Becoming a Senior Sister Lingshan

Chapter 23 The Beginning of the Day – Liu Fufeng
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Liu Fufeng, who was washing rice at the side, blushed when he saw Lu Ling in the distance.

The white silk under Lu Ling's butt...she has one on her body now.

Thinking of this, Liu Fufeng blushed and spat.

The past few days were just when she needed this thing, and she didn't expect it to be used by Lu Ling to pad her butt. Fortunately, she had enough at the beginning, so there would be no shortage of it.

But Liu Fufeng always felt uncomfortable in this situation, she twisted her thigh unnaturally.

Of course, there is nothing wrong with Lu Ling sitting on it in a sense...

Pooh.

What are you thinking about.

Liu Fufeng shook his head to shake the strange thoughts out of his mind, then stretched out his hand to stir in the barrel.

"Wow..."

After pouring out the dirty water in the rice tube, Liu Fufeng put the rice aside and began to wash the vegetables.

As for why there is no need to eat Yueyingcao anymore... It all comes down to Lingshan's "policy".

The other eight disciple peaks in Lingshan have their own exclusive dining halls, and female cultivators who do not have bigu only need to go to the dining hall to eat three meals a day.

Of course, if you don’t want to eat, you can also take the token to get the ingredients and make it yourself.

Liu Fufeng is the second type, although they can go to the canteens of other peaks to make a living, but Liu Fufeng is not willing.

One is that it is troublesome to go to other places every day...

Two... She wanted Lu Ling to eat the food she cooked.

And one more thing.

The token Master gave her seems to have a lot of authority, and the senior sister in charge of distributing the ingredients told her the remaining amount that she could receive, which really shocked her.

That huge amount feels like enough to feed thousands of people for a month.

But Liu Fufeng wasn't greedy either, he just took some of the most common vegetables and rice, and the amount was only about three days.

After all, after three days, these vegetables will not be fresh.

As for why there is no meat...

In fact, Liu Fufeng is not very good at cooking meat...and she doesn't like to eat it, her taste buds are a bit special.

Sensitive to certain smells, especially the fishy smell of meat.

In severe cases, sometimes she would vomit for a whole day after just one bite, and she would rather not eat than endure the disgusting smell.

But in the future, she will have to make meat food. After all, when Lu Ling was still growing, her body was so weak. It's just for the beginning, it's better to eat more vegetables and take care of herself slowly.

After washing the vegetables, Liu Fufeng walked into the thatched hut, poured rice and stream water into the pot, then took out a stone-sized solid, broke off a small piece and threw it into the firewood.

After a while, flames blazed up.

Seeing this, Liu Fufeng nodded.

The method of the Xian family is really miraculous, it can make fire without flint, which saves her a lot of trouble, and if this kind of solid is used to ignite firewood, there will be no choking white smoke.

very convenient.

At this time, Lu Ling's small and trivial singing came from outside.

It was still in a language that Liu Fufeng could not understand, but she showed a smile and dimpled sweetly.

As long as she thinks it sounds good, it doesn't matter if she can't understand it.

In the distance, Lu Ling was washing her hands by the stream, humming softly, shaking her head, very cute.

"I am not happy to be born, and I don't love Futian... When I am hungry, I eat a bowl of rice, and when I am sleepy, I fall asleep. Hengshan is always majestic and Xiangshui is long, and the mountain trails follow me, and the water washes my face..."

At this point, Lu Ling stopped singing and began to wash her face.

This song is about a monk named Lazy, who lives freely and freely in the world, a story that is vulgar but refined.

Liu Fufeng walked over and stopped beside Lu Ling, who continued to sing after washing his face.

"How is the Pearl Palace wider than this room? The mountains and clouds form a hook at night and the moon forms a hook.

If you are lazy to wipe away porridge for ordinary people, how can you envy princes if you don't go to the emperor.

The lock singing softly towards the golden cage is not as good as the chirping and chirping in the forest.

As I said, sleep enough on the spot, the vines lie down, and the moss stones are used as pillows..."

Lu Ling didn't sing seriously, she just hummed softly, and she couldn't even remember the lyrics clearly, and she got away with the vagueness after a few words.

But she remembers the phrase "Moss and rocks make pillows" very clearly, which is similar to her sleeping on thatch.

Different from her perfunctory, Liu Fufeng listened very seriously.

She likes this rhythm very much.

When Liu Fufeng was at home, he practiced medicine every day, never went to Lelou, and never met a few singers. The only songs he could sing were a few simple nursery rhymes.

That's why she was so obsessed with Lu Ling's singing. Lu Ling's songs were all good songs from her memory, and she could easily capture Liu Fufeng's heart.

It's strange that Liu Fufeng can always be on Lu Ling's channel in this matter, and she can hear a lot of things from Lu Ling's voice.

Maybe it's fate.

Listening to the ditty that Lu Ling hummed softly, Liu Fufeng silently wrote it down in his heart.

Not only because of the bright rhythm, but also a very important reason.

From the current Lu Ling's singing, she could hear a taste of being refined and extraordinary, very charming.

Liu Fufeng is very envious of Lu Ling, at least Lu Ling who can sing this kind of tune must have a mood that matches it.

Three points chic, seven points carefree.

If Lu Ling understood Liu Fufeng's thoughts, she would definitely tell her that this feeling is "Zen".

However, that's what he said to the eminent monks. For Lu Ling, this kind of thinking is actually salty fish.

And what Lu Ling wants is the kind of life in the lyrics.

Of course, Lu Ling's current physical condition does not allow her to be so salty.

The last paragraph is also Lu Ling's favorite paragraph.

Lu Ling thought about the lyrics, revealing yearning.

[You have your own cave 36, how can you find a place to stay in the Golden Palace. 】

The monk doesn't miss the Golden Palace, and she, Lu Ling, is not a follower.

[Tasting the delicious taste of cooked taro, this trip to the secular world was not in vain. 】

The monk likes cooked taro, and so does she. As long as she can eat delicious food, she will not live this life in vain.

[As I said, when spring comes, the grass will thicken, let the tiger take it, but it’s just a crazy old man——]

The monk is quiet and does nothing, and so is she. It's just that her mentality of taking a step and watching a step is inferior, but it's not much worse.

As for the madman...it's different.

The monk is just a crazy old man, not her Lu Ling.

She is not crazy, nor old, but a little greedy.

Speaking of gluttony...

Lu Ling stroked her stomach, and curled her lips.

She is a little hungry.

So Lu Ling patted Liu Fufeng who was dazed at the side, and went back to the room with the washbasin in her arms.

At the end of the song, people are not scattered.

Liu Fufeng stood there blankly, then a gleam of light flashed in her eyes, she hummed the little tune that Lu Ling sang before, and followed into the thatched cottage.

Lu Ling looked at Liu Fufeng, who was obviously in a good mood, and felt a little strange, but she didn't ask any further questions, and this wasn't the first time this happened.

She just wants to eat now.

For Liu Fufeng's craftsmanship, Lu Ling still likes it very much. Of course, it may be that Yueyingcao drank too much, and now she even thinks the porridge is delicious.

Their breakfast is very simple, a bowl of white rice porridge with a few slices of vegetables.

Simple, light, yet nutritious.

It is worth mentioning that she and Liu Fufeng finally have their own bowls and chopsticks, and they no longer need to "eat with the same utensils".

As for "sleeping in the same bed"...

no way.

For a short time, they still have to squeeze into this small thatched bed.

　Amway time, it is still peace, "Long Words", the AV number will not be released anyway, no one will listen to it... resentment.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)