Xue Ling sliced the beef with a knife.

Although she said that her cooking skills were not good, she was complained by He Ping that she would put less salt next time, but it was just that Xue Ling's own taste was a little heavier.

Besides, taking a step back, even if Xue Ling's cooking skills are really poor, the girl's knife work is really not covered.

Just like now, although there is only a piece of boiled spiced old yellow beef in his hand, the beef that comes out of the slices is still as thin as paper and as bright as a mirror, and it is properly surrounded by a bright red peony flower on the plate.

But Xue Ling looked at the two water words "fake", as well as Fang Bei, who was pounding garlic juice with an expressionless face, and his heart fluctuated for a while, and he couldn't say anything.

Although she knew that she shouldn't talk nonsense at this time.

However, as a bee wing, she generally does not engage in front-line combat missions, which means that she has to know the details of the entire mission, the intelligence of the mission objectives, and the retreat route.

If Fang Bei is the sharp sword, then Xue Ling is the one who maintains the sword.

In extreme cases, I'm afraid it's not impossible to recommend a pillow seat.

And according to the intelligence, Ning Huaiyuan, an outcast of the Huashan faction, came to the Xiao Soul Inn at noon today, and now the person in the lobby is right no matter the time and appearance and even the sword in his hand, isn't it an assassination next?

Anyway, the Sky Soul Inn is its own territory, and the time and place are favorable.

But don't you say it's a fake?

Where is the fake? Why can't I see it?

Xue Ling said in his heart.

In his ears, Fang Bei's voice sounded unhurriedly: "Is the beef slice ready?" ”

Xue Ling looked up and saw that Fang Bei had already pounded the garlic juice, and stretched out her hand to ask her for beef.

Xue Ling could only put two plates of sliced Dengying beef on the plate and handed them to Fang Bei, Fang Bei also poured bright red chili oil on the garlic juice he had pounded, put it in the corner of the tray, and when he reached out to pick it up, he found that Xue Ling's side did not let go.

Don't look up at the girl, her hair was covered in a headscarf so that her hair would not fall into the food, her hands were slender but greasy, after all, she had cut the beef, she didn't look like an assassin at all, she really looked like a cook.

"Are you sure?" Xue Ling opened his mouth and asked softly.

A smile appeared on the corner of Fang Bei's mouth: "Of course it's certain." ”

Xue Ling let go of his hand and let Fang Bei take the plate of beef away, his steps were brisk, and his singing voice spread from the lobby to the kitchen: "Two plates of cooked beef, please use it slowly." ”

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The guest who was suspected of being Ning Huaiyuan had eaten a plate of beef, two bowls of rice wine, and two fires, and then packed another eight fires and a plate of beef, turned around and paid to go out, and it was only four o'clock in the afternoon.

After the guests left, Fang Bei did everything as usual, continued to greet the guests to stay in the hotel, constantly sent food from Xue Ling's kitchen, served tea and water, and was extremely busy, until it closed, Fang Bei extinguished the lantern under the sign, and when the door panel was put down, it was the time for the Xiao Soul Inn to have dinner.

The dinner at the Xiao Soul Inn has always been simple, two meat and two vegetarian dishes, four dishes and one soup, the staple food is unlimited steamed buns or fire, and sometimes some white rice will be steamed, but occasionally for it.

Fortunately, whether it is Xue Ling or Fang Bei He Ping, they are basically so-so, and they are northerners and are used to pasta.

What's more, the monthly money of the Sky Soul Inn is extremely limited, but the advantage is that the inn has food and accommodation, so that this limited monthly money can become a simple pocket money, rather than a necessary expense for survival.

When Xue Ling served the food, He Ping was already sitting at the top of the square table in the lobby, don't sit on the other side, Xue Ling sat down and served He Ping a bowl of egg drop soup first-although Xue Ling had never been such a waiter at home, but the girl remembered her identity, so she never showed any flaws.

"Why did you give up the assassination of Ning Huaiyuan today?" Before Xue Ling could speak, He Ping had already asked.

Xue Ling was a little surprised, but there were only three of them here, although the bee inducer did not participate in the specific action, but He Ping, the bee inducer, was not only the only way for the two of them to contact their superiors, but also the only direct leader, and the proprietress of the Xiao Soul Inn, she saw everything that happened here, so she couldn't ignore it.

"Because it's a fake." Fang Bei said calmly.

"How so?" He Ping asked.

"I remember when Sister Ping taught me, she said that the most important thing to be an assassin is not to complete the goal, nor to retreat smoothly after completing the goal." Fang Bei was eating the eggs and scrambled garlic sprouts made by Xue Ling with chopsticks, and said casually:

"It's about finding the right target."

"It's as if an Assassin chooses either to assassinate the client's target or to assassinate the client, then the mission will not fail."

The young man said slowly on the table, Xue Ling watched him chatter about the dishes on the table, and hurriedly grabbed the dishes with him, and at the same time pricked up his ears to listen to what he said.

Regarding today's sudden abandonment of the task, Xue Ling was very strange, but after all, the other party was a bee needle and had the right to refuse the task in the end.

But in the same way, after refusing, he must also convince the other party in front of the bee inducer so that he will not be punished.

"It's a little bit less salt this time." Fang Bei suddenly looked at Xue Ling and said.

The girl's face turned red instantly, but He Ping opened her mouth in time to relieve the siege and said: "I asked her to cook less salt in the future, this girl has a heavy taste." ”

"Keep talking about yours."

Fang Bei shook his head, sandwiched two slices of vinegared cabbage next to him, and continued: "In short, if you kill the wrong target, not only will you not be rewarded, but you will also let the real target escape, which will not only lose your reputation and waste your work, this is the biggest failure." ”

"Then how do you know that Ning Huaiyuan is a fake?" Xue Ling couldn't help but speak, but his heart was a little weak.

After all, if Ning Huaiyuan is so really fake, then what is he?

"Because, Ning Huaiyuan is an outcast of the Huashan faction." Fang Bei said quietly: "Although I know that the most famous outcast of the Huashan Sect is Linghu Chong......"

"Who is Ling Hu Chong?" Xue Ling couldn't help but ask.

The most famous Huashan outcast? Why hasn't she heard of it herself?

"I saw it in a very strange record of strange heroes, and the name seems to be called Xiaoao Jianghu." Fang Bei explained solemnly: "In short, let's talk about this Ning Huaiyuan first, according to the intelligence, he killed his fellow disciples, and then defected down the mountain, the Huashan faction laid a net in Shaanxi, but in the end he escaped, but after escaping, he did not march towards the Western Regions, where the demon gate is entrenched, and when he arrives there, he, an outcast who is not tolerated by the famous and decent family, will have a glimmer of life." ”

"Of course, it may be that the Huashan faction is too tightly defended in the direction of the Western Regions, and he has no way to break through."

"But anyway."

Fang Bei looked at Xue Ling: "If you are Ning Huaiyuan, you betrayed and killed your brother, and you are even suspected of stealing the manuscript of Zixia Divine Skill, will you still dress up as a person from the rivers and lakes and swagger into the territory of Los Angeles?" ”

Xue Ling was asked at that moment.