In the end, seeing her squeak, the considerate subordinate boss didn't ask any more, but led Yin Liucai along the small pond in the courtyard, passing under the weeping willows full of yellow leaves. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 When he was passing through the willows, the realm lord left the house and pointed to the building on the side, intending to tell Yin Liucai that she would live here for the past few days, but she didn't want no one to come up to answer.

When I looked back, I saw Yin Liucai by the small pond, and his face was covered with weeping willows that were still full of dense willow leaves, but the person froze and didn't move: "Thirteen? ”

When the realm lord left the house and brushed away the layers of willow silk, what he saw was a slightly wet face, and his eyes were red under his faint eyebrows. Yin Liucai smiled at him when he saw him brushing away the willow silk and not wiping away his tears: "The leaves have hit my eyes." ”

Honestly, there is absolutely no pretentious sadness and sadness.

But who can believe what she says, whether others believe it or not, anyway, the realm lord seems to not believe it: "Homesick, I remember that when you were young, your home was also full of weeping willows, and the humane willows were not good, but your family did not shy away from it." ”

At this time, he said no, how hypocritical, how unbelievable, Yin Liucai took advantage of the slope to get off the donkey, nodded and said, "Well, there is a little." ”

"Then stay here for a few more days, and these dozen willow trees will be moved from your house."

After listening to this, Yin Liucai remembered that the realm lord had an old friendship with Yin Shisan's father, and the friendship between men was sometimes very strange, not to mention such things as begging for willow saplings between them, and even more unbelievable things had been done: "Okay." ”

After thinking about it, Yin Liucai's stomach began to rebel again, and she was hungry.

The realm lord glanced down at her neck, the smile lines in the corners of his eyes suddenly deepened a lot, and he pointed at the seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl who fell far behind them and said, "Whatever you want to eat, just tell them." ”

"I want to eat chicken noodle soup." Yin Liucai had actually tried very hard to restrain himself and not miss his hometown, but the realm lord mentioned the home of the witch Yin Thirteen, which made Yin Liucai can't help but think about it. I still remember that when she was at home in the past, whenever there was anything bad, or when she returned from a long trip or was going to go away, her parents would make her a bowl of chicken noodle soup.

The golden butter flowers float on the rich chicken soup, and the soft chicken is stacked on the thin silver noodle line, at this time, any toppings are superfluous, only need to add a little more chives, delicious and simple, it is the taste of home that is painstaking but spring breeze and rain. It seems simple and simple, but in fact, the chicken soup alone needs to be boiled for half a day.

"Have you eaten and gone out for a walk in the evening?" When subordinates need comfort, the boss should be as warm as spring - this is what Yin Liucai said not long ago when the master of the Seventh Prison stabbed his followers half to death.

"Just go out for a walk and don't do anything else, right?" Yin Liucai means, don't rob the house to make money and kill people, after all, everyone is in the demon world, and the so-called going out for a walk, of course, should imply such a meaning.

"What else does Thirteen want to do?"

"No, we'll just walk, that's enough." After Yin Liucai finished speaking, he quickly turned around and communicated with the little girls about how to make chicken noodle soup, the noodles must be as thin as a hair, and they will be cooked as soon as the boiling water is hot. The chicken soup must be made with a year-old hen, and the ginger should be fried first and then stewed in the pot, and the stewed soup must be skimmed off with blood foam. She likes to add some codonopsis and jade bamboo to the chicken soup, and the wolfberries must be sprinkled after the soup is off the fire, otherwise they will rot in the soup.

The little girls watched Yin Liucai come out of their minds, out of their minds, and then out of their minds, and the monks had no desire for eating, and most of them were meticulous and particular about spiritual food, such ordinary worldly food, it is really rare to see such a particular one. The most important thing is that they have never seen or heard of this noodle thinner than a hair, and they dare not guarantee that the kitchen will make it.

"Prison Master Yin, the chicken soup is easy to say, this noodles as thin as a hair still need to wait for the slave to ask the cook first."

"It's really not good, I'll come." In modern times, Yin Liucai didn't dare to say that she could do it, but now that she is in the Qi refining period, kneading noodles should not be a problem.

However, the ideal is beautiful, the reality is cruel, and in the end, it is the cook in the kitchen who sees the doorway, and starts with three or two strokes, stopping the noodles as thin as a hair, and the roots are evenly proportioned. The noodles are pulled down to boiling water and boiled, turned over a few times and cooked thoroughly, scooped up and put into the chicken soup, stacked the chicken and sprinkled with green onions, Yin Liucai smelled the nose and eyes were sour, and even the heart, liver and lungs were sour.

What Yin Liucai didn't expect was that the realm lord Lishe actually came over to eat a bowl of noodles with her, and praised the taste was very good after eating. After resting for a while, the realm lord left the house and took Yin Liucai out for a walk, which was really a pure walk and a look at the scenery.

The night of the northern gathering of Lingzhou was dyed orange in a patch of starry lights, and the mountains in the distance were traced into a piece of green under the moonlight. When floating in the middle of the sky without moving, the stars in the sky seem to be within reach, so close that they can be taken off at any time and set on the hairpin ring as an embellishment.

Yin Liucai was half-lying on the cloud bed, his hands on his head, his mind was empty, and he was thinking wildly, at this moment he was still thinking about the undulating chest lines of the realm lord was really good, and the next moment he was thinking about the various novels she read at a certain station back then, the domineering president, the black-bellied prince, the cool general or something. There is a melodious flute sound in the evening breeze, and the flute's skills are mediocre, but in the wind from afar, there is no reason to bring a little melodious emptiness, but it is very pleasant, and the unevenness of the skill is filled by the moonlight.

The sound of the flute rode the evening breeze, and suddenly sent a wisp of light fragrance, which was a slight hint of warmth and a hint of floral fragrance, which was very charming. Yin Liucai raised his head slightly to find the direction where the wind sent incense, but saw that Ji Zhangzhang, who he had seen during the day, was standing in the distance, and a pair of Yingying apricot eyes were looking towards them, his eyes were full of hidden waves.

"Realm Lord."

"When someone else passes by, you don't care what he does, just stay for yourself."

But the realm lord ......, "That's your ex-fiancée, Yin Liucai was so anxious that he almost bit his tongue."

The realm lord glanced at her sideways, and reached out to cover her mouth: "I just realized something, don't make a noise for the time being, and tell me to think again." ”

When the Realm Lord's hand was covered, Yin Liucai was licking his lips, but this lick not only licked his lips, but also licked the hot palm of the Realm Lord's Departure, Yin Liucai: ......

Enlightened Realm Lord: ......

He only felt that the palm was a little wet and soft, greasy and lightly touched his palm, and he couldn't help but feel a little itchy, this itch went from the palm to the heart and liver, and then went to the spiritual platform, and the touch of a short moment could not be lingered for a long time.

Yin Liucai stared at the realm lord leaving the house with round eyes, and the realm lord left the house without a smile on his face, and even looked at Yin Liucai quite solemnly. Yin Liucai quickly retracted his gaze, and couldn't help but quietly look at the realm lord from the corner of his eye, looking at it and taking it back, taking it back and looking at it, back and forth without stopping.

After a long time, the realm lord left the house and laughed out loud in the "slight shame" that Yin Liucai stole at him from time to time. No matter what Yin Liucai was thinking, the realm lord thought that she was shy, not much shy, only a little, but everything was just right The point was the most moving: "Thirteen, you like it so much?" ”

Yin Liucai: No, the realm lord misunderstood, it's not me, it's Yin Shisan and the girl behind you who like you, I'm here to make soy sauce!