After Xuan Qing finished speaking, seeing Jiang Li's obviously stunned expression, and thinking of how many times he had been silenced by Jiang Li's few words these days, he couldn't help but feel happy.
Jiang Li was a little surprised by his "yes", approached him suspiciously, and looked him up and down: "Little master, did you take the wrong medicine?"
Although Xuan Qing was in a good mood, her expression remained calm: "It's all according to your wishes."
"That's great? Then, can you give me a little more favor?"
"What do you like?"
Jiang Li suddenly approached him: "Why don't we take a bath together."
He suddenly leaned forward, and threw his whole body on Xuan Qing's body. Xuan Qing took two steps back unsuspectingly, her calf bumped against the edge of the bed, and he threw her whole body onto the bed.
Jiang Li thought Xuan Qing would dodge, but he didn't expect to press him directly on the bed. For a moment, both of them were stunned, one on the bottom and the other on the top, staring at each other blankly.
Although Jiang Li jumped on Xuan Qing's body before, the relationship between the two was not much different from that of strangers at that time. Now Xuan Qing's favorability and the increase in the past few days on the way have risen to 38%. Under this premise , the posture of the two of them now is a bit delicate.
When he fell just now, Xuan Qing was afraid that Jiang Li would be injured, so he subconsciously supported Jiang Li's arms, while Jiang Li was lying on his chest. The distance between their faces was only a few centimeters, and even the eyelashes of each other were separated. You can see everything clearly.
"Bang bang bang—"
There was a slightly rapid heartbeat in the ear, just like the speed Jiang Li felt when he pressed his hand on Xuanqing's chest that night.
"Little master."
Jiang Li took advantage of Xuan Qing's daze, leaned close to his ear, and said softly, "You want to sleep together before taking a bath?"
His voice was soft and there was a slight smile, because he was so close, his snort while speaking fanned the base of Xuanqing's ears, bringing a slight itchy feeling.
Xuan Qinghe has ever felt such rude teasing, the first reaction when he came back to his senses was to push Jiang Li who was pressing on him away, and then he got up from the bed very quickly, and put a distance of two meters away from Jiang Li .
He clasped his hands together and said to Jiang Li in a serious tone, "Benefactor, please respect yourself."
Jiang Li was pushed to lie on his back on the bed. Hearing these familiar words, he couldn't help laughing while holding his stomach.
self-respect? Little bald donkey, sooner or later I will ask you to beg me not to be self-respecting.
Jiang Li swore secretly, turned over and sat up on the bed, put one hand on the bed, tilted his head and glanced at Xuan Qing, saw him standing far away as if he was far away from a flood, raised his eyebrows, and said: "Little master, You look like a little good woman who has been molested."
"Speak carefully, benefactor." Xuan Qing said expressionlessly, but she was thinking in her heart that you look like a rambunctious playboy at this time.
At this time Jiang's father was still downstairs, Jiang Li thought that the other party should have a lot to say to him, so he stopped teasing Xuan Qing, stood up from the bed, patted the crumpled clothes when he fell down just now, and said to Xuan Qing Xuan Qing said: "Father is still downstairs, so I won't help the little master take a bath tonight, let's make an appointment next time."
Hearing what he said, Xuan Qing's heart relaxed, but at the same time, he felt that there was something that didn't suit him. Before he could tell what was going on, Jiang Li had already swayed out of the room. Close the door of his room tenderly.
After Jiang Li left, he stood there for a while, let go of his clasped hands, and gently pressed his right hand on his chest.
"Boom-boom-"
The heartbeat in the left chest has eased compared to the rapidity just now, but it is still slightly unstable compared to the usual frequency, as if something is about to jump out of the heart, and there is a restlessness in the body that has been suppressed for a long time.
Xuan Qing has only experienced this feeling twice, both times because of the same person.
"...Jiang Li."
Xuan Qing's thin lips parted slightly, and she pronounced the name almost inaudibly.
During the past few days of acquaintance, he has always called Jiang Li a benefactor, never directly calling Jiang Li by his name. Now these two words have been twirling between his lips and teeth, and at the moment he said it, an indescribable feeling exploded in his heart, which made his heart tighten for a moment, and then that kind of restraint A long, unknown feeling of heartache overflowed.
The hand on the chest was clenched suddenly, clutching the clothes tightly, Xuan Qing's face changed slightly, and a tinge of pain appeared in her usually calm eyes!
He immediately sat down on the ground, put his palms together, and tried to force the pain in his heart.
—Master, why do I often feel heartache? As if I forgot something, my heart was empty and uncomfortable.
——Xuan Qing, people live for the rest of their lives, maybe to find something, maybe to forget something, in the dark, they have their own arrangements. Since you were young, your soul was unstable and your heartache was abnormal. You should have died young, but survived by your own will. It is really a blessing among misfortunes. Now, as a teacher, I can only temporarily seal your heart, and protect you from suffering for three years.
— What about three years later
—Three years later, maybe you can find the forgotten thing you said, or... the forgotten person.
During the exercise, Xuan Qing's thin lips were tightly pressed, and dense sweat oozes from his forehead, slowly flowing down the contours of his face, dripping into his light-colored monk robe, and slowly forming a water stain on the front of his clothes. And the clothes on his back were slowly soaking through.
After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, there was still a little blood in his eyes, and he tasted the sweet smell of blood in his mouth.
When he was exercising the kung fu just now, the conversation between him and the master sounded in his ears without warning, and it was only a year and a half since the master sealed his heart. It was as if some unknown things had been washed away, because the old disease it contained had returned, and the heart-piercing pain seemed to have multiplied several times compared to before, making him almost unable to bear the blood rushing up from his throat.
At the beginning, the master clearly said that it was three years, why did the internal force that the old man put into his body lose its effectiveness after only half of the time
A trace of doubt flashed in Xuan Qing's eyes, but at this moment his body was covered with sticky sweat, he didn't think much, stood up from the ground, walked behind the screen and began to undress, ready to take a bath.
If Jiang Li had been here at this time, he would have noticed that after taking off the white monk robe, there was a circular golden pattern on Xuan Qing's left chest than before.
Inside the pattern were some complicated scriptures, and the golden pattern looked a bit light, as if it had faded.
Xuan Qing's eyes fell on the tattoo, and found that it was much lighter than when it was first printed.
——Master has limited ability, he can only seal it for you for three years, after this tattoo dissipates, there is nothing the master can do, Amitabha.
Xuan Qing remembers that this tattoo will only show up when her heart hurts. The scriptures inside and the internal force left by the master will restrain the feeling of heartache. Now that the color has faded, it proves that the effect of this tattoo has diminished.
After staring at the pattern for a while, Xuan Qing withdrew her gaze, put the monk's robe in her hand on the screen, and then began to untie her belt. As soon as her hand touched the belt, a sentence rang in her head.
—Little master, your figure is really good, and your eight-pack abs are great!
With a pause in the movement in his hands, Xuan Qing suddenly raised his head and looked towards the screen, always feeling that someone who left just now would suddenly appear and look at him with a smile.
However, there was no one at the screen, and he was the only one in the room.
"...It's really a demon."
Xuan Qing said something in a low voice, looked away, took off her clothes and entered the water.
…
Jiang Li didn't know what happened to Xuan Qing upstairs, so after he left the room, he went straight downstairs.
When he got downstairs, he saw a man in his thirties standing in front of the checkout table, talking to Jiang's father. He listened carefully, and it turned out that Jiang's father sent a bowl of noodles upstairs. His son was hungry. .
When we were upstairs just now, Jiang Li learned from Uncle Cai that there were only four rooms occupied by people in the inn at this time, not counting Xuan Qing.
After the guest went upstairs, Jiang Li walked over, called Father Jiang who was about to go to the kitchen, and said, "Father, let me cook that guest's noodles."
Father Jiang was taken aback, waved his hands and said, "Are you cooking? How can you do it? I'll let Uncle Cai do it."
Uncle Cai and Father Jiang kept vigil together, just to facilitate some guests who were hungry and wanted to eat at night.
"I will, I learned a little bit in the academy." Jiang Li held him back, "I'll just go, and I'll cook you a bowl by the way, so you can try my handicraft."
After speaking, he took the lead in walking to the kitchen at the door, without waiting for Father Jiang's reaction.
Jiang's father devoted himself to sending Yuanshen to study, and he had never entered the kitchen for Yuanshen since he was a child, so now he didn't take it to heart when he told Jiang Li that he wanted to cook a bowl of noodles for himself, thinking that Uncle Cai was in the kitchen, so he didn't Went to control Jiang Li, turned around and went back to the checkout counter.
Uncle Cai was cleaning the ingredients for tomorrow in the kitchen. When he saw Jiang Li walking in, he kept moving his hands and asked with a smile, "Why did Xiao Li come here? Didn't he have enough to eat? Uncle will give you some later Get something else."
"Thank you Uncle Cai, but I'm full." Jiang Li walked to the stove and said while cleaning his hands, "There is a guest upstairs who wants to eat Yangchun noodles. I'll come over and make him a bowl."
When Uncle Cai heard that a guest wanted to eat Yangchun noodles, he ignored Jiang Li's last sentence, put down the vegetables in his hands, and stood up from the low stool: "Yangchun noodles, right? What are you going to do?"
"Cooking noodles." Jiang Li pinched the noodles in the small basket and said, "Although they are not tough enough, they are enough for a while."
After speaking, he said to Uncle Cai with a puzzled expression: "Uncle Cai, go and do your work. I can also make Yangchun noodles, so I'll be fine."
Uncle Cai couldn't believe it: "You will? Don't be kidding, you can't even start a kitchen fire since you were a child."
In the memories of Uncle Cai and Father Jiang, Yuanshen really didn't know how to cook, but Jiang Li did. He didn't rush to answer Uncle Cai, but started cooking noodles.
The ingredients in the kitchen were all prepared, Jiang Li picked out half an onion and a few green onions from the ingredients that Uncle Cai had washed just now, and cut them into cubes deftly and deftly.
Seeing his skilled knife skills, Uncle Cai was taken aback for a moment, but forgot to stop him.
Diced, put into the pan, fried onion, fried lard, Jiang Li’s movements are not at all rusty, the purple onion is fried in the oil pan until golden brown, and turns into a yellow onion crisp, the aroma of the onion is wrapped in the aroma of the lard The smell came out, waking Uncle Cai awake.
"This..." Uncle Cai looked at him in surprise, and then at the discolored onions in the pot, "Xiao Li, you really know how to do it?!"
"Of course." Jiang Li smiled, fished out the onion and put it aside, and then went to get the spare broth from the side and put it into the pot.
Although Yangchun noodles look simple, the soup and fried scallion oil are particularly important. Although the noodles are not tough enough, Jiang Li's control of the frying heat can also neutralize some shortcomings.
He made three bowls of Yangchun noodles in total, and when they were done, he left one bowl for Uncle Cai, two bowls on a tray, one bowl for the guests upstairs, and one bowl for Father Jiang.
Father Jiang didn't care when he served it out, he just thought it was Uncle Cai's cooking, and when Jiang Li put the noodles in front of him, he smelled something different.
This scent is much more fragrant than what Uncle Cai usually makes. Just smelling it makes me feel a little hungry. The color of the fried onions on the soup surface is also very beautiful. The thin noodles in the middle are sprinkled with green onion, which is just right , It makes people move their index fingers at a glance.
So he put down the account book in his hand, picked up the chopsticks and took a sip.
Jiang Li brought the noodles up to the guests, and when he got downstairs, he saw Father Jiang and Uncle Cai standing face to face in front of the checkout counter, eating noodles while standing there, and asked, "Father, Uncle Cai, what are you doing standing there?"
Hearing his voice, both of them looked at him together, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
Jiang Li probably guessed why they were like this, but pretended not to understand, and walked to the side of the two: "How is it? Is my craft okay?"
Father Jiang had already eaten half of the Yangchun noodles in his bowl, and there was still a pinch of noodles between the chopsticks in his hand. Seeing Jiang Li come down, he hurriedly swallowed the noodles in his mouth, and asked aloud, "Tell me honestly, are you Are you going to study, or are you going to learn how to cook?!"
Jiang Li couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and felt that the old father's brains were big enough.
Just as he was about to explain, footsteps came from the other side of the stairs. When he looked up, he saw the man who asked for noodles for his son came downstairs again. , give me two more bowls!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a young scholar suddenly came down from upstairs and said the same: "Bring me a bowl of the Yangchun noodles that this elder brother ate!"
Father Jiang and Uncle Cai looked confused.