I didn't put chopsticks on it again.

Qiao Xiang asked, "Don't like boiled eggs?"

Canghai shook his head, "There's garlic in it." ”

"Hmph," Qiao Xiang smiled, "What's wrong with garlic?"

"The taste is too big. ”

"You're not worthy, what kind of smell are you afraid of?"

Canghai raised his round black eyes and glanced at him, lowered his eyes to pick out a chicken wing root, and said, "The raw onions, ginger and garlic taste big, and I can't calm down." "When it was sent to his mouth, the wings and pestles were so puffed up that his cheeks were bulging into a large bag.

Qiao Xiang smiled from ear to ear.

Canghai lowered his eyes and asked casually: "Who are you in the 'Drunken Wind'?"

Qiao Xiang's smile slowly faded, but he was still smiling, and he still seemed to be in a good mood. A pair of creeping eyes glowed faintly.

"'Medical' Department," Qiao Xiang smiled, "nobody." ”

"Hmm. Canghai nodded, put down the dishes and chopsticks and got up. "I saw that you didn't make soup, so you reluctantly cooked. He picked up the plate of white sliced chicken and turned it into the room.

Qiao Xiang glanced at the remaining rice in his bowl, and he couldn't even feed the rabbits. Qiao Xiang stood up and chased to the door of the inner room, saw that he found a small casserole, scooped water and washed it, put some white rice into it, added water and squatted on the stove to burn, and peeled the dried meat of the white chicken on the vegetable pier, scraped it with a knife, and scraped it until it was delicate and loose.

Qiao Xiang said, "How do you know Lu Dao?" After all, I saved your life," after thinking about it, "I also combed your hair." ”

The fluent and continuous sound of chopping vegetables suddenly slowed down by two beats, and then it was disorderly.

"Guess. Canghai didn't look back, still skillfully chopping the ham crumbs and putting them on the plate, "You can live outside the courtyard wall of 'Daichun Pavilion' for so many years, it is impossible that it has nothing to do with 'Drunken Wind'." ”

Qiao Xiang said: "I told you that my ancestral house is here. ”

Canghai mashed the fine rice noodles, turned around and asked, "Is there pine nut meat?" Hearing Qiao Xiang shout frantically, "How can there be everything?!" nodded and said, "It's not uncommon to have it." He sighed, "Alas, this porridge has a few less flavors, and I don't know how delicious it is." "It's a bit of a joke.

Stirring the pot with a wooden spoon, he replied: "'Drunken wind' kills people, from the old man in his sixties and seventies, down to the baby in one day or two, what is it to demolish your ancestral house, they have done nothing less to slaughter villages and cities, and the reason why they keep you is that they never think you are useful, or think that you are not against them, the only reason is that you have submitted to them." ”

Qiao Xiang leaned against the door frame and laughed. Knowing that Canghai couldn't see it, he still nodded and said, "You analyzed it too right." "The face is still smiling, the eyes are still shining, but they are slightly distracted. "I was forced to surrender for the sake of this ancestral house. He came back to his senses and looked at the back of his head, and said angrily: "Do you think that if you say that you can retain power by submitting to them, if it weren't for my family practicing medicine for generations, I still have such a little ability, and this ancestral house still can't be left." ”

"That's nature. Canghai replied casually, and suddenly looked up at the thin yellow wall in front of him, and half-hung his arms let the porridge soup in the wooden spoon in his hand drip into the pot. didn't look back, but his eyes rolled to the side where Qiao Xiang was standing as much as possible, and said, "Are you the 'lying pit viper' in the Dragon Nine Sons?"

"Huh. Qiao Xiangle spoke up, "Long Jiuzi has heard it, but he hasn't heard of it, how can it be if he hasn't heard it?"

(To be continued......)

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