i have a sword fairy

Chapter 657
"Hey, what kind of smell is this, it smells so good!"

Xiao Qian'er subconsciously shrugged her nose, and suddenly woke up.

She hugged the quilt and sat up, stretched her neck and looked around the empty room. The door was ajar, and the aroma came from the yard outside.

Xiaoqianer first ruled out one correct option, her little face was full of suspicion and surprise: "The pot in my kitchen can cook by itself?!"

At this time, Zhao Rong walked into the room with a bowl of stewed bird's nest with rock sugar and a plate of special breakfast, without spilling the bowls and plates in his hands.

He just heard Xiao Qian'er muttering at the door, and he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

"Cook you big-headed ghost."

Zhao Rong put the breakfast on the Eight Immortals table not far from Xiaoqian'er's bed, put down his rolled up sleeves, walked to the bed, and lightly tapped the little head of the bedridden girl who was staring at him eagerly.

"Hurry up and eat, the sun is shining on your buttocks. Get up and eat together. I'm going back to the academy later. I have an exam in the morning, so I can't accompany you."

Xiaoqian'er was stunned for a while, her eyes looked at the rich breakfast that was obviously freshly baked and steaming, and at the face of her lover who was very familiar to her.

"Brother Rong, is this breakfast... did you buy it or did the inn cook cook it?"

Zhao Rong washed his hands and face, without turning his head, said: "Is there such a possibility, I mean possible."

"I did this?" He asked seriously.

Xiaoqian'er immediately blurted out, "How could it be so delicious! I don't know how you cook, you can't even serve a bowl of noodles, and I didn't know if it was a guilty conscience after consummating the house last time. I even made red date porridge the morning before. Coax me and Miss. Huh, this is the only time."

Someone's virtue, the little girl is 'precious'.

Zhao Rong laughed heartily, but the interviewer sighed a long time: "Hey, it seems that you still don't know me well enough, so let's get up and have a taste first, so that your stomach can get to know me as a husband again."

Little Qian'er: ...

She tilted her head and looked at the lover who was busy washing for a while, and couldn't help asking: "Brother Rong, am I dreaming? I seemed to be dreaming last night. I dreamed that you cleaned the house for the first time, which scared me so much that I almost couldn't sleep. "

"Oh, so did you fall asleep in the end?"

She murmured with a delicate nasal voice: "Well, although it was a bit difficult, I still fell asleep, but now that I saw the breakfast, I was so scared that I couldn't sleep again." Her tone was serious.

"Do you still want to sleep? You're confident enough to sleep late, get up quickly! Don't force me to spank my ass."

Xiao Qian'er, who had a serious face just a second ago, showed a smile, "Hee hee, come here, who is afraid of whom!"

"........."

Lawless?This is too much spanking, immune?Or is spanking not considered punishment for this skinny girl?

Zhao Rong silently flashed through her mind the last few times when she was spanking her buttocks, she buried her pretty face with reddened ears, and that crisp cry that became more and more strange as she heard it.

At this time, Zhao Rong pretended not to hear the girl's provocation and did not let her succeed.

After washing up, he changed into a crisp Confucian shirt, sat down at the table and began to eat.

Morning exercise and breakfast made Zhao Rong busy all morning, and now he has a little leisure.

Looking at the sumptuous breakfast on the table, he smiled and rolled up his sleeves.

It’s also interesting to say that Zhao Rong had finished his morning exercise outside and planned to bring some breakfast for Xiaoqian’er at the morning market, but because he got up too early, he was one of the first batch of customers, and many breakfast shops still had breakfast. Cook and steam early.

The peddlers were busy, Zhao Rong was not in a hurry to rush, he just waited and watched, but after watching, he turned around silently and went back home.

Just before returning to the yard, Zhao Rong stopped by to buy some fresh bird's nest and seasoning.

As for the other ingredients needed for the delicacies that came to mind not long ago, when he cleaned the kitchen in the early morning, he remembered that they were all there, so he didn't need to buy more.

"These bosses seem to make breakfast a bit simple. The variety is still very monotonous. There are only steamed cakes and flax porridge. It's so weak. How did I eat it these few months? It's an insult to my previous life. The status of an outstanding citizen of the empire, do you think this can be tolerated... I'll do it myself, remember those delicious things, it seems that it's not that difficult to do."

Zhao Rong muttered as he walked back home.

The awakened brain is running at high speed, and it is used in a place that the sword spirit thinks is not doing its job properly.

And those breakfast shop owners didn't know that a harmless Confucian scholar who was standing outside politely just now had made them more potential risks of unemployment and layoffs.

Then Zhao Rong returned to the yard with the thought of 'I'll do it, I'll do it'.

He used his terrifying memory as if he could easily consult documents, and then used the mobility of a warrior in the late stage of Fuyao Realm to really prepare a decent breakfast...

Little Qian'er didn't know about Zhao Rong's transformation, she only felt that she was dreaming now, someone made her a very greedy breakfast, and the most disgusting thing now is that this 'sweet dream' is still going to ' Nightmare' Evolving Trends…

"Brother Smelly Ronger, wait...you put down my little bun! Huh~"

Seeing Zhao Rong in front of the table picking up his chopsticks to pick up the breakfast, Xiao Qian'er, who was trapped in the bed, became anxious and stretched out his hand to shout.

Zhao Rong glanced at the 'little bun' he picked up, and corrected him: "This is called Xiaolongbao."

Xiao Qian'er nodded, and changed her words righteously: "Then you put down my steamed bun!"

Zhao Rong: ...

The girl stared at this novelty 'Xiaolongbao' with a strong aroma, and swallowed her saliva.

Zhao Rong was speechless, "There are still some on the plate, I'll just eat one."

"Not even one, this...there are only five chubby steamed buns in total!" The little girl had sharp eyes, and flattened her mouth to accuse her lover: "It's enough for five of me, Brother Smelly Ronger, what the hell are you doing?" Are you so cruel that you want to eat me? How can you bear it!"

"I'm sorry..." Zhao Rong subconsciously put down his chopsticks because of her aggrieved tone, and only realized halfway through, he decisively threw the steamed buns into his mouth, and mumbled while chewing: "No, I made this in the first place. Yes, first come, first served, why can't you eat it, and you don't know it, you can't name it, and it doesn't know you, so why is it all yours? Little girl, you can turn black and white."

Zhao Rong smiled, and then in front of Xiaoqian'er who was staring wide-eyed in grief, he picked up another steamed bun and ate it in one gulp. He also nodded and boasted: "But Tao Xing Li Rong Brother, I'm almost there."

Little Qian'er's heart was bleeding.

She stayed in bed and recovered within a second. The quilt was thrown off, and she jumped out of bed to fight Zhao Rong desperately.

"Brother Smelly Ronger, you wait! Hey, where are my clothes, why are they missing? Brother Ronger, you are a pervert, forget about steamed buns, you don't even let go of my clothes..."

Zhao Rong, who was smiling, was taken aback, and pointed his chopsticks at the drying rack outside, "I'm sorry, I couldn't see it before, so I just washed it for you."

"I can also wash clothes for people... No." She put on a serious face, and continued to stare and ask: "Then what should I wear now!"

"...Do you just have one set of clothes?"

"I was torn apart by you on the night of Dali."

Zhao Rong: ...

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

Xiao Qian'er stood there with her mouth pursed and stared at him.

Zhao Rong silently gave up his seat to her, stopped grabbing food with her, and went to take out a set of his clean and tidy blue Confucian shirt, which was worn too small before, and handed it to Xiaoqianer, asking her to wash up first .

"Ahem, put on mine, good girl, bear with it, and change it later when I go back to Taiqing Mansion. What are you doing standing up, sit down and eat quickly."

Zhao Rong modestly gave way to her, and then watched her eat first.

"Hmph, that's about it."

Xiaoqian'er looked at him for a while from the corner of her eyes, then tilted the minibus and started to move her chopsticks. As soon as her stomach encountered the delicious breakfast prepared by Zhao Rong, all the little dissatisfaction was thrown away.

"This is Xiaolongbao? Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Xiao Qian'er opened her mouth in surprise, unable to speak clearly.

At this time, her two cheeks swelled up, like a little hamster whose mouth was filled with food, and finally swallowed it with a thin neck. Xiaolongbao, but the action was too hasty, the chopsticks picked it up several times, and fell on the table, she didn't dislike it, she was not afraid of being scalded, she just dropped the chopsticks and grabbed it with her hands, this time the Xiaolongbao couldn't escape She fell into the devil's claws and was eaten by Xiao Qian'er in one bite, with a satisfied face.

After she finished eating the three steamed buns with great reluctance, she turned her attention to other strange breakfasts that she had never seen before.

"Brother Rong, what is this steamed dumpling? The skin is so thin."

"Crystal Shrimp Dumplings."

"Good name...wow, so smooth and delicious!"

"Brother Ronger, what is this? It looks like a crooked little bun with so much stuffing?"

"What crooked little buns, why are your brains full of buns? This is called siu mai, try it."

"Okay... um! It's delicious too! Brother Rong'er, there's even fungus in it! Qian'er likes it."

Zhao Rong teased, "Do you like siu mai, or brother Ronger and me? Or, which one do you prefer?"

This is a small gift proposition, little Qian'er's dark eyes turned brightly, and said sweetly: "Of course it is Brother Rong who likes to make siu mai for Qian'er!"

Zhao Rong smiled.

Regardless of the curious baby next to him who was startled and gobbled it up, he answered her questions casually, called for early roll call, and simply scooped a few mouthfuls of porridge from an empty bowl to warm his stomach. Most of the remaining bird's nest porridge with rock sugar was filled into her bowl and passed it over.

"Try it, the porridge I made for you and Qingjun, the cooking time of the porridge should be better than before, there is still some in the kitchen, you can take it back to Qingjun to taste it later, at this point, if she is fine in the mansion today, It should be locked up in Qinglianxuan for another day of practice, and I forgot to eat."

Little Qian'er held the porridge bowl warming her hands, her peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed into crescent moons, and she muttered, "Brother Rong'er really cares about Miss."

Zhao Rong blinked and said, "Whoever said that, I care about you too. I put half a papaya in this bird's nest porridge. You should drink more."

"Woo... papaya?"

The girl's expression was blank, she stared at the porridge bowl for a while, then looked down at the bottom, and then her face turned red at a certain moment, just like the brilliant morning glow in the sky outside the window at this time.

Zhao Rong smiled and admired.

Little Qian'er wished she could bury her face in the bowl and never see anyone again.

"Obviously...Miss Mingming also wants to make up some, and... Qian'er is not alone!" She stammered.

The little girl was jealous and ashamed, and argued: "So...you care about me incidentally, and miss you the most! That's right! That's it...I...I don't drink it anymore, I leave all the bird's nest porridge with papaya rock sugar to you Big lady, let her make up for it, I don't need..."

"No, you need it very much."

Zhao Rong interrupted with a smile, and pushed Xiaoqian'er's head into the bowl, easily eliminating the little girl's resistance.

Little Qian'er was helpless, um, it seemed that every time he pushed her head down, she was helpless and obeyed obediently, both during the day and at night... In the end, the red-faced girl had no choice but to finish the big bowl of papaya porridge, and this scene It was also somewhat familiar from last night.

It's just that a certain domineering instigator didn't realize this.

After Zhao Rong accompanied Xiaoqian'er to finish the sumptuous breakfast, the two cleaned up and went out.

"Don't move back to this courtyard, you might come back to live in it later..."

"Okay, I'll keep it for you."

Zhao Rong and Xiao Qian'er were holding hands, chatting with each other.

The two walked to the gate of the yard and wanted to part.

Zhao Rong let go of his hands, and opened his arms towards the girl beside her who was wearing an ordinary men's Confucian shirt and could still show a slender and pretty temperament.

"Come on, check it out." He said solemnly.

Xiaoqian'er took the initiative to tiptoe and threw herself into Zhao Rong's arms so that the villain could hug her.

She lowered her head and said in a low voice, "How can the effect be so fast? Besides, Qian'er is so young, it's just... just like you are in a hurry... like a fool, thinking that all women are the same as that Mr. Zhu."

The sweetheart's special concern made the little girl feel sour and sweet at the same time. At the end of the sentence, she groaned, pouted her lips and hung up the oil bottle, "Yes, yes, Mr. Zhu is really a peak that is difficult for men and women to climb. what."

Unexpectedly, Zhao Rong was stunned, and touched her swollen soft belly, "I mean check to see if you are full, what are you talking about, why did you mention Zhu Yourong..."

Little Qian'er: ...

This wave is a self-destructing truck.

After a while, a certain girl who couldn't speak wanted to break free from Zhao Rong's arms and fled, wishing to run away quickly.

However, Zhao Rong didn't let her go right away, hugged her tightly in his arms, smiled and whispered a few words in the shy little girl's ear, asking her to go back and supervise Qing Jun's eating and rest.

Then Zhao Rong let go of his arms and was about to let her go. Who would have thought that Xiao Qian'er would stop running at this time, her face buried in the clothes on his chest.

Zhao Rong asked curiously, "What's the matter, are you reluctant to leave?"

The little girl's slender body twisted again, and she didn't know what she meant now.

Zhao Rong looked around, with a puzzled expression on his face.

The girl in her arms asked in a low voice: "You...why are you so energetic so early in the morning? Didn't I suffer...a lot last night? Why are you still playing tricks...so reluctant to part with Qian'er?"

"...???"

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　PS: There is another chapter, at [-]:[-] noon, it will be published regularly

　　
　
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