And the wounded hand, which was wrapped in sackcloth, was held high.

With such a difficult way to eat noodles, it is not difficult to see that our hall master loves that bowl of noodles.

"Hey, Yun Xuchen, it's just in time, the hot noodles that the legend just delivered, eat it, share a bowl with you. ”

Liang Meng's oily mouth was smooth, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Looking up and seeing Yun Xuchen, he quickly sucked the noodles from the corner of his mouth into it, and pointed to the food basket next to the bowl with the chopsticks in his hand enthusiastically.

"It's good for the hall master to eat. ”

A trace of disgust quickly passed through his eyes.

"Hey"

Liang Meng jumped off the stool and held chopsticks to block Yun Xuchen's way.

In other words, with this flexible skill, the injury should be almost healed.

Yun Xuchen turned sideways, twisted his eyebrows, and looked at her impatiently. Liang Meng pursed his oily mouth, scratched the tip of his nose a little uncomfortably, and a drop of sweat was scraped off.

The terrifying bruises on his face had turned a faint yellow, as if he had mistakenly taken ginger pieces as rouge gouache and smeared all over his face.

"Why don't you eat some?"

That sincere tone and small expression can undoubtedly move the tough guy to cry.

"Don't eat it!"

The rejection is crisp and neat. Sure enough, Yun Xuchen is tougher than a tough guy.

If you don't eat, you won't eat, I'm not enough.

Liang Meng rolled his eyes at Yun Xuchen's departing back, muttered and returned to the table, looking at the unfinished bowl and the large bowl in the food basket.

His eyes narrowed, and he smiled contentedly.

It's another decadent day of sitting and eating and waiting for death

"Legend~~"

Yun Nian didn't have a comfortable rattan chair to lie on, only a wooden bench with a writ cramp in her ass that had been sitting for a long time.

The sun was shining and the breeze was pleasant. Liang Meng was bored with food and drink, so he moved a chair and sat outside Yunnian Gate to bask in the sun with his eyes closed.

"Hall Master. ”

Our legendary cutie crouches beside his head with his hands on his cheeks.

From time to time, I looked up at Liang Meng, who was sleeping with his eyes closed, and then at the pure sky where the white clouds were floating. That's aggrieved and stupid.

"Your hall master is about to grow mushrooms, what do you say you should do?"

Since she was injured, she has lived a life of a poor lady in Yunnian.

It had been a long, long time since she had breathed the air outside the Cloud Dream Hall.

She's going to get moldy!

"But Yun Xuchen said that the injuries on the hall master's body have not healed yet, and his fingers are even worse, if he goes out"

"Oops, why are you so grinding. ”

Before the legend's worried words could be finished, he was interrupted impatiently by Liang Meng.

"Yun Xuchen Yun Xuchen, in the end, he is the hall master, I am the hall master. I said I could go out, I could get out. ”

It was hard to wait for Yun Xuchen to go out today, and he finally turned over and became the master, and he had this opportunity to give orders.

If you don't catch it quickly, if you want to go out, you don't know that you have to wait until the Year of the Monkey.

"Are you going?"

Liang Meng stood up, holding up a stump hand, and the other domineering pinched his waist, his eyes threatening the legend.

The legend held his cheeks and hesitated

Liang Meng glared and gave an ultimatum

"If you don't go, I'll go myself. When Yun Xuchen came back, I told him that you dragged me out. ”

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Are today's leaders so willful?

After all, the arms can't twist the thighs.

The legendary cutie followed behind the high-spirited Liang Meng and walked towards the outside of Yunmeng Hall.

Church Master

Church Master

Church Master

As soon as he walked out of the door of Yunmengtang, one after another of concern surged up.

The wound on Liang Meng's face was almost healed, and the scars on Yin Ziyan's red had faded, leaving only a trace of red marks at the corners of his eyes. It's like someone accidentally brushed it with a brush.

Not only does it not show hideous and ugly, but there is still a bit of charm in the flow of beautiful eyes.

The swollen fingers have also returned to their original slender length, but they still need to be applied regularly every day.

While carefully protecting the injured hand, he smiled lightly and responded to everyone's intimate greetings.

After looking at the gap, he didn't forget to look back at the legend of a few people who were about to bump into Liang Meng with expressionless faces, and smiled toothlessly.

Look at the popularity of the main hall!!

Tut-tut-tsk-tut-tsk

"Hall Master, you have to pay attention to what you eat in the future. ”

"Yes, hall master. The sweet potatoes that have just come out of the pot are very hot. ”

"Hall Master, you can't eat that hot sweet potato if you're in a hurry. It only burns the tongue and burns the fingers. ”

"Yes, hall master, no matter how hungry you are, let's wait until it's cooler before eating. ”

"Hall master, don't cook at night, it's really easy to bump into the black light. ”

"Hey, hall master, let Xiao Yezi cook whatever you want to eat in the future. Don't do it yourself. ”

"Yes, hall master. ”

“”

The words of concern were one after another, but Liang Meng gradually became tired of listening.

How did she seem to hear a not-so-good version of her wounded finger.

Liang Meng's eyes asked the legend, and the legend returned with a white-toothed smirk.

Finally, the warm and sincere concern gradually dissipated. Liang Meng and Legend continued to stroll forward leisurely.

When she met a few people who were in the store to greet her, Liang Meng smiled at them and nodded.

"Legend, did you hear what they just said, what do you mean?"

"What's sweet potatoes again, and it's too hot. What does it have to do with my hands being too hot with sweet potatoes?"

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"The Church Master"

The legend looked at Aunt Hong, who was wearing heavy makeup, gratefully, and looked at her with a moving look that had never been seen before. I almost wiped my tears.

Aunt Hong's appearance!

"Aunt Hong. ”

Liang Meng smiled lightly, bowed his head slightly, and responded gently. He stopped before leaving.

Aunt Hong walked out of Sheli in a blue coarse cloth long skirt, and her wide sleeved robe swayed, like the wings of a butterfly, and flew towards Liang Meng.

It's just that the appearance is a little ugly.

Strangely, the pillow book that had always followed Aunt Hong was gone.

Liang Meng looked over Aunt Hong's shoulder and swept away from Sheli, but didn't see the cold and arrogant black cat.

"I heard that the hall master was injured, but he is much better?"

"Yes, much better. Thank you Aunt Hong for your concern. ”

Liang Meng withdrew his searching gaze, raised his hand and shook it, his tone brisk.

"You are our hall master, and you should care. It's just the hall master. ”

Aunt Hong's face was full of unnatural folds with a smile, and the thick fat powder that had been smeared fell down. His dim and cloudy eyes stared at Liang Meng's injured hand, and he stopped talking.

"What's the matter, Aunt Hong, just say it directly. ”

Liang Meng can see that her injured hand really has a story that she doesn't know.

"Hall Master, this hand is much better, isn't it?"

Aunt Hong slurred and asked very carefully.

Liang Meng could see at a glance that Aunt Hong's question was insincere.

"Much better. ”

Liang Meng said, raising his tightly wrapped hand and shaking it again.

"I also need to apply ointment every day, so this cloth has to be wrapped every day. Except for a little itching, it doesn't hurt at all. ”

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