"Is there pressure from public opinion...... I stopped what I was doing and thought about it, "If you sister and I are free, I can write the case of the 3,000 battalions into a ninety-nine eighty-one book, serialize it in Guangmuzhi, and sell it to the storyteller under the overpass by the way, so that we can not only get a considerable income, but also let the whole world know the notoriety of the second prince, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone, what do you think?" ”

Xiao Shu's eyes lit up, and then he smiled bitterly: "Well, except that we will be killed by the second prince, there is really no harm in others." ”

"So," I continued, "I'm glad you're busy." ”

Xiaoshu frowned and looked at the black and bitter unknown object in the porcelain basin in my hand, perhaps thinking of the experience of me telling him to worship the poison doctor as his teacher, and suddenly had an inspiration: "Sister, what are you doing here...... Poison refining?! ”

The corner of my forehead twitched, and I said angrily: "Yes! Poison refining! "I was very depressed in my heart, baking a cake in my previous life was basically such a step, how did it become a nuclear reactor? It seems that the lack of an oven is the crux of the problem, and I really miss the electric era...... Turning his head and deliberately sneering at Xiao Shu, "We in the Tang Sect refining poison are the most particular about clinical trials to ensure the effect, since you happen to be in the ...... Come, help my sister taste it? ”

"Uh......"

"Come on, don't be afraid!" I continued to smile sinisterly, "The so-called death and rebirth, if you don't know it, you will gain some kind of superpower, and from then on you can do anything in heaven and earth." ”

Xiaoshu looked at me very nervously, and then looked at the "Magnificent Poison" in my hand, and finally said with a regretful face: "It's not that I don't help you, it's just because after the Ming Dynasty was martyred, the dynasty is not stable, the people's hearts are scattered, the south is barbarian and the north is coveting, the Central Plains, the court is up and down, and the undercurrent is surging." I, Leng Jiashu, have the talent of the heavens and the earth, and the ambition to stabilize the country," he arched his hand at me awe-inspiringly, "Forgive me for not being able to die today!" With that, Qi Yu turned around and walked away.

I was left in the kitchen, watching him step out of the door in an awe-inspiring step, and then ran away without a shadow, feeling that if this kid was born in the next life, he would definitely be an actor.

The next day, when I was carrying a basket of crab shell yellow baked cakes and walking on the road dappled with the scorching sun of early summer, I still felt a little regretful about the cake that I had made three times last night and still ended in failure.

reminds me of a love adage in my previous life: To capture a man's heart, you must first grab a man's stomach.

But only if you know what the man likes to eat.

I've been thinking about this question for a long time but I don't have an answer. I have the impression that someone is not a picky eater at all, except for a bun that claims to have eaten half of a finger, and has not made any comments on any food.

I think this is a profession, and it is dangerous for a high-risk professional like Jinyiwei to be exposed to his eating habits.

Then again, why should I grab his stomach?

Didn't he say yes to himself before he came, but just "routinely visited" his friend and life-saving benefactor, so that he could feel the spring-like warmth of revolutionary comrades?

I touched my hot cheeks, looked up again, and found that I had arrived at the door of the quiet courtyard.

Qin Lang has a private residence in the south of Jinling City, but the usage rate is not high, and it is only for him to come back and live on a rare day of rest. Since a few days ago, he was attacked by the Tang Sect killer at the old Taoist priest, and he reluctantly made the cruelty in his body rag a little more, so after returning to Jinling, the fat man generously promised him a few days of vacation, so that he could cultivate quietly at home, and use his skills to turn poison.