"Morning." Yan Bei said with a smile.

"Early." Song Yuanqiao bowed his head, and by the way, he deliberately glanced at Yan Bei's hand, but did not see any wooden sticks or other objects, which can be regarded as truly waking up from the nightmare.

"Are you ......" He looked at Yan Bei's smile and asked suspiciously, "It's early in the morning, but what's wrong?" ”

"Yes." Yan Bei nodded and asked directly, "I just wanted to ask Qingshu's taste, what he likes to eat, do you know?" Can you tell me? ”

Song Yuanqiao didn't expect that she came to block her door early in the morning for this matter, and was surprised.

Raising his eyes to look at Yan Bei, seeing that her eyes were clear and sincere, he raised his hand and motioned for her to get out of the way first, and after turning around and locking the door, he replied while walking towards the martial arts training ground:

"Qingshu has a light taste, but it is not a picky eater, and it eats everything."

Receiving such a useless answer, Yan Bei almost rolled his eyes speechlessly.

Angrily asked, "Aren't you his own father?" Don't you even know what your son likes to eat? ”

"This ......" Song Yuanqiao was asked, because he really didn't know what kind of food his son liked to eat.

Fortunately, a savior came halfway, Zhang Xisong appeared behind him with a sword, first shouted to Yan Bei to say hello to his sister-in-law, and then replied with a smile:

"Qingshu likes to drink chicken soup the most, because our Wudang meat is less fishy, so every time as long as the chicken is stewed in the kitchen, he must drink three bowls of chicken soup to feel satisfied."

Hearing this, Yan Bei really had nothing to say to Song Yuanqiao's father.

Look, everyone who is an uncle knows that one of your own fathers doesn't know at all!

It seemed that Yan Bei's resentment was too strong, and Zhang Xisong hurriedly explained with a smile: "Senior brother is busy watching things on weekdays, and there are few opportunities to eat with the big guys, so naturally he can't observe Qingshu's preferences from time to time. ”

Saying that, he also returned Yan Bei's army, and sighed lukewarmly: "Alas~, a big man is both a father and a mother, ordinary people can't do it, in my opinion, the senior brother has done a good job, sister-in-law, don't condemn him anymore." ”

"I condemn him?" Yan Bei raised his eyebrows, laughed at the words hidden in the cotton, glanced at Song Yuanqiao, and said jokingly: "This is a dignified Song hero, I dare not condemn it!"

After speaking, Zhang Xisong nodded, turned around and walked towards the kitchen, leaving the two brothers and sisters looking at each other, shaking their heads and smiling bitterly.

A powerful woman is really not something that ordinary people can afford.

It was still early, Yan Bei deliberately went to the kitchen to ask the cook for a stove, borrowed a black chicken from Wudang Guanli, and killed Song Qingshu to stew chicken soup.

When the chicken soup was stewed, it was time for breakfast in Wudang Guanli, and the morning practice disciples rushed to the kitchen, and Song Qingshu was among them.

As soon as he arrived at the door of the kitchen, before he entered, he smelled the strong aroma of chicken soup wafting out, Song Qingshu's eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked loudly while rushing towards the kitchen:

"Xiaoshan, did you stew chicken today? I can smell it from afar! ”

Xiaoshan is the cook in the kitchen, and when he heard this, he glanced at Yan Bei who was standing in front of the chicken soup, and was about to answer, when Song Qingshu had already rushed in.

Now he doesn't need to explain anymore, a discerning person can see it at a glance.

"Mother!" Song Qingshu was surprised and delighted, and walked forward quickly, looking at the chicken soup in front of Yan Bei, he couldn't believe it.

"You stewed the chicken?" He asked in surprise.

Yan Bei bowed his head, raised his hand and pointed to the seat opposite, motioning for him to sit down.

Song Qingshu bowed his head and sat down excitedly waiting for her next move.

Yan Bei picked up the prepared porcelain bowl and filled him with a large bowl of chicken soup, put it in front of him, and motioned for him to hurry up and taste it to see if it tasted good.

Song Qingshu nodded violently, looked at the person in front of him, and then looked at the soup in front of him, and the joy in his heart was about to overflow.

After scooping and drinking a third of the chicken soup with a spoon, the taste of the chicken soup began to explode in the mouth, fragrant and sweet, with the right shade, and it was not greasy and did not feel that the taste was not enough.

It's so delicious!

Take the spoon away, drink it directly with a bowl, and eat a bowl of belly, only to feel that I am extremely happy at the moment.

Of course, it would be better if Sister Zhiruo was also there.

"How? Is it delicious? Yan Bei asked with a smile.

Song Qingshu nodded, and did not hesitate to be stingy with us: "Mother, this is the best chicken soup I have ever tasted!" ”

[Ding, Mother value +10, current Mother value 30/80]

Hearing the system prompt, Yan Bei was a little crying and laughing, this son is really easy to coax.

Carefully looked at the appearance of the young man in front of him, and was surprised to find that he really looked a little like himself.

The same black eyes, the same lip shape, the same straight nose bridge, except for the face shape and eyebrow shape like Song Yuanqiao, the rest and her are simply carved out of the same mold.

Being stared at, Song Qingshu was a little embarrassed, put down the bowl that no longer had chicken soup, got up and said, "Mother, I still have some things, let's go first." ”

As he spoke, he turned around and was about to leave.

Looking like that, it seems to be preparing for the rhythm of going down the mountain.

When Yan Bei saw it, his eyes narrowed instantly, he got up slowly, and shouted to him as he walked out.

"Qingshu, you wait a minute."

"What?" Song Qingshu looked back at her.

"Don't you want to learn swordsmanship with me?" Asking, I saw that the young man's eyes lit up, and the smile on his face deepened, "It's better to choose a day than to hit the day, if you are free now, give me a rehearsal of what you have learned first, so that I can see where your shortcomings are." ”

Hearing this, Song Qingshu was suddenly embarrassed, he originally wanted to go down the mountain to find Zhou Zhiruo, but now he was really interested in the things proposed by his mother, and he didn't know how to choose for a while.

Seeing that he was so entangled, Yan Bei showed a gentle smile again, and asked in a mysterious whisper: "Before, in Guangmingding, I saw that you seemed to be a little different from Emei Zhou Zhiruo, I don't know if my mother can be the one who listens?" ”

Speaking of this, seeing that the young man took the bait, but he didn't dare to admit that he was ready to refute, he preemptively said: "My mother was also young, and it is impossible for you to hide your little caution from me, a person who has come over." ”

"Now I'm asking you, are you free?"

After a pause for two seconds, Song Qingshu nodded a little embarrassedly.

With his own consent, Yan Bei immediately took the person to the courtyard where he lived, sat under the porch, raised his hand to signal Song Qingshu to demonstrate his swordsmanship to him now, and at the same time quietly took out a video stone and prepared for the recording.

Song Qingshu didn't doubt it, hugged his fist slightly, drew out his long sword and began to demonstrate it to Yan Bei, but he didn't know that his mother secretly recorded all his movements.

It took an hour for Song Qingshu to demonstrate all the sword moves he had learned.

By this time, it was already noon, and if he had to descend the mountain now, he would probably not be able to reach the nearest accommodation.

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