mentioned how to toss money for a cool, and the two talked and laughed.

He didn't pay any attention to the person who was following him, and his brows were already knotted.

A scoop dug up all the bamboo sprouts in the surrounding field, but I didn't see anything like a poisonous mushroom.

Just as he began to suspect that he had been tricked, he heard Qingyan screaming behind him.

"A scoop, you're so good, you actually dug up a poisonous mushroom!"

"Really?" A scoop ran over, and sure enough, he saw a small ugly mushroom next to Zhumeng.

"So this is the dew flower mushroom." He subconsciously wanted to reach for it.

"If you don't want to die, just take it." Qingyan said coolly.

A scoop hurriedly hugged his hand.

Lan Shen took out the mud pot prepared in advance, used a branch to dig the mushroom into the pot with roots and soil, and handed it to a scoop.

A scoop was held nervously, afraid to touch it.

"You can go back first, and we'll take care of that." Qingyan said to him.

It's not close to the academy, and Ichiraksu is trying to remind the three of them that they don't know how to use Edgeworth, and if they don't go back together, they will have to walk back.

On second thought, hemph, let's let them walk.

"Elder Zhongli is still waiting, then I'll leave first." A scoop smiled meaningfully.

Before they could react, they immediately ran.

"It's pretty fast." Qingyan smiled, "Hurry up and put away the bamboo shoots, go back and let the cook braise them, and the soup is delicious." ”

Qingyan thinks that her cultivation is shallow, not a great person, and Da Linshan has a dew flower mushroom and bucktooth seed, so she doesn't need to worry about the rest.

The conductor Congfeng and Lan Shen took the bamboo shoots as much as possible, they really couldn't take them, and she was not afraid of getting dirty, so she held the rest of the land herself.

I took the most from the wind, and my hand was uncomfortably pierced by the tip of the bamboo shoot.

Turning his head, he saw her smiling face, brisk steps, and still smiled.

Back in Xiaolinshan, the bamboo shoots were moved to the East Kitchen, and Qingyan seemed to remember that Congfeng was still a serious injury and had just recovered from an injury.

"You just go back to the house and get some rest." She couldn't wait to go.

From the wind took her wrist and half-lowered his eyelids did not look at her.

"Huh?" Qingyan turned.

"I haven't taken the medicine today."

"Oh, I almost forgot!"

You can't drop the medicine, otherwise you will leave a scar.

Qingyan hurriedly dug out a medicine box from under the dresser that the tall little disciple had made for her, and took out a porcelain bottle.

"You go and lie down, I'll get it for you, you clumsily spill it and waste it."

From the wind eyes shimmered, very consciously into the house to lie down.

Qingyan followed him in and took a look, and sighed, "Take it off, do you want me to do it?" ”

Seeing him grinding, Qingyan sat on the edge of the bed and directly ripped off his collar.

Recently he has stabilized and will no longer scratch around, all of which are old wounds from a few days ago.

If you apply the best medicine every day, you will be cured for a long time.

Qingyan lay on his chest, squinting his eyes and looking carefully, and his eyes were sour before he found the old scar.

The wind was blown a little hot by her bursts of breathing, and she wanted to pull the quilt to cover herself.

"Don't move."

Qingyan slapped away his hand pulling at the corners of the quilt, carefully pouring the powder onto the old scar.

Little by little, she doesn't miss anything.

Later, my eyes were so tired that I simply poured a small half bottle and wiped it off with my hands.

"Well, that way there won't be anything missing."

She watched with great satisfaction as Congfeng's chest was coated with red powder.

I can't see it from the wind.

"You can't get up until I come back!"

She finished and left.

Stealing half a day's leisure, Qingyanwo made bamboo shoots with the cook in the east kitchen.

Since the arsenic poisoning incident, Qingyan not only didn't blame them for the East Kitchen, but also gave a big red envelope to the big guy during the New Year, and he came back this year and increased his salary, and the entire East Kitchen respected this elder to the heart.

The cook is now completely obedient to her, and she pours out her heart and lungs.

As soon as the elder said that she wanted to eat bamboo shoots, she didn't need the cook to open her mouth, and other people would snatch the work at hand from her, so that she could make bamboo shoots for the elder with peace of mind.

Next to the water tank in the east kitchen, Qingyan sat on a small wooden bench peeling bamboo shoot shells.

How dare the cook let her do the work, but seeing that she is doing happily, she doesn't dare to stop her.

Their elders are really good, beautiful people, kind hearts, and virtuous.

In the future, I don't know who has been blessed to marry such a good girl as an elder.

"Auntie, how do you say this bamboo shoot is the best to cook?" Qingyan asked seriously.

She loves to eat, but she is not good at cooking.

When the cook was asked by the elders, she was immediately excited.

Is the elder asking her for advice on cooking?

Then she must come up with a lifelong study and not let the elders down!

"Fresh bamboo shoots can be cold, fried, steamed, dried or pickled, cold and crispy, blanched and mixed with balsamic vinegar, peanuts, chili oil, ......"

The more the cook spoke, the more saliva Qingyan had, almost drowning the two of them.

"It would be nice if there were pickles at this time, and the shredded porridge with pickled vegetables and bamboo shoots must be delicious!" Qingyan suddenly remembered that there was a sick number in the house.

Get some porridge to appetize.

How could the Elder's wish not be fulfilled for her?

The cook was about to make a statement, when she heard a gentle voice behind her.

"The elder wants to eat?"

"Yes." Qingyan squinted his eyes and smashed his mouth.

"Then Xiao Wang will immediately open a pickle jar for the elder, and he can eat it in half an hour." The little cook said with a smile.

Qingyan reacted at this time, "Xiao Wang, are you back?" ”

A year later, she carried a letter up the mountain, saying that there was a delay at home and she couldn't go up the mountain on time.

Qingyan is still worried about her, and every time she sees a negative man, Qian wants to beat someone.

"Hmm." The little cook smiled well-behaved.

Qingyan intuitively sensed that she had something in her heart, threw away the bamboo shoots, pulled the person to her side, and hooked her shoulders.

"Who bullied you? Are your neighbors gossiping again? You tell me, I'll stand for you! ”

The little cook was nothing, but when she heard the elder's concern, she couldn't help but redden.

She tilted her head and looked at Qingyan with adoration.

"There are elders to support Xiao Wang, who dares to bully Xiao Wang, Xiao Wang is happy, the elders are so good to Xiao Wang!"

Qingyan was told by her Xiao Wang, Xiao Wang, and Xiao Wang had a big head.

"Well, it's good to be happy, didn't you say you were going to open a pickle jar?"

Seeing her greedy, the little cook hurriedly said, "Xiao Wang will go now." ”

As soon as she left on her front foot, Qingyan asked an uncle from the East Kitchen to call Qian Yiliang over.

Qian Yiliang knew that she was making bamboo shoots in the East Kitchen, thinking that the bamboo shoots were ready, so the master invited him to eat.

He ran over to take a look, where is there any fresh bamboo shoot feast?

Qingyan pointed to the half-human-high pickle jar in the courtyard, "Don't you want to help?" ”

Qian Yiliang looked at her hand, and it was terrible.

Xiao Hei was lying on the altar, his head sticking into the jar, and he was about to fall in.

He hurried over and hugged the little cook's waist.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

He didn't know that it was a pickle jar, thinking that it was a big water tank that carried water from the wind, and he was worried that she would fall into it and drown.

The little cook was not tall, and struggled to reach into the jar and pull out the pickles at the bottom.

The top is not as delicious as the bottom, and she wants the best for the elders.

was digging, and suddenly someone grabbed his waist, and the sky was spinning, and the whole thing was pulled out.

Qian Yiliang saw that she was stupid, and he was so angry that he slapped her in the head.

"You don't want to die!"

She has been strict with etiquette since she was a child, never close to men, and suddenly she was hugged by a big man, and her cheeks were red with shame.

The little cook turned around and put her hand against him.

As soon as I touched his clothes, I realized that my hands were full of sour pickle juice.

She hurriedly withdrew her hand, and the distance that she had originally stretched out by her hand disappeared in an instant.

The two of them just stuck to each other head-on, and they fit together.

What's it, so soft?