Lan Jiu stood gracefully facing Chu Yinfeng. Only then did Chu Yinfeng realize that this male disciple, who looked thin and frail and wore one more fur coat than others, turned out to be taller than him.
Lan Jiu tried hard to straighten her spine, screaming in her heart: Senior sister, look at me, I am taller than him, but there was a faint smile on her face: "Senior Brother Chu, your master is discussing with my master, let's not disturb him.
.You just wait outside."
If you dare to mention a word about marriage, I will poison you to death.
Chu Yinfeng was silent.
Lan Jiu walked to Leng Ruo, blocking the sight of the two of them, and smiled: "Senior sister, the weather is really nice today."
Leng Ruo was speechless, casually grabbing the hair on his fur coat that had been blown back by the wind and smoothing it down: "I don't care."
Lan Jiu said: "I'll take care of it for you."
Jin Xin turned around and rolled her eyes. No matter what you say, she won't know. She only regards you as her younger brother.
Xiao Yu grabbed some food and took it out: "Huahua, let's go feed the pigeons."
Hu Qing squinted her eyes, surprised, isn't this sorghum? Why hasn't she seen it before?
Ask Xiao Yu for it.
Xiao Rui gave her a bag and said, "This is golden millet produced only in the south. The pigeons Huahua brought back only eat this kind."
Hu Qing was surprised: "You also brought pigeons back?" Stewed in soup, braised in brown sauce or grilled?
Hu Huahua said: "No, those pigeon eggs were originally used for the young to eat. Who knew they hatched on their own?"
Hu Nuan said: "The little pigeon is so beautiful. It's white, yellow, green, and red. It's so beautiful."
Hu Qing raised his eyebrows to express that he could not imagine it.
She asked: "How old are you? Is there any meat?" Can you eat it? Roast squab or something like that.
Received neat complaints from children.
Well, it seems that those pigeons are so good-looking that they are reluctant to eat them.
Only Xuan Yao said: "Boss, do you want me to catch pigeons? Do you want me to disembowel them?"
He learned cooking skills from Hu Zhuo and knows how to handle ingredients.
Hu Huahua glared angrily, you dare to touch my flesh, forget your identity!
Hu Qing: "No need. You can go play with your brother and sister. Shui Xin, let's go and think about something new to eat."
Shui Xin was in disbelief: "You feed me this?"
Hu Qing was stunned for a moment, then laughed so hard: "Yes, hey brother."
Shui Xin followed with a constipated look on her face, refusing to miss any opportunity to eat new food.
I went to play and eat. When Shuanghua came out, I found that there was no one here. On the huge deck, there was only Chu Yinfeng standing alone and blowing the wind.
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Just, I don’t have the love of my classmates.
She nodded to Chen Xu and chased after him with a dark face.
Master Chen Xu called Chu Yinfeng back with a normal expression. As soon as he landed on the spiritual ship, the people from Xianyin Pavilion came over and asked questions. Master and disciple did not reply at all and returned to the room.
"Master, did we pay them a lot of things?" Chu Yinfeng felt guilty: "It's all my disciple's fault."
Master Chenxu shook his head and sighed: "A proud person like Shuanghua will not ask for our apology. Forget it, let this matter pass. Just pretend it never happened. Don't mention it to anyone."
Chu Yinfeng nodded, then lowered his head.
Master Chen Xu looked at him and sighed: "If there is no fate, then there is no fate. It's just that there will definitely be no results between you and Na Zhou, the leader of the Linghu Clan."
Chu Yinfeng raised his head and glanced at him, then lowered his head again, his eyes and face full of stubbornness.
Chen Xu was helpless, the young man had the purest mind, but his apprentice met a vixen.
He said: "I want you to know more about the demon clan, especially the Linghu clan."
Chu Yinfeng: "Yes. I know it all. The demonic nature is weak, and the Linghu tribe respects women. But Master, Lianqiao is different. I want to give it a try."
Chen Xu raised his hand and put it down. If he could give up with just a few words of dissuasion, then the calamity would not be called a calamity.
Forget it, let him be.
"Remember, you must never lose your heart at any time."
"It's the master, the apprentice should remember it."
Over there, Hu Qing washed the golden millet, dried it, crushed it, mixed it with flour, kneaded it into steamed buns, and steamed it. During the steaming time, he quickly stir-fried the spicy dried vegetables, which were all oily.
Smelling the aroma, Shui Xin's mouth watered with dissatisfaction. When he noticed movement behind him, he turned around and asked, "What are you doing here?"
Shui Congxiao: "I understand the joy of junior brother." He glanced at the dishes in the steamer and the pot and was surprised: "Junior brother never had bad appetite before."
Hu Qing smiled modestly: "Maybe my craftsmanship suits his taste."
Shui Xin hummed: "Of course, Hu Qing's food is full of love."
Hu Qing shook his arm and almost shoveled the dried vegetables to the ground.
Shui Congbo nodded calmly: "Well, let me also taste what love tastes like."
He suddenly laughed. He used to be like a hedgehog frozen in ice, cold, hard, and prickly. Now that the ice has melted, the hedgehog inside still pricks people, but the prickly head is softer.
At this time, Hu Qing said: "Senior brother, what kind of vegetarian food do you eat? Can you do it?"
Shui Cong said: "We don't eat. Only those who are too young can eat some porridge."
Hu Qing: "."
Being a monk is so pitiful. She will never want to be a monk, nor a nun.
The wowotou was cooked quickly, and the vegetables were placed in the wowotou. They pinched the sides and took a bite. Both Hu Qing and Shui Xin ate it happily.
Shui Cong tasted it carefully and kept nodding: "Junior brother is right. Junior sister's food is very different from what I have tasted before. There is a strong emotion in it."
Hu Qing was embarrassed: "I only thought about this after having Hu Nuan."
Shui never said: "No wonder."
Sure enough, my junior brother said that there is love in it, it is clearly the love of a loving mother.
Shui Cong took another steamed bun, held it in both hands, and used a spoon to serve it to him.
"I have experienced all the world of mortals, and I am grateful for the emotions of mortals. Among them, maternal love is the most tenacious, great, and selfless. I have seen with my own eyes that as a mother, you have just created a miracle. A mortal body can do things that immortals cannot." Shui Cong shook his head: "A trivial thing.
Porridge and rice, three meals a day, but we can't do that."
Shui Xin snorted: "What do you want to say again?"
Hu Qing tilted his head and thought for a while: "Senior brother, you want to say that people who cultivate are lacking in emotions? But doesn't cultivating an immortal mean having less emotion and less desire?"
Shui looked at her with a smile from his calm and wise old eyes: "Is that true for you?"
Hu chuckled: "Brother, you are not trying to civilize me, but you are saying that when a monk gives up certain emotions and attachments, he actually gives up certain things - Tao, right?"
Shui Conglao's eyes lit up: "What do you think?"
I think? I think your steamed buns should be eaten well. They won’t taste good when they’re cold.
She said: "I can do whatever I want. Senior brother, what I cultivate is the way of self."
Self-Tao?
Self-Tao.
Shui Xin: "What are you talking to an old monk about? His rotten old wood doesn't make sense." He was never impatient with Shui, "I told you before, you can do whatever you want, as long as you are right."
Shui Cong then asked: "What is right and what is wrong?"
Shui Xin screamed, hugged Shui Cong's arms and drove him out.
"I don't even stop eating," he complained.
"That's right." Hu Qing agreed: "You talk so much and all your time is wasted. Do you still want to eat? I'll steam it again?"
"Eat, I'll get the golden millet later. It's quite delicious."
