seemed to be able to touch the warmth of his lips.
Hot.
Like a spark flying out.
The fever made her face turn red. This chapter has been completed!