Chapter 346: Steamed Buns, Pickles and Porridge
. Xue Ling’s words seemed very careless.
But on the other hand, it is absolutely true.
That means Xiaohun Inn is indeed about to open. Xue Ling is now the cook of Xiaohun Inn, and Bee Wings of the Beehive, due to emotions and reasons, will go back to cooking.
Instead of staying here with two adults all day.
Lu Yuan looked up at Zhao Jing.
Zhao Jing smiled and said, "Master Lu decides everything."
"Then you go ahead." Lu Yuan said.
Xue Ling thanked her, then turned and walked down the tower.
Just as she turned around, Lu Yuan called her from behind.
Xue Ling stopped and looked at Lu Yuan.
"Be safe." Lu Yuan said softly, a little carelessly, but with a hint of sincerity.
Xue Ling was stunned, not knowing what Lu Yuan really thought.
In fact, she no longer hates Lu Yuan as much as she did at first.
After all, Xue Ling is no longer the original Xue Ling.
But Lu Yuan's attitude has changed a lot from before.
Maybe the current Xue Ling is indeed useful to Lu Yuan.
Xue Ling hummed.
"Thank you, sir."
... After getting off the city wall, Xue Ling couldn't go back immediately
. She changed her clothes first. Jin Yiwei's clothes were different from those of the cook, or Xue Ling's clothes were completely different from Lin Xue's clothes. Even if the two identities are no longer so important and different. But Lin Xue still has value. In other words, Lin Xue is still very important in Xue Ling's heart. After Xue Ling changed her clothes and returned to Xiaohun Inn, she saw Fang Bie standing at the door of the inn, with a black cloth over his eyes, soliciting customers. The brick wall that had been broken before had been repaired. Xue Ling glanced at the door subconsciously. But He Ping was not seen. "Where's Sister Ping?" Xue Ling couldn't help but ask. "Going out." Fang Bie said calmly: "You go to the kitchen first. There are still a lot of things to do today. " He walked past, walked into the depths of the inn, came to the smoky kitchen that he was familiar with, and then picked up the kitchen knife. In any case, this is the job Xue Ling is most familiar with now. It is a job that is more familiar to me than being a Jinyiwei or being a Beehive Beewing. Cut the vegetables, heat the pan, stir-fry, and add oil. When the inn reopened, Xue Ling felt like she was back to her busy self. This lasted for a whole noon until after noon in the afternoon, she finally had some free time, and took a steamed bun and gnawed it in her mouth. The steamed buns were steamed in the morning. They were soft and delicious. You could break off small pieces with your fingers and put them in your mouth. After being moistened with saliva, they had a sweet taste. There were pickles and porridge on hand. In fact, Xue Ling dealt with it this way many times during lunch. Things that seemed unimaginable before become natural after experiencing them. Xue Ling lowered her head and took a mouthful of pickles and put it into her mouth. The Vajra Indestructible Magic in her body was still running, impacting and washing every acupuncture point. From the beginning, it was just a seed, which slowly nourished the whole body and spread out. Now, it can almost circulate in the body by itself, flushing and improving the physical condition. Although it is said that Master Kongwu gave Xue Ling a good starting point, in the end, it was Xue Ling who made this gift come true in her body little by little. In fact, Xue Ling is not quite sure what state she is in now. According to common sense, the magical power of Vajra Indestructibility is a matter of time and effort, slowly nourishing and transforming the body, which means that the older you get, the stronger you become. But for Xue Ling, she truly felt that the speed at which she had become stronger in the past six months had begun to accelerate a little bit. It seems that with every battle and every time the indestructible power is invoked, the depth of his own power becomes a little deeper. Maybe, I am really suitable for this martial arts? Recalling what the eminent monk Kongwu said to him when he passed away, Xue Ling would always have such an illusion. After all, what she explained to Lu Yuan and others was true, that is, when she was young, she did meet this eminent monk Kongwu and was given the title Zhenling. But I never thought that when I grew up, before the great monk Kongwu passed away, I would be given this title again and pass on the indestructible power of Vajra. While Xue Ling was thinking this, she heard the kitchen door ringing. She looked up and saw that it was Fang Bie who pushed the door open. Fang Bie looked at Xue Ling, who was sitting by the stove eating steamed buns and pickles, and couldn't help but laugh. After laughing, he sat aside and stretched out his hand to Xue Ling: "Give me one." Xue Ling handed Fang Bie a steamed bun . , watching Fang Bie stuff it into his mouth and take a big mouthful: "You haven't eaten either?" "You don't know whether I've eaten or not." Fang Bie ate up the steamed bun with just the pickles in two or three mouthfuls. Fortunately, the steamed bun was It was still soft and not very choking. The boy poured himself another bowl of white porridge and drank it all. Xue Ling looked a little lost in thought. Yes, she knew how cautious Fang Bie was in normal times, but only at Xiaohun Inn, Fang Bie almost never doubted that there was any manipulation in the food she made. Of course, Xue Ling had never thought about it, let alone did it. "And we will have to deliver food to others later." Fang Bie continued. "Who?" Xue Ling couldn't help but ask. "Shang Jiuge, who else is there besides her?" Fang Bie looked at Xue Ling and said as if she were a fool. Fang Bie did not ask what exactly Xue Ling said and listened to Lu Yuan that morning. But Xue Ling felt that she had an obligation to tell the other party. After all, what she heard today was still very important. "I have some information to tell you." Xue Ling thought for a while and decided to use this method to tell you that I have some information, instead of "I have something to say to you." Because if I say I have something to say to you, it can easily be misunderstood as a confession or something like that. Especially Xue Ling still has a certain record in this regard. "Is it about Jin Yiwei's movements?" Fang Bie asked with a smile. He was finishing the porridge at hand and then served himself another bowl. "Yeah." Xue Ling nodded. "Then let's talk while we're walking." Fang Bie said with a smile. As he spoke, Fang Bie picked up the bamboo basket next to the stove and put a dozen steamed buns, a small jar of pickles, a piece of braised beef, and a jar into it. Porridge, then cover it and put it on Xue Ling's back. "Let's go." Fang Bie said, while Xue Ling was a little stunned: "Now?"
"Of course, Shang Jiuge is hungry." Fang Bie said.
Xue Ling could only nodded, checked the stove, then went out to close the door of the inn and closed it temporarily, and the two of them left the inn.
"That's right." On the way.
Xue Ling carried the bamboo basket on her back and looked towards Fang Farewell.
"Over there." Xue Ling did not say the word Jin Yiwei.
After all, it's on the street.
"We're going to hold a young heroes meeting."
(End of chapter)