Xiaojuan came out of the room, her face was not very good-looking, there was a bruise on the corner of her beautiful eyes, and she had to put down her bangs to cover it up. Holding a bowl of ingredients in her hand, she walked slowly towards the kitchen with an unnatural posture.
Lao Zheng is a man who does not regard his women as human beings. In his eyes, the women who depend on him to eat and use his are equivalent to his personal belongings, a tool for him to vent his emotions and command at will.
She cursed inwardly at the old and ugly man who tortured her all night, but when those passing girls looked at the rich vegetables and white noodles in her hands, they showed envious eyes, which made Xiaojuan raise her head again and straighten her up. back.
She has the capital to support men, and she doesn't have to roll in the dust for three meals a day like those women, which made her feel a sense of victory, and gradually forgot the unknown humiliation last night.
There are really not many people who can afford vegetables and white noodles in winter. Needless to say, in the shanty towns of the common people, even in the bungalow where she lives in the middle and low-level saints, it is enviable thing.
She walked into the smoky communal kitchen and placed the small pot of ingredients heavily on the stove with a display. The two acquaintances next to her did not say things like "Ajuan, you are so lucky, you eat so well every day." "Xiaojuan's men are generous in their actions, and people are jealous when they see it." such compliments.
They stretched their necks reluctantly and kept peeking at a stove opposite. Only then did Xiaojuan realize that there were inexplicably more women in the kitchen than before. Almost everyone is looking at that position intentionally or unintentionally.
The kitchen of the Tongzilou is public, with a ceiling above it, open on all sides, and dozens of earthen stoves next to each other. Those who need it bring their own firewood and use it at will.
In front of a stove not far from Xiaojuan, stood a strange and young man. This man is tall, tall and straight, with a dark silver mask on his face, covering his eyebrows, a soft black cotton hat tied up his hair, and one or two strands of slightly curled down the edges. His hair swayed slightly with the movement of his hands. He was wearing an apron, with a tight waistline, and the black T-shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing two smooth and strong arms with fair skin.
This year, the beauty of a man lies in the dark and shiny skin, the knotted muscles, and the scars like medals. It's rare to see such a fair-skinned, handsome, lean and well-proportioned man again, even though he hasn't even shown his face yet. It has been able to attract the women in the whole big kitchen to either quietly or blatantly cast their eager eyes on him.
Those beautiful and slender fingers held the knife, and with the fast-paced thumping sound, the ingredients on the cutting board were cut into filaments like magic. He raised his hand and threw the onion, ginger, and garlic into the oil pan. After the oil exploded with a bang, he put his hand on the pan, and with his position as the center, a seductive scent spread out in the kitchen.
In the dim kitchen full of oil stains, this man with a clean temperament was almost like a bud that came out of the mud, so beautiful that he didn't look like a man who existed in this era.
The girl next to Xiaojuan grabbed the food and threw it into the pot, her attention was almost stuck on the opposite side, and she had no idea what she was cooking.
"Who is this?" Xiaojuan quietly nudged her with her elbow and asked in a low voice.
The girl put her hand on her ear and whispered close to her, "It's been a few days, you still don't know, Chu Qianxun's man."
Xiaojuan's eyes slashed at the man's young and firm arm, thinking of the old man who was lying in her room with loose skin and a grumpy temper. My heart is sour.
Especially when they found that their ingredients were more abundant than their own, the word jealousy was almost written on their faces.
"It must be a very low rank, or an ordinary person." Xiaojuan rolled her eyes, leaning against the girl and bit her ear, "Qianxun usually looks quite arrogant, but she didn't expect to raise a man just after she climbed up the rank, no wonder Going out to hunt demons every day desperately."
The man on the opposite side quickly packed up a few delicate dishes and packed them in a tray. He didn't forget to put on a dust-proof hood. He easily lifted it with one hand and walked out of the kitchen door.
On the stove next to him is the famous "crazy woman" in the building. Today, she rarely has her hair tied up like a bird's nest and washed her face, which makes her look much neater.
When Ye Peitian passed by her side, she was a little too nervous, and accidentally turned a pot of freshly cooked bean paste off the stove. The squat body fell backwards in a panic, and the hot bean paste overflowed from the bowl, and it was about to splash all over her body.
A hand stretched out from her side, supported the bottom of the bowl, miraculously pocketed the bean porridge in mid-air, and put it back on the stove, the man even had time to withdraw his hand and support the mad woman again. The child's elbow stabilized her Houang's body. And his left hand held his tray firmly with five fingers, and the bowl on it didn't even shake.
Most of the people who can live in this kind of bungalow are middle- and low-level saints. It is natural to see at a glance that Ye Peitian's hand looks easy, but it is actually not very simple. It is absolutely impossible to be just a "little white face" who sells hue for a living.
The mad woman's freckled face turned red, and with her sharp teeth and sharp mouth, she pinched her thanks.
Ye Peitian released her elbow, nodded, and walked away without speaking.
In the past, he was very resistant to the excessive approach of others, and the little beggar who threw himself on his leg would be thrown away by his neck. Attempting to stick up the warbler, he overreacted and pushed the man into the ditch.
Now, because of the warmth, his too awkward social phobia has finally begun to improve a little bit.
Ye Peitian looked down at his palm, happy because of his change, and strode upstairs with his long legs.
I want Chihiro to open his eyes in the morning and the first thing he sees is himself, I want to have breakfast with her, and then ask for a good morning kiss from her.
As soon as Ye Peitian left, the whole big kitchen exploded with a hum.
"Is that Chu Qianxun's man? Where did she find it? The dishes are so delicious. I come to the kitchen early every morning, just to see what he's doing today."
"Do you know what kind of life Qianxun is living now? The house is spotlessly cleaned every day, and three meals are prepared for her to eat in different ways." The mad woman looked at the figure that quickly disappeared from the door, and bit the dirty food unwillingly. Handkerchief, "Why do you ask me? That man came to my place to buy things from the first day. What brooms and rags, soapy water basins, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. He also asked about Chu Qianxun's preferences of that dead woman. Woo. Oh, I'm not worse than Chihiro, why can't I meet such a good man."
"I think I should work harder and raise myself up a bit." The girl beside Xiaojuan stared at the door blankly.
"Me, me too. If I could raise a man like that, I would be willing to work hard every day." Another girl answered her.
"He looks handsome, has a good figure, is good at cooking, and is very considerate. I'm really jealous."
"Don't say it, you have to dare to fight like Chihiro, go out to hunt demons every day, and climb the ranks all the way. If you have the strength, you can pick men like this. Instead of letting men pick yourself."
"How do you know if you're handsome when you wear a mask?" Xiaojuan said sourly, "Maybe if you take off the mask, it will scare you to death."
Xiaojuan has a beautiful appearance and is very popular with men. Naturally, she is not very popular among women. Soon, mocking laughter sounded from the corner, "It's better than looking for an old man. Hee hee."
Hearing these words, she was so angry that she almost flipped the white face in her hand, but thinking that the man with a bad temper in the room had waited too long, she didn't dare to delay any longer, so she had to swallow her anger and start cooking first.
Chu Qianxun didn't know that the women in the building were already talking about her to the point of half-heat.
When she woke up in the morning, as soon as she opened the door, she saw her sweetheart knocking on the door with breakfast, so she smiled and stuck out her head, gave him a good morning kiss, and pulled him into the house.
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In the big cities of the Golden Age, because of the dense population, the number of monsters born is also huge. After being abandoned, there are still many monsters lingering in them. Therefore, these places have also become battlefields for witchers to pursue wealth, or to bury their lives.
At this moment, in the abandoned street, a team of witch hunters quickly climbed to the roof of the building, quietly watching a battle that took place not far away,
"Look there, a sixth-order monster. It's just a woman who deals with it."
"Done heads-up? One person heads up a sixth-order monster. How many ranks does she have? At most fifth-order, it's too reluctant."
"She is critical, the fifth-order critical state, and the wind-type ability that can attack from a distance and melee. It is still okay to face such slow-moving monsters." The only man in the team who reached the sixth-order said, "This is This kind of monster can be solved by me alone."
He doesn't want to let his comrades who follow his lead think that he is not as good as a fifth-order woman. In fact, if he was asked to face a sixth-order monster of the same rank alone, he would not dare.
In general cognition, human beings are not as powerful as monsters of the same rank. The tactics adopted by most people are to use the unique teamwork of human beings to besiege monsters and win. Not to mention the leapfrog one-on-one monster.
"She's really handsome. I like this young lady very much." The girl with the healing power in the team looked at the battlefield with bright eyes, "But why is the man beside her just standing and watching?"
"Probably from the auxiliary department, and they don't have any fighting ability. These days, there is no distinction between males and females, and there are many men who rely on women for food."
"Should we invite them to the defiler's lair? With this Wind Saint, the mission will be more secure. Even the bounty will be divided by two more people."
"No need, the desecrator is nothing, the highest rank will not exceed the sixth rank, I have killed several. You can just follow me." The sixth rank soldier patted his chest and gave the package ticket, cheering for the team members he recruited temporarily.