Ye Xiaochuan held a casserole and washed the dog's leg that he had purchased from an unknown farmer's kitchen by the small river east of Xiaozhou Village. Then he found a rather large dog leg from the Qiankun bag.
Using a large casserole, he cut the dog legs into small pieces with a sharp sword, then he held the casserole and used his body skills to run towards the abandoned village two miles to the west.
When this guy came down the mountain, because of the Qiankun storage bag, in order to save money for training in the mortal world, he emptied almost everything in his residence. He brought a set of pots and pans, as well as oil, salt and spices.
Quite a few.
Just so that you can have a mouthful of hot soup when sleeping in the wilderness and avoid starving.
When he was approaching the abandoned charity village, he saw a small vegetable garden on the side of the road. He picked up a few red radishes and then walked towards the abandoned charity village with satisfaction.
When he returned to the gate of Yizhuang, he shouted: "I'm back! Let's have meat tonight!"
At this time, Yang Ling'er and Baili Yuan, who were confronting each other in the Yizhuang lobby, relaxed at the same time.
Bailiyuan jumped down from the coffin board, and Yang Ling'er also retracted her long legs.
Yang Ling'er smiled slightly, as if she and Baili Yuan were not confronting each other with their true strength in the hall just now.
She smiled and said: "Water Fairy, you and I are from the same sect. Our master has a close personal relationship with Senior Liubo. I am the saint of Piaomiao Pavilion. It is inconvenient for my identity to be revealed. Please take care of you and me, Water Fairy."
For the teacher's sake, you don't have to tell Ye Xiaochuan about my identity. I know you don't like me, so I will just find an excuse to leave you tomorrow."
Baili Yuan rolled his eyes and smiled, as if the two of them had not made a move before.
She thought to herself, if Ye Xiaochuan knew the true identity of Yang Ling'er in front of him, with this boy's lecherous character, something ridiculous might happen, and there might even be news about the relationship between Cangyun Sect's prodigal son and Piaomiao Pavilion's Bingqing Yujie.
Ambiguous scandals between saints.
I don't know why, but Bailiyuan doesn't want to see this.
So he nodded in agreement and said, "I can keep your identity secret."
When Ye Xiaochuan walked into the lobby of Yizhuang holding a casserole and gnawing radishes, Baili Yuan and Yang Ling'er's expressions had already returned to normal, like long-lost sisters, who could almost wear a mini skirt.
Ye Xiaochuan did not doubt that he was there, he put the casserole on the ground, looked around, and said: "Stealing Immortal Yuan, didn't I ask you to find some wood to make a fire before I left? Why are you lazy again? Mr. Yang
It cost money, so we can't let him do the work."
Bailiyuan rolled her eyes at Ye Xiaochuan and said, "It's great to be rich? I'm a woman. Can you two men have some compassion for women?"
Bailiyuan was very savage, and Ye Xiaochuan didn't dare to provoke him.
Yang Ling'er is very rich, and Ye Xiaochuan should be worshiped by him as the God of Wealth.
So, he had no choice but to pout and collect some wood himself.
Fortunately, there were many old and rotten coffins in the lobby of this Yi Zhuang. There was a lot of rotten wood, so a bonfire was set up without much effort.
Yang Ling'er and Bai Liyuan each dragged a coffin board and sat around the fire, with a casserole hanging from the flames. Soon, the mouth-watering aroma filled the entire Yizhuang lobby.
When Baili Yuan smelled the fragrance, she was immediately overjoyed and said, "Where did you get the fragrant meat?"
Fragrant meat is dog meat. In winter, cooking a pot of fragrant meat and drinking a few cups of roasted knives are the happiest things for Ye Xiaochuan's master, Zui Taoist.
Ye Xiaochuan has naturally not eaten less in the past ten years.
He chuckled and said, "I spent money to buy the freshly slaughtered night-scented pork from the villagers. It has been prepared with my own secret recipe and will definitely satisfy you."
Yang Ling'er didn't know what savory meat was, but smelling the strong aroma wafting from the casserole made her mouth water.
There are no disciples from Piaomiao Pavilion present, and she does not have the usual aloof saintly attitude. She is looking at the meat in the pot eagerly. If Ye Xiaochuan hadn't stopped her, she would have grabbed it.
After stewing for about half an hour, as Baili Yuan and Yang Ling'er looked at each other eagerly, Ye Xiaochuan nodded and said: "Wipe the saliva from the corners of your mouth, isn't it just a pot of fragrant meat? Isn't it a shame?"
Yang Ling'er said pitifully: "Young Master Ye, I'm so hungry, can I eat?"
Ye Xiaochuan said: "That's it..."
Before he could finish speaking, Yang Ling'er and Baili Yuan directly joined forces to bring down the casserole from the campfire.
The two of them had already prepared bowls and chopsticks. They grabbed the chopsticks and fished into the pot, as if they were reincarnated by starving ghosts.
Seeing the two of them eating with gusto, Ye Xiaochuan couldn't help feeling a little proud.
In the past ten years or so, I didn't learn any other skills in Cangyun Mountain. I cooked for the old alcoholic master every day. As a result, my cooking skills became so good that I could work as a chef in a restaurant.
He felt that he should not be a cultivator, but a cook.
After Yang Ling'er got along with Ye Xiaochuan for a few days, she almost completely got rid of her identity as the saint of Piaomiao Pavilion. She ate indiscriminately without any image, and her mouth was full of grease.
She had never tasted this pot of meat before. It was smooth, delicious and chewy.
As she ate, she said inarticulately: "Is this a wild boar? Or a deer? It's so delicious! I've never eaten such delicious meat at home before!"
Ye Xiaochuan laughed and said: "You are a rich man, so naturally you will not eat such cheap meat that cannot be served at a banquet. If you like to eat it, I can cook it for you every day, as long as you pay."
Yang Ling'er nodded and said: "I have money... If only I could bring Xiao Hei here, he likes to eat meat the most."
Bailiyuan asked: "Who is Xiao Hei?"
Yang Ling'er said: "I have had a little black dog since I was a child. I am very lonely on weekdays, so it is Xiao Hei who stays with me! He is my only friend since I was a child!"
Ye Xiaochuan and Baili Yuan's expressions froze, and they looked at each other. Ye Xiaochuan felt bad, and lowered his head with a guilty conscience, gnawing on the steamed buns and not daring to say a word.
Yang Ling'er saw something was wrong in the atmosphere, so she stuffed a few pieces of dog meat into her mouth, and while chewing, she said: "What's wrong with you? Don't you like dogs? Dogs are the most loyal! The cutest! Everyone will betray you and deceive others.
,Only dogs can’t!”
Ye Xiaochuan coughed and stammered: "Mr. Yang, actually everyone... everyone loves dogs in different ways, cough cough, some people like dogs for their loyalty, and some people like dogs for another purpose, cough cough...
…”
Bailiyuan suppressed a smile, but did not dare to laugh. She seemed to be very uncomfortable.
Ye Xiaochuan didn't dare to eat the pot of dog meat. He hid guilty and gnawed on the steamed buns. Baili Yuan didn't eat a few pieces, and almost all of them went into Yang Ling'er's belly.
When he was about to finish eating, Bailiyuan rolled his eyes and showed a sly look.
She stood up and said: "I'm full. This pot of dog meat is really good. Ye Shaoxia, let's make another pot tomorrow..."
Ye Xiaochuan glared at Bailiyuan. If looks could kill, Bailiyuan would have been torn into pieces by five horses at this moment.
