After I was reborn, I became the most ruthless cub in the whole continent

Chapter 43 Ginger Noodle Soup

It was rare for Song Jingmo to be a little cautious when he got ashore with his strength.

Nan Tao lip-smacked her to remind her of the woman's identity.

"Hello, Sister Sect Leader." Song Jingmo was taken aback, shrank like a quail, and said hello obediently.

Yin Zhihua hadn't seen such a stunned newcomer for a long time, she moved her fingers, and finally only caressed the non-existing folds on the clothes.

"The harvest is good, let's go back." Her voice was light, and her eyes were calmly fixed on the front.

Song Jingmo and Nan Tao both nodded in agreement, and left the place of inheritance like tails behind the senior sister in charge.

"Junior sister just came here, if you have anything you don't understand, you can ask Nan Tao, she is the steward of the Qingling Sect, she can take care of everything big and small." Yin Zhihua remembered something and said with a smile.

Nodding subconsciously, Song Jingmo remembered the rules he had heard before.

If it is said that during the retreat period of the senior sister in charge, the disciples of the sect cannot leave the sect if they fail to break through a great realm, Nan Tao has the right to decide such a matter?

In other words, Nan Tao can let the radish heads go out to play.

It's just that Nan Tao didn't mention it, and the others didn't have the thought to ask.

Who would have thought that Nan Tao, who looks weak and small, actually holds the other half of Qing Lingzong's management power?

Following the elder sister to the dining hall, a crowd of radish heads gathered there at some point.

Song Jingmo touched the sleeping Buyu in his arms, and was about to find a place to put the tiger cub down.

She didn't know how long she had been in the place of inheritance, but the senior sisters in charge had all left the customs——

The time should not be too short.

"Everyone is not practicing, what are you doing in the dining hall?" Yin Zhihua smiled half-smile, with the intention of teasing others.

"Naturally, it's to welcome the senior sister to leave the customs." Nan Tao said calmly, and received the grateful eyes of the carrot heads.

The radish heads are of different heights, but the small Nanpu has an incomparably stalwart image in the hearts of the radish heads.

"Elder Sister has retreated for many days, do you want to have dinner together in the dining hall tonight?" Nan Tao's little heart is very strong, and it has fully recovered at this moment.

The senior sister in charge is a gentle person, it is a joke that she has fear for no reason.

It's not like I haven't gotten into trouble before, and I wasn't so tense and ready to admit my mistake at any time.

Nan Tao despises herself, but she doesn't realize that she behaves like a tiger who is not at home and a monkey calls a king.

When it came to eating, Yin Zhihua's eyes fluctuated, and Song Jingmo could even feel that the condensed temperament of the senior sister in charge had changed a lot.

Song Jingmo wasn't tired either, but making a casual meal wasn't tiring, so he echoed.

"Does the senior sister in charge have any favorite dishes?"

Yin Zhihua's own craftsmanship is only passable, and the only thing she is good at is dim sum.

The dim sum was also an old-fashioned dim sum, which was suppressed. The younger brothers and sisters later didn't like it, so she didn't do anything about it.

It was rare for someone to ask her taste, Yin Zhihua lowered her eyes and thought for a moment.

"Ginger noodle soup."

"Will Jingmo do it?"

"Yes." Song Jingmo, who was prepared for the senior sister to report a difficult dish, who didn't expect it to be ginger noodle soup, was stunned.

"Then let's have ginger noodle soup tonight."

The disciples who had never eaten ginger noodle soup naturally had no objection, and neither did Song Jingmo, who had saved trouble.

Song Zheng likes to eat ginger noodle soup. When she emptied out her belongings, she saved a lot of rice noodles in Wanshouzhu. Other ingredients she needed were available in the canteen kitchen. The only thing she needed to think about was the problem of portion size.

She still hasn't understood the appetite of her brothers and sisters.

You can eat less, and you can eat more.

After a little thought, he gave up the entanglement, put the tiger cub on a stone roller that was spacious enough, rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen.

The ginger soup required for ginger soup noodles needs to be cooked for an hour or two with ordinary cooking methods. With the help of spiritual power, this time can be shortened to 2 minutes.

Not long after, the mellow aroma of the food came out.

The self-conscious radish heads entered the kitchen one by one, brought out bowls of noodles, and placed them on the table twice.

"A bowl is not much, so take it yourself if you don't have enough."

"If it's not enough to eat on the table—"

"Let's eat Bigu Pill." Yin Zhihua picked up the bowl, first smelled the aroma, and then picked up a chopsticks of rice noodles with chopsticks to inhale.

She didn't speak, just sip after sip, and occasionally took a sip of hot ginger soup with a bowl.

Nan Tao doesn't like the taste of ginger very much. After taking a bite, she found that this level of ginger taste is acceptable. With a serious face, she ate bowl after bowl.

The other disciples were still immersed in the feeling of the first sip. Seeing that the empty bowls at the hands of the two eldest senior sisters had already started to pile up, they unanimously accelerated their inhalation speed.

You can't be humble when cooking.

It's time to grab a meal, eat more if you like it, and eat Bigu Dan quietly if you don't like it.

What if you like all of them?If you start slowly, you can still eat Bigu Dan quietly.

Song Jingmo's spiritual power was so full that it was about to overflow, he didn't feel any hunger at all, he just took a bowl of pure ginger soup and drank it slowly.

She doesn't like ginger very much herself, but she can't refuse a bowl of hot ginger soup.

Whether it is rainy night or sunny day.

The aura of the land of inheritance has melted the fog, and even wet the clothes. It is good to drink the ginger soup.

When there were only empty bowls left on the table, Yin Zhihua cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks with magic.

"Tomorrow morning, the practice field will test the homework."

"Jingmo still needs to consolidate the inheritance. Tomorrow, he will practice in the practice field for a day."

No one objected to this arrangement, so they all retreated, and only Nan Tao and the senior sister in charge were left in the small courtyard of the dining hall.

Nan Tao was purely drinking ginger soup and got a little drunk. At this time, she was a little dizzy and forgot to run away together.

Now that I placed an order, I was caught by the elder sister.

"Nan Tao, is there anything unusual in the outside world recently?"

"Everything is normal, and the fate cards of the senior brothers and sisters are also the same."

"Did the disciples of the sect violate the rules of the sect?"

"Everyone is very well-behaved and dare not violate the clan rules."

"At most, it's because I haven't cultivated seriously, and the progress in cultivation is still passable." Nan Tao originally wanted to say the first sentence, but she bald, and the latter sentence came out of her heart.

Yin Zhihua's expression didn't change, obviously she knew the situation well.

"Look at Jingmo."

"The whole body is variable and quite resilient. I don't know for sure."

"But I like it very much. She has a familiar aura on her body." Nan Tao shook her head, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were moist and shiny.

"Have you figured out anything?" After a long period of silence, Nan Tao regained consciousness and picked up the previous memory.

"It's a fog, I can't see through it." Yin Zhihua shook her head, looking down at the lines on her palm.

The inheritance she chose was the way of divination, and the skill of divination was extremely outstanding even in the era when the stars were shining.

Tiandao has become much weaker, but she can't see through a Song Jingmo.

(End of this chapter)