Chapter 8
Xue Ling, a famous abandoned disciple of the Huashan Sect, cut into the beef with one knife after another.
Although her cooking skills were not good and He Ping complained about adding less salt next time, it was just that Xue Ling's own taste was a little too strong.
Moreover, to take a step back, even if Xue Ling's cooking skills are really not good, the girl's knife skills are really not good.
Just like now, although I only have a piece of cooked five-spice old yellow beef in my hand, the sliced beef is still as thin as paper and as bright as a mirror, and it forms a bright red peony flower on the plate.
But Xue Ling looked at the two words "fake" and Fang BuEr, who was pounding garlic juice with an expressionless face. Her heart was up and down for a while, and she couldn't say anything.
Although she knew she shouldn't talk nonsense at this time.
However, as a Bee Wing, while she is generally not engaged in front-line combat missions, it also means that she has to know the details of the entire mission, the intelligence of the mission target, and the retreat route.
If Fang Bie is the sharp sword, then Xue Ling is the one who maintains the sword.
In extreme cases, it may not be impossible to self-recommend a pillow seat.
According to the intelligence, Ning Huaiyuan, an abandoned disciple of the Huashan Sect, came to Xiaohun Inn at noon today. The person in the lobby now matches the time, appearance and even the sword in his hand. Isn't it going to be an assassination?
Anyway, Xiaohun Inn is my own territory, and the time, place and people are favorable.
But why do you think this is a fake?
Where is the lie? Why can't I see it?
Xue Ling said in her heart.
And in her ears, Fang Bie's voice sounded unhurriedly: "Are the beef slices ready?"
Xue Ling looked up and saw that Fang Bie had already pounded the garlic juice, and reached out to ask her for beef.
Xue Ling could only put two plates of Dengying beef on the plate and hand them to Fang Bie. Fang Bie also poured the garlic sauce that he had pounded with bright red chili oil on it and put it on the corner of the tray. When he reached out to pick it up , only to find that Xue Ling did not let go.
Don't raise your head to look at this girl. Her hair is covered with a scarf to prevent it from falling into the food. Her hands are slender but greasy. After all, she has cut the beef. She doesn't look like an assassin at all. She really just looks like an assassin. Cook.
"Are you sure?" Xue Ling opened her mouth and asked softly.
A smile appeared on Fang Bie's lips: "Of course I am sure."
Xue Ling let go and let Fang Bie take the plate of beef away. He walked briskly and sang from the lobby to the kitchen: "Two plates of cooked beef, Please take your time, sir."
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The guest who seemed to be Ning Huaiyuan had eaten one plate of beef, two bowls of rice wine, and two huoshao, then packed up eight more huoshao and a plate of beef, turned around, paid and went out. It was only a quarter past noon.
After the guests left, everything went as usual. Fang continued to greet the guests and stay at the hotel. He continued to deliver meals from Xue Ling's kitchen and served tea and water. He was extremely busy until closing time. Fang continued to extinguish the lanterns under the sign and put down the door panels. At that time, it was time for dinner at Xiaohun Inn.
Dinner at Xiaohun Inn is always simple, with two meat and two vegetarian dishes, four dishes and one soup. The staple food is unlimited steamed buns or roasted buns, and sometimes steamed white rice, but not occasionally.
Fortunately, both Xue Ling and Fangbie He Ping are basically from the north and are used to pasta.
What's more, the monthly money at Xiaohun Inn is extremely limited originally, but the advantage is that because of the inn, food and accommodation are included, so that this limited monthly money can be turned into simple pocket money, rather than a necessary expense for survival.
When Xue Ling brought the dishes to the table, He Ping was already sitting at the top of the square table in the lobby. Fang Bi was sitting on the other side. Xue Ling sat down and served He Ping a bowl of egg drop soup first - even though Xue Ling was at home. She has never been asked to serve someone like this before, but the girl kept her identity in mind, so she never showed any flaws.
"Why did you give up the assassination of Ning Huaiyuan today?" He Ping asked before Xue Ling could speak.
Xue Ling was a little surprised, but there were only three of them here. Although the bee attractor did not participate in the specific operations, He Ping, the bee attractor, was not only the only way for the two of them to contact their superiors, but also the only direct leader, and even Xiao Xiao. The proprietress of the Soul Inn, she sees everything that happens here, so she can't ignore it.
"Because it's a fake." Fang Bie said calmly.
"How can you see it?" He Ping asked.
"I remember when Sister Ping taught me, the most important thing about being an assassin is not to complete the goal, nor to retreat smoothly after completing the goal." Fang Bie took his chopsticks and ate Xue Ling's fried eggs with garlic sprouts as if nothing had happened. Said:
"It's about finding the target accurately."
"It's like if an assassin chooses to assassinate the client's target or the client, then the mission will not fail."
The young man said slowly on the table. Xue Ling watched him keep talking about the dishes on the table, and hurriedly started to grab the dishes from him. At the same time, she also listened to what he said.
Regarding today's sudden abandonment of the mission, Xue Ling was very surprised, but after all, the other party was Fengzhen and had the final power to refuse the mission.
But similarly, after refusing, he also has to convince the bee attractor in front of him so that he will not be punished.
"There was a little less salt this time." Fang Bie suddenly looked at Xue Ling and said.
The girl's face instantly turned red, but He Ping opened her mouth in time and said, "I asked her to use less salt when cooking in the future. This girl has a strong taste." "Continue to
tell you."
Fang Bie shook his head and took two slices from the side. The jealous Baicai continued: "In short, if you kill the wrong target, not only will there be no reward, but the real target will also be allowed to escape, which will not only ruin your reputation but also waste your time. This is the biggest failure. "
Then how do you know that Ning Huaiyuan is fake?" Xue Ling couldn't help but said, but she felt a little guilty in her heart.
After all, if Ning Huaiyuan is so real, then who does he matter?
"Because Ning Huaiyuan is an abandoned disciple of the Huashan Sect." Fang Bie said quietly, "Although I know that the most famous abandoned disciple of the Huashan Sect is Linghu Chong..." "Who is Linghu Chong?"
Xue Ling couldn't help but ask.
The most famous Huashan sect abandoner? Why hasn't she heard of it herself?
"I saw it in a very weird book of Jianghu heroes. The name seems to be called Swordsman Jianghu." Fang Bie explained seriously: "Anyway, let's talk about Ning Huaiyuan first. According to the intelligence, he killed a fellow sect member. Then he defected and went down the mountain. The Huashan faction laid a dragnet in Shaanxi, but he escaped in the end. However, after escaping, he did not head towards the Western Region. That was the place where the Demon Sect was entrenched. Once there, he, who was not Abandoned disciples who are tolerated by famous and upright sects will have a chance of survival." "
Of course, it may be that the Huashan sect is too defensive in the direction leading to the Western Region, and he cannot break out." "
But in short."
Fang Bie looked at Xue Ling: " If you were Ning Huaiyuan and you betrayed your family and killed your younger brother, and you were even suspected of stealing the copy of the Zixia Magic Art, would you still dress like a gangster and swagger into Luo City?" Xue Ling was asked at that moment
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(End of chapter)