Qian Yiliang sensed that something was wrong, and he didn't dare to move.

The little cook was so embarrassed that she whispered.

"Yes, yes, yes, sorry!"

The little chef is embarrassed, and the money is not very good.

"You, you, you, your hands?"

The voice of a small person is soft.

Qian Yiliang felt that the roots of his ears were going to be soft and his bones were about to be crispy, and he didn't react to the meaning of her words at all.

Why hasn't he let go of his hand?

The little chef was not white, but when she was shy, her face was even redder.

It's so red that it's about to smoke.

Qian realized it after a cool, grinning and trying to resolve the embarrassment in front of him with a smile.

I found her struggling for a while, only to realize that her hand was still wrapped around the waist of the little girl.

He quickly let go, turned his back to him, and pretended to be sorting his clothes.

As soon as the little cook was free, she didn't dare to look at Qingyan and the cook at all, so she ran to the small stove and hid.

Qingyan watched the show in the distance, smiling at her aunt.

After waiting for a while, she asked Qian Yiliang to find Li Luohan and Lan Shen, and she went to knock on the door of the small stove.

"I sent him away, you come out."

After waiting for a while, the door of the small stove opened, and the little cook's face was still red.

Qingyan was really worried that she would be too ashamed to open the door.

If it weren't for the fact that she wanted to make fresh bamboo shoots for the elders, the little cook wouldn't dare to come out at all.

She made a big pot of salted meat and winter melon and bamboo shoot soup, braised bamboo shoots, cold bamboo shoots, and pickled bamboo shoots porridge.

When she went out, she saw Qian Yiliang come back, her face exploded red, and she hid in the small stove again.

Qingyan beckoned the three disciples to eat and drink together.

When she was to the end of eating, her stomach was also full, and she couldn't stuff it anymore before she was willing to put down the dishes and chopsticks.

"Well, how's the exercise going?"

Some of the three of them drank soup, some ate bamboo shoots, and some bit the skin of salted meat, and she stopped all her movements in a word.

In an instant, the meat in my mouth was not fragrant.

Qingyan didn't care about their disgusted eyes, and looked out the window comfortably.

After days of rain, it finally cleared up.

The air is fresh and pleasant, and the mood is good, which is just the right time to give people a basin of cold water.

"Master, we're eating!" Qian Yiliang was not happy and pouted in protest.

"Oh, I thought you'd all be full."

"Can we talk about it later?" Li Luohan bargained with her.

Lan Shen silently put down the dishes and chopsticks, he didn't say anything when he ate, but seeing that his mouth kept stopping, he thought that he liked delicious fresh bamboo shoots.

Qingyan didn't do a bad teacher who was annoying, but just reminded him.

"There are only a few months left, and I still have to make time to write my thoughts!"

What she said was specifically aimed at Li Luohan, and the others didn't need her to remind them.

After speaking, she asked the cook to put the pickled bamboo shoot porridge into the food box, put a few small dishes, and went back to the small building first.

From the wind to lie down from morning to night, it is expected to bring people back.

Qingyan took out the porridge and side dishes and told him to get up and eat.

Seeing him drinking porridge, she was greedy again, but she had already eaten a lot of bamboo shoots in the East Kitchen.

Although the bamboo shoots are fresh, you should not be greedy, otherwise it will hurt your stomach.

Seeing her staring at her bowl and swallowing her saliva from the wind, she reached over with her hand.

Qing Yan's gaze kept locking on his white porcelain spoon, and he just watched it slam towards him, pressing his lower lip.

Her body reacted faster than her brain, and she opened her mouth without thinking.

"Is it delicious?"

Qingyan nodded.

With a low smile from the wind, he ate two spoonfuls slowly before feeding her another spoonful.

It's not that she did it herself, someone else forced her to eat, and she didn't want to, so she didn't feel guilty about her stomach.

Qingyan lay on the table with both hands, waiting for the little spoon to come over the whole time.

When will it be her turn?

I'm in a hurry~

A few days later, good news came from Dalin Mountain, Zhongli took the concocted dew flower mushroom, and the person had woken up.

The dean sent Shen Lin over to thank Qingyan, this time Da Linshan did not send buckwheat, but sent a few weapons and a few boxes of precious herbs.

Qingyan collected the herbs, and asked the little disciples to put the weapons on the training ground and use them for them.

Xiaolinshan has been depressed for many years, and eating and drinking have been a problem before, and he has never seen any good weapons.

Now that the food has improved and the house is better, a few high-quality weapons suddenly came, and they did not dare to use them, for fear that they would be damaged if they bumped into them.

I saw that a few weapons were unattended, and they gradually fell to ashes.

In March, it's time to recruit new disciples once a year.

Lan Yi came to her with a map of the entire continent and asked her how to arrange it.

Qingyan thought of his several criminals, and felt a headache.

She asked Lan Yi to take care of it herself, and then Lan Yi couldn't find anyone when she looked for her again.

In order to evade responsibility, except for three meals throughout the month, she hid in the library with the wind and the others very regularly.

She thought of the pills the old man had given her, and read some books upstairs about poison.

The domineering mother-in-law is right, she is not taking poison, it is an elixir, she now has extraordinary five senses, and her physical fitness is amazing, so she is not too powerful.

Qingyan laughed hard at herself.

She was smiling upstairs, and the four people downstairs were used to it.

Lan Yi couldn't find anyone, so he could only discuss with a few masters about recruiting disciples.

I think that the teachers begged her to stay, boasting that Haikou didn't want her to worry about Xiaolinshan, but now they regret it.

Sometimes I scolded angrily, not an elder or a green smoke, they were all stinky girls.

After March, the bamboo shoots grow old, and they become bamboos overnight.

Looking at the two- or three-story tall bamboo in the distance, Qingyan smashed his mouth, sighed, turned around and smiled and entered the east kitchen.

The cook held her in the palm of her hand, which would make her have an empty stomach.

When eating bamboo shoots, I thought about it in advance, and I wanted to prepare seasonal vegetables and fruits for her in April, such as callus white, bracken, eggplant, loquat and mulberry.

Bracken, that is, water spinach, Qingyan especially likes to eat water spinach.

She wanted to eat all of a sudden, so much so that Li Luohan and Qian Yiliang didn't want to eat with her.

In addition to the deep from the wind and blue.

The new disciples have come in, but the matter of the oldest ten years of junior disciples has been delayed and has not been resolved.

There are two little disciples who have not been admitted to the Great Lin Mountain, and there is nowhere to go under the mountain, there is no skill, there is no way to make a living, if they are allowed to go down the mountain, they are likely to die outside.

The old master ordered them to go down the mountain within a limited time, so they went to ask the elders, and Qingyan thought that these two pairs of chopsticks were not missing, so he let people keep them first.

If you can stay for a month or two months, but you can't stay forever, what about those disciples who have been driven down the mountain and those who can't pass the exam next year and want to go down the mountain?

Isn't it overcrowded if they all stay?

Several elders felt that this was not a solution, so they called her, the elder, to discuss how to solve it.

Qingyan knew that they were reasonable, but the little disciple was so pitiful, she was reluctant.

Besides, it's not that she can't afford to raise it~

Annoyed by their nagging, she threatened to go to the treasury to find the secretary to reconcile the accounts, because the expenses seemed to be overspent last month.

The teachers and fathers were afraid that she would be in a bad mood, so they deliberately deducted the monthly food and tea fees, and they didn't dare to look for her again.

Qingyan swaggered to the treasury under the eyes of the masters.

I hadn't seen him for a while, and Qingyan found that he was more idle than last time.

Not only blowing leaves, but also eating ice.

It's easier said than done to get ice in the summer.

"Okay, you are a master, take the money of Xiaolinshan and enjoy it!"

She stared at the bowl, wanting to eat it but disgusting that he had eaten it.

"Shh The priest looked around cautiously.

The person in charge of the treasury is most afraid of being suspicious and enriching his own pockets, and borrowing the wealth of the public to enjoy happiness.

Although she was joking, she was listened to, gossips, and everyone was golden, and he couldn't tell even if he had ten mouths.