One thought of Acacia, one thought of perseverance

Chapter 32

He Mu pushed Rong Chenzi half-hugging him, and smiled embarrassedly: "Zhi Guan, it's time for you to get up at this time. Your disciples and grandchildren must be doing morning lessons."

Rong Chenzi embraced her slender waist, his hands were slowly clenched like snakes, his voice was calm and powerful, still undoubtedly Rong Chenzi's tone: "It's okay if you don't go today."

As soon as the words were finished, Qingxuan came outside to bring him water for washing, it seemed that Rong Chenzi left without saying hello to them.Hearing his voice, tears welled up in He Mu's eyes——Qingxuan, you are really good, I like you the most! !
"Rong Chenzi" had no choice but to get out of bed to wash up, while Qingxuan stood beside him quietly to serve.He Mu was wrapped in a quilt and huddled in the couch. On the low cabinet beside the bed were two rows of scriptures that Rong Chenzi often read, and underneath were some magical instruments that Rong Chenzi collected.The mussel touched an ancient gossip mirror calmly.

Using the quilt as a cover, he glanced at Rong Chenzi who was grooming. There was only a rotten face in the mirror. This face seemed to be covered with thick mucus, and the face still maintained the pained look before death.The two eyes were originally wide open, but now they have been corroded by mucus, leaving only half of the eyeball without the white of the eyeball.

He Mu kept covering her eyes, but she was also very curious - this is the area around the chest and abdomen of "Rong Chenzi", how could there be such a face?What's even more bizarre is that other parts of Rong Chenzi look the same in the mirror.

He Mu silently clutched the gossip mirror, and Qing Xuan over there was even cuter: "The younger brothers have assembled and are waiting for Master at the training ground."

He Mu felt that Qing Xuan must be the cutest person in the world, not one of them.

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Rong Chenzi tidied up and followed Qingxuan to the martial arts training ground in the back mountain. He Mu sat up from the bed and ran down the mountain without saying a word.She was still more careful, afraid that using the water escape would be detected by this thing, but she was a little hesitant when she ran halfway, she didn't know when Rong Chenzi would come back, this little Taoist priest might be the monster's appetizer.

She hesitated for a while between fleeing for her life and warning, but the root cause of her hesitation was - the food made by these little Taoist priests was quite delicious...

Thinking of this, she thought of a more important thing. Qing Yun said that she still eats carrot balls for breakfast today. People can't run fast even if they don't have breakfast. Why don't they go back and eat breakfast before leaving?If you still remember this by then, well, just remind them by the way.

So the mussel turned around and trotted back to the dining hall, she was not good at exercising, she was already out of breath by this time: "Ah, Qingyun, what's delicious today?"

As soon as she entered the dining hall, she yelled loudly that Qing Yun was cooking - he is good at cooking and willing to innovate, he has always cooked the mussel dishes by himself.

Hearing this, he replied: "Carrot balls, sit down first, the first pot is ready."

He Mu was overjoyed, and quickly sat down at the table. The two fireworkers didn't dare to neglect, and hurried forward to wipe the table and chairs clean.Qingxuan served three plates of radish balls. This radish ball is different from the following method. He first cut the tender radish into small pieces of uniform size, and then cut them into balls. Finally, he hollowed out the inside and stuffed some salted radish. Fresh bamboo shoots, shiitake mushrooms, lotus root, etc., stuffed and wrapped in gorgon powder, deep-fried in clear oil, fried until golden in color, then picked up, and then returned to the pan for frying, and finally served out, with the secret spices made of fennel.

There are also sweet ones, sweet bean paste, jujube paste, walnuts, longan, etc. There are also fruit flavors, which mainly use seasonal fruits, such as apples, oranges, pears, etc., depending on the season, what is available.

There are three dishes in the first pot, salty, sweet, and fruity, and the mussels are so greedy that they start to gobble them up.When Qing Yun reached the seventh pot, the guy still only felt half full, and the disciples in Guanzhong had finished their morning classes.

Watching Rong Chenzi slowly walk into the dining hall, He Mum choked on a fruit-flavored radish ball.It's over, it seems that I forgot the business.

Rong Chenzi walked to her table, she swallowed the radish ball forcefully, and then quickly swallowed the last ball on the plate - this monster can't be cheap!this
Rong Chenzi sat down beside her, and she greeted with a dry smile: "Zhiguan, hehehehe, Zhiguan."

Seeing that she was choking heavily, Qing Yun hurriedly brought over the soup. He Mu thought about the face in the gossip mirror in the morning. He had no appetite at first, but this soup was used to cook the radish balls and the stuffing inside. It is tangy, and it is smooth and refreshing in the mouth.

The mussel thought that it should not be wasted, so she drank up the soup in one go.

Qingxuan and Qingling served Rong Chenzi again, and Qingyun brought the eighth pot of radish balls, and asked her cautiously, "Do you still want to eat?"

He Mu smacked her lips, thinking that Rong Chenzi was already close by anyway, so there was nothing to worry about, so she swaggered and waved her hand: "I don't have much to eat, you just need to fry another three or four pots. "

A group of little Taoist priests covered their mouths, shaking with laughter.

When it was time to eat the ninth pot, Rong Chenzi's meal was served, which was his usual three dishes and one porridge.Although the dishes are simple, the mussels are unbalanced—it’s okay for the monster to come uninvited, so why not invite it to eat?

In line with the principle of not being wasted, this guy snatched the wild vegetable porridge in front of Rong Chenzi before he was about to move his chopsticks, raised his head, and drank it gulply.Seeing the terrified eyes of the little Taoist priests, this guy wiped his mouth: "Zhiguan, the porridge is good, hehe, it's really good."

Qingxuan didn't say anything, and hurriedly served another bowl for Rong Chenzi. He Mu felt that her stomach was definitely not as good as a pot, so she immediately felt that porridge had no defensive value compared to vegetables.

So she made a decisive decision and quickly brought the three small dishes in front of her eyes—Rong Chenzi doesn't eat five spices, and the three dishes are actually stir-fried bean sprouts with cucumber, fried gluten with bamboo shoots in sauce, and stewed mushrooms with vegetables.The mussel quickly dug the vegetables into its mouth, and before Rong Chenzi could put down his chopsticks, she emptied three plates.

At this time, she actually felt full, but there were still two pots of radish balls in front of her eyes—in fact, compared with Rong Chenzi's porridge and side dishes, radish balls were as different as Fusang Island and Chinese territory.

So the big river clam became cruel and gritted her teeth, and she defended the two pots of radish balls together...

With such heroism and swiftness, not to mention the little Taoist priests, even "Rong Chenzi" in front of him was stunned.In the end, Qingxuan came over, and whispered to Qingyun: "Junior brother, work hard, and... let's make a few more pots..."

He Mum's ear is so strong that she immediately burst into tears. She covered her chubby belly with one hand, and held Qingxuan's hand with the other, with a painful expression on her face: "First, don't rush, defending dignity is a hard job, let me rest for a while and Then defend."

Qingxuan sweated: "You, you, are you full after all..."

And at this moment He Mu took his hand and suddenly wrote two words in his palm - almost full...

Qingxuan broke away from her hand, and told Qingyun: "She said she was almost full, let's cook another pot."

He Mu glared at Qingxuan angrily, with the utmost contempt——Qingxuan, I really don’t have a common language with you, and I can’t even understand sprinting. In fact, you were taught Chinese characters by Koreans, right? !

(End of this chapter)