After a while, Xiao Jing came out of the kitchen with a bowl full of noodle soup, and Mrs. Jiang followed behind with a smile.

Jiang Shuixin heard the sound and hurriedly moved the porcelain bowl in front of him, pretending to be indifferent.

"How's it taste?"

The two sat down opposite, and Mrs. Jiang glanced twice at Ming Qin and Jiang Shuixin's bowl, and asked diligently.

Ming Qin sandwiched some noodles and vegetable leaves and tasted them, feeling that the saltiness was moderate, the taste was not bad, his taste was light, after all, he was a cultivator, and he was not particularly keen on meat, but he couldn't reach the point where monks didn't eat fishy.

As for the heat, there is no special attention to it, Mrs. Jiang is not a professional chef, and Ming Qin already thinks it is quite good to have this kind of level. Maybe Jiangshuixin, mountains and seas are used to eating, and the taste is more picky.

"Very good. ”

Ming Qin smiled and took a big gulp, he had spent a lot of effort in the past two days, and it was very pleasant to have such a bowl of steaming noodle soup.

The endurance of a practitioner is much stronger than that of an ordinary person. Three meals a day are almost indispensable. Taoism practices the art of opening the valley, and can go without food for several days. But there is no difference between monks and ordinary people who need energy alike. Even the immortals who have a first-class food style and drink dew have not tried to abstain from eating and drinking. Eating and drinking dew is similar to the monster sucking the essence of the sun and the moon, which is a method of practicing the exercises, not a substitute for daily diet. Of course, the diet of the fairy road is different from that of mortals, 'maggots and sweet belts, crows and rats', people eat grains, and the diet of all kinds is different, nothing more than what they like. Although the immortal Dao comes from ten thousand kinds, flying to the heavens and the earth, the endowment is very different, but it can be said that it is not a race, and the diet is also different from that of human beings.

"Godmother, I have too much, you can eat a little. ”

Xiao Jing put out all the soup noodles this time, and found that there was no share of Mrs. Jiang, which made her look embarrassed.

"Eat quickly, my godmother is afraid of fat. You young people are draining your energy quickly, so you should eat more. ”

Mrs. Jiang looked very happy when she saw Ming Qin gobbling up, like a storm and clouds. His eyes turned to Jiang Shuixin, and he said with a smile: "Xin'er, you see how fast Qinzhi and his sister eat, you can't be a picky eater as a sister." ”

"Got it. ”

Jiang Shui reluctantly responded, and bursts of fragrant aroma wafted out of the porcelain bowl, which could quite affect the hungry intestines. She picked up a piece of meat and tasted it, feeling that it tasted different from the past, and took a bite to chew it, which was really refreshing and delicious.

"Mother, did you make this noodle? I haven't been out for three days?"

Jiang Shuixin was amazed, Mrs. Jiang had always felt that it was a great shame to be a good wife and mother with poor cooking skills, but unfortunately she had no talent in this way, and there were few opportunities to practice, and Jiang Shuixin often compared her with the chef, which hit her self-confidence, causing her cooking skills to deteriorate, so she had to hide it.

"That's how I cook. Maybe you're hungry tonight, and you're usually too picky eaters, you're about the same age as Xiaojing, you see how good her skin is, and her hair is shiny. If you don't get rid of those bad things, beware that the ugly ones can't get married. ”

In the past, Jiang Shuixin always blamed his picky eating on Mrs. Jiang's poor cooking skills, and Mrs. Jiang was ashamed, and it was difficult for her to be upright when she learned a lesson. In the past two days, I have lived with Xiaojing, and the chef has not been hired yet, so I can only do it myself. Yangchun noodles are her more hands-on noodle style, and she has been doing this for the past two days, so as not to be embarrassed in front of Xiaojing.

Xiaojing followed him day and night, humbly asking for advice with great interest. Mrs. Jiang is a good teacher, and immediately taught her in a similar way, and the soup noodles made by Xiaojing were quite delicious, and the level was far above that of Mrs. Jiang.

Mrs. Jiang suspected that she was proficient in cooking, and she thought that cooking by herself was not delicious, so it was inconvenient to say it clearly, so she pretended to ask for advice to make it easier to do. Mrs. Jiang secretly praised the little girl for being sensible and not breaking it, so she followed Xiaojing and secretly stole the teacher.

Although she didn't have the opportunity to learn other dishes, Mrs. Jiang became more and more comfortable with noodle soup. This time it can be said that the skills are shocking, and the eyebrows are raised.

Jiang Shuixin glanced at the small mirror unconvinced, and found that her skin was white and red, it could be broken by blowing, her hair was silky and silky, and the light could be seen. Cursed secretly, "Little goblin".

Beauty is like a famous flower, gathering together, there is no one who does not compete for beauty. Jiang Shui thought to himself, "I have never tasted anything delicious since I was a child, so why is it not as good as a mountain girl."

"Sister, your skin is so good, do you have any immortal prescriptions for maintenance?"

Xiaojing was stunned, her pretty face flushed slightly, and she shook her head shyly.

Mrs. Jiang scolded with a smile: "There is no immortal prescription, don't keep not eating this, don't eat that, it's naturally fine." ”

"Not necessarily. Jiang Shuixin said eloquently: "The eldest sister is not a picky eater, I don't see as good as Xiaojing." People are born beautiful, and it has nothing to do with picky or not, right, little girl. ”

"I ...... I'm not a picky eater. ”

Xiao Jing glanced at Ming Qin nervously, as if he wanted to prove something, and chewed his head.

"Slow down, don't swallow. ”

Ming Qin reminded him with concern, Mrs. Jiang had no opinion on disciplining her daughter, and it would not be good if it affected the pond fish.

Xiaojing snorted, she ate quite well, and ate quickly, after a while, she ate all the time, drank not a drop of noodle soup, took out a handkerchief and wiped her mouth, moved to sit next to Ming Qin, and whispered: "I'm done." ”

Mrs. Jiang looked out the window, the sky was already hazy and translucent, got up and put away the dishes and chopsticks and said, "You go upstairs and sleep for a while, I'll call you again when it's dawn." ”

"No need. Do you call Commander Jiejie over and ask him to prepare for driving? When Xin'er and I come back, we will inevitably alarm the guards of Yanshui Village. I'm afraid that they will transfer their father-in-law in advance, although the palace is very well defended, presumably the commander will have a way to enter. ”

Ming Qin knew that Jiang Peifeng was not worried about his life for the time being, but he had to let Jiang Ji make up his mind. Mrs. Jiang was worried, so she had to wait for Tianming because she was afraid that the palace would not be easy to enter and exit, and Jieyang Long was the black-clothed leader, so at least it would be possible to spread the word.

"What Qin Zhi said is reasonable. I'm going to call Commander Jie. ”

When Mrs. Jiang heard Ming Qin say this, she could be said to be right in the middle. Don't hesitate at the moment, push open the door and summon the guards. Jiang Shuixin was about to leave when she saw it, for fear of leaving her behind, so she couldn't care about chewing and swallowing slowly, and she ate with a sound of porphyry.

"Brother, I want to go too. ”

Xiaojing grabbed the corner of Ming Qin's clothes and said reluctantly, this time Mrs. Jiang and Jiang Shuixin are going to go to the palace, and Ming Qin will probably accompany her, so she is naturally afraid of staying alone. (To be continued.) )