Seeing Jiang Chan's clear gaze, Qingyuan simply changed the topic: "I won't interfere with your choice of tasks this time, do you want to take some time to do a task?" ”

Jiang Chan pointed his finger at Qingyuan, "I know that you are trying to kidnap me to do the task, when I think that I still have to reforge the flesh body for you, I will be bald, I don't know where to find this method of recasting the flesh, is it also in the world of cultivating immortals?"

"I don't know, let's take it one step at a time. Qingyuan also fell silent, and there was a sudden silence between the two.

Jiang Chan raised his eyebrows: "I remember watching a TV series before, didn't there be a child named Nezha, who shaved bones and returned his father to flesh and ring his mother, and later his master used lotus root to recast his flesh for him?"

"I have also carefully studied your local myths and legends, it is not very realistic, that lotus root is the white lotus root of the white jade Ruyi in the hands of Yuan Shi Tianzun, the origin of this white root is not small, where is there such a legendary thing? I can only look at it step by step. ”

Qingyuan sighed: "If it really doesn't work, I will take the path of soul cultivation, but this is also the next step, if I can cultivate in the flesh, who wants to take this path?"

Jiang Chan comforted her: "I'll try my best to help you find it, after all, you've met once." ”

"So, do you want to do a mission now?" Qingyuan changed his expression in a second, looking like a Zhou peeling, and he almost followed Jiang Chan with a small leather whip.

"Okay, okay, can't I go to do the task?" Jiang Chan raised his hand to surrender, it happened that this class was a Chinese class, and seeing the teacher's request to do the test papers, her heart moved slightly, and the person arrived in the task hall.

Qingyuan said that if she didn't interfere with her task, she didn't appear, but it didn't mean that she wouldn't do anything else, but thinking about Jiang Chan's cold face, Qingyuan moved his fingers, and still gave up the idea of cheating.

It's better to wait for Jiang Chan to relax her vigilance and then send her to the world she is optimistic about, at that time, even if it is a task that she doesn't like, Jiang Chan will have to do it hard.

Hehehe, leaving a string of laughter, Qingyuan hidden. Jiang Chan in the mission hall only felt a hint of coolness floating behind her, she shook her head, it was estimated that Qing Yuan was secretly planning some small conspiracy again.

I can't find out each other's personalities anymore, what Qingyuan thinks she can't guess This can be regarded as a little fun for them to get along with, let's see the moves.

Sitting down in the mission hall, Jiang Chan summoned a group of light, and after reading the client's life quickly, Jiang Chan raised his eyebrows: "I took this task." ”

"Han Chenguang, why are you so careless? We worked hard for two hours, and you just fell to the ground like this?"

"This is the homework to be handed in in the club, and we have to redo it again, Senior Liang Chen also asked me to go to the movies together later, where can I find time?"

"Can you do one thing well? I don't know what you're doing with us all day?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm going to redo it now," a resigned female voice sounded, her tone full of apology and caution.

As soon as Jiang Chan realized it, he heard three sharp female voices, accusing you and me.

When I looked closely, a round girl was squatting on the ground to clean up the cake that had accidentally fallen on the ground. This should be a classroom, and there are twenty or thirty students in the classroom, most of them girls, and everyone is looking at the girls squatting on the ground with amusement at the moment.

"It turned out to be at this point in time. A glimmer of light flashed in Jiang Chan's eyes, and she glanced at the base of the cake in front of her, which was still unadorned, neither milk nor fruit.

"I'll help you clean up," Jiang Chan stood up, found a mop and a broom, and helped Han Chenguang, who was the focus of the crowd, clean up the mess.

"What's the use of you just tidying up? We can't turn in our homework, and we have to do it again in the next class. A delicate-looking girl said hatefully, and at the same time glared at Han Chenguang fiercely.

Han Chenguang shrank like a frightened little quail.

Jiang Chan's expression turned cold: "People make mistakes, right? Besides, is it true that Han Chenguang didn't do a good job? Isn't someone bumping into her? You guys are really good, don't go to the culprit to settle accounts, and bully a little girl here." ”

"She's in front of you, who hit her, don't you see?" Jiang Chan's gaze swept to a tall boy in the team next to him, touching Jiang Chan's sight, and the boy's face was a little uncomfortable.

He touched his nose: "I'm really sorry, I didn't expect you to hold this cake steady, or I'll pay you one?"

The girl next to the boy was also embarrassed, "Why don't I give this to you, my boyfriend didn't mean it." ”

A well-dressed girl pouted: "No need, just the way you do it, the president will definitely fail." ”

"How do you talk?" the girl was anxious, Jiang Chan put the mop back in the corner of the classroom, "Okay, what do you have to say to this kind of person? Isn't it just to compensate you for a cake? You wait for me for ten minutes, Chenguang, can you do it with me? I need your help!"

Han Chenguang nodded hurriedly: "Of course you can, it's just that I'm clumsy, will I cause you trouble?"

Jiang Chan sighed and pulled Han Chenguang to sit down in his place: "Silly girl, you can't do it and get familiar with it slowly, where in this world is there anyone who is born to do this?"

This is a cooking club in the school, and it just so happens that this week's homework is to learn to make a cake, which is also listed as the club's assessment results. Jiang Chan glanced at the tools on the workbench, and already had a case in his heart.

"Morning light, you whip the cream, cut everything into the fruit, and I'll do the rest." After arranging Han Chenguang's work, Jiang Chan began to move. Originally, this was a ten-inch cake base, and Jiang Cicada carefully divided two round cake bases.

One was naturally compensated to the three girls on behalf of Han Chenguang, and the other was Jiang Chan's own homework. Over there, Han Chenguang's cream was also dissolved, and Jiang Chan looked at it a little: "You did it very well, it's very good!"

Han Chenguang smiled shyly and stood beside Jiang Chan, as soon as he came into contact with the cream, Jiang Chan thought of Jiang Yun's days in the West Point House. It's just a cake, is it necessary to be so exaggerated?

The spatula quickly smoothed out the cream, and Jiang Cicada turned the cake base below with one hand, holding the piping bag in the other, and one after another exquisite patterns appeared on the cake surface.

Seeing that it was a bit monotonous, Jiang Chan quickly made two roses and went up, and then garnished with the fruit cut by Han Chenguang, and a beautiful cake was completed.