The cakes are baked in sweet and salty flavors. They are baked and cut into small plates for Hu Nuan. Hu Nuan sits on the bench, holding the plate and sucking the food.
Hu Qing baked a dozen or so pieces, each one as big as the bottom of a pot, cut it into six pieces, left enough for two people to eat, and put the rest in a food box and put it into Hu Nuan's storage bag. When he was tired from practicing, he was hungry.
Just take it out and eat it directly.
"My dear, you have to put some drinking water in it. Remember, eat and drink it as soon as possible, and put the freshest water in it."
Hu Nuan nodded and took note.
Hu Qing took out the rice she brought back and cooked egg fried rice in the oil pan. She didn't know how many days the rice had been there, but she didn't dare to give it to Hu Nuan, so she ate it herself.
The next day, Hu Nuan wanted to go to work with her, but Hu Qing refused. Not to mention that Boss Hua was a troublesome person, how dare she let her daughter go to a place like Nonghua Pavilion?
"Remember when mom went to work, she couldn't take you with her? Mom will come back as soon as possible. Can mom's sweet baby wait for mom at home?"
Hu Nuan immediately expressed that he was brave and could do it alone.
It was not allowed to be alone, so I invited Yanshan to come and see the child.
Seeing that she had been working for two days in a row, Yanshan couldn't help but remind her: "Xiao Nuan has a lot of spirit stones. The sect issues monthly disciples' monthly reports, and the peak master also gave her some. You can spend more time with her."
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Hu Qing smiled: "Yes, it's just that I can't stay idle and I have to have something to do. Once a person is idle, he will be useless."
Ningshan couldn't say anything else. She couldn't figure it out. If the two of them were so inseparable, shouldn't they seize all the time to be together? What could Madam Hu earn by sacrificing time with her daughter? Unlike Zong
Real parents who are parents, as soon as they go out, they are looking for heaven and earth treasures for their children.
She couldn't figure it out, but she didn't show any emotion and was very polite to Hu Qingke.
Hu Qing understood very well where her politeness came from. Now that the two of them relied on Hu Nuan to gain a foothold here, under such circumstances, she could not hold back.
There were a little more things going on that day. When Hu Qing came back, Shan Shan left immediately and said with a smile that she still had things to do in Fangshi and would come to pick up Hu Nuan later.
Hu Qing saw two extra pots of flowers in the yard. The flower boss also had them. They were not very expensive but definitely worth more than her meal. She thought to herself that this girl, Nishan, looks easy to get in touch with but actually has a sense of distance in her heart.
Do all cultivators think clearly about others in this way?
She thought of Qingyan. The sooner Qingyan's favor came to him, the better.
Hu Qing made braised pork in a very large pot. He put it into five small jars while it was still hot, fastened the lids and put them into storage bags. He just left one plate for eating now.
Hu Qing warned: "Eat more fruits and vegetables. Is the meat in your canteen delicious?"
Hu Nuan: "A lot of meat."
She didn't know how many wild animals her master had given to the canteen. Whoever was missing in the canteen would not be short of her meat.
Hu Nuan: “It’s not as delicious as mom’s cooking.”
Of course, the food cooked in the cafeteria is mainly based on absorbing the spiritual power, and the taste is light, so it cannot be compared with Hu Qing, a country with a big food culture.
The satisfaction of taste buds is not what monks pursue.
After dinner, Hu Qing took Hu Nuan for a walk. By coincidence, he met a neighbor woman in the park in the middle of the street.
Hu Nuan didn't wear a disciple's uniform, but a set of light green clothes bought by Qiao Yu. Qiao Yu's straight male aesthetic hates useless flowers and beads on good clothes, so the clothes he picked were extra special.
clean.
This cleanliness is regarded as poverty in the eyes of some people.
The woman laughed strangely through her nose: "It turns out that she is such a yellow-haired girl. No wonder she goes out to look for work every day. Does this little yellow-haired girl have four spiritual roots or five spiritual roots? She will never be able to build a foundation in her life."
A burst of weird laughter, hahaha.
The people around them did not agree. No matter how luxuriant their retirement life was, they knew that their status as mortals was very different from that of monks. Whether others could build a foundation with four or five spiritual roots, was it their mortal mouths that could tell?
Everyone has been told by the monks at home: keep your mouth shut, keep your legs shut, and don't go to the other side of the river, otherwise your death will be in vain if you are killed by the monks.
They are fundamentally afraid of monks with great abilities.
The woman was also greatly stimulated by Hu Qing's delicious food every day. In addition, Hu Qing never responded to her provocation, so she subconsciously felt that these two women were easy to bully.
Hu Qing was too lazy to pay attention to this kind of person, so he led Hu Nuan and walked over leisurely.
The woman's chest heaved with anger, and she stretched out her arms to be scolded. She was pulled by the person next to her: "Are you crazy? My daughter is still a monk no matter what. If something happens, will your son support you?"
Monk? Son. The woman's mind cooled down, and she couldn't help but regret for a while, but her words were tough: "My son is highly favored by the sect, she, she, she -"
The people around them exchanged glances, saying that they should stay away from this stupid woman so as not to be implicated. The girl looked just a few years old. How could she be a low-level spiritual being who could bring her biological mother to Chaohua Zongfang City?
The stupid woman couldn't see clearly, but she didn't care about it.
Hu Nuan shook the hands they held together: "Mom, that person scolded me."
Hu Qing: "Well, that person only has a mouth to talk about. It's a waste of our time to argue with her. Good boy, you must be on guard against others. At the same time, not everyone is worthy of our precious time.
Don’t worry, with this time, we can enjoy a good life and work hard to improve ourselves. When one day you become someone they can only look up to, their voices will not reach your ears."
Hu Nuan: "Mom, I want to grow very tall."
Hu Qing laughed: "Yes, I am very tall. Protect yourself."
In the afternoon, Yanshan came to pick her up, and Hu Nuan sent her to the door.
Yanshan remembered something and told her: "Mrs. Hu, don't eat too much of the snacks Xiaonuan brought back at one time." She explained hurriedly: "It's because you are mortals, and those snacks have spiritual power. If you eat too much, it will
Harm the body."
Hu chuckled and said, "Okay, thank you for reminding me. I can't bear to eat up such precious snacks at once."
Yanshan breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm afraid you misunderstood."
Hu Qing: "I know that mortals can't go to places with a lot of spiritual energy."
She suddenly thought that Boss Hua's place should not be counted, and Nonghua Pavilion should not be counted. She had gone there so many times and never felt any discomfort.
Yan Shan flew up with Hu Nuan in her arms, and Hu Nuan waved: "Goodbye, mom, I'll be back soon."
Ning Shan trembled in fright. Five days later, will there be another master-disciple battle?
Hu Qing waved his hand: "Listen carefully to Master."
The disciple is coming back, Master Qiao Yu is wandering around in the inner gate gloomily. It has been two days, and he still hasn't figured out how to brainwash the disciple. You have to practice, you have to concentrate on practicing, you have to practice wholeheartedly.
It's wrong to go home at odd hours.
Why don't you read the sect rules to your disciples?
She can't even figure out Qi refining and foundation building.
Alas, the apprentice is too young and has a mental illness, so it is difficult to take care of him.
"Hello, uncle."
Someone saluted and said hello on the roadside.
Qiao Yu hummed absentmindedly, waved his hand, walked over, and stopped: "Wait, you - come here."
