Abandoned Master's Cultivation

Matsushima Jixiang was originally an ordinary Dongyi girl. Except for a father who can cook, he has no background. For more than 20 years, he has not experienced too many storms except being ruthlessly strong by Jiang Wuchen overnight.

For three years, the scars left by Jiankang have not been completely healed, but they are forced by these debt collectors. Matsushima Jixiang is tired of dealing with it and is tired of all this.

At present, what she wants to do most is to go back to her small house, retract into the quilt, sleep all night and spend the cold winter in front of her.

"They promised to let your brother go?" asked Jiang Wuchen.

Matsushima Jixiang's body trembled, "agreed."

"Well, give them three days to send your brother back. I'll let bygones be bygones," said Jiang Wuchen.

Matsushima Jixiang was filled with gratitude, "thank you... Thank you." after three years, she didn't expect to say thank you to the man who had strengthened herself.

"Oh, I'll take you home," Matsushima Jixiang said.

"I haven't thought about going home yet," said Jiang Wuchen, thinking of three women with headaches.

"Where are you going? What about the money?" Matsushima Jixiang asked in a low voice.

"How much did they charge you?"

"Less than ten million."

"Take the money as if they paid you back." Jiang Wuchen said.

"No, no, no, you have helped me so much that I can't ask for your money. Absolutely not." Matsushima Jixiang's heart beat wildly.

20 million is nothing for Jiang Wuchen and not a small number for Matsushima Jixiang.

"You keep it for me first. Once you use it, I'm looking for you."

"Can I send it back to your house?" Matsushima Jixiang's face was filled with longing.

"It's a good choice to put you under the bed." Jiang Wuchen said with a smile.

"I don't want to owe you a favor. How can I thank you?" Matsushima Jixiang whispered.

"How do you want to thank?"

"I... don't know. Would you like to have dinner?"

"What do you eat?"

"What do you want to eat?" Matsushima Jixiang raised his head slightly and saw Jiang Wuchen's hot and greedy eyes. He immediately lowered his head again. His wolf like eyes seemed to see through her in a moment.

"Want to eat you, OK?" Jiang Wuchen came with a trace of evil spirit.

Matsushima Jixiang was most afraid to hear this sentence. His weak body couldn't help trembling and didn't know how to connect.

"For three years, you are still so shy? You know, it was your shyness that made me......" Jiang Wuchen took a breath. "It's over. When I was young, I always thought that apology was the most hypocritical expression.

I am full of disdain for apologizing. I never say sorry to anyone. Once I say these three words, it means that I have done something, which is useless for you.

If I have to apologize, I prefer to do something meaningful to you. This is my expression of apology to you. "Jiang Wuchen said faintly.

Somehow, hearing Jiang Wuchen say so, Matsushima Jixiang suddenly felt very wronged, and his nightmare of three years began to fade.

Time is a good medicine to dilute all hatred. That's right.

Three years ago that summer, when she was ruthlessly ravaged by Jiang Wuchen, she vowed that Jiang Wuchen must pay the corresponding price and he would take revenge.

For three years, she spent every night in grief. She could only sleep under alcohol anesthesia. She focuses all her energy on the improvement of cooking. Only when she focuses on cooking can she settle down.

Over the past three years, her hatred for Jiang Wuchen has not weakened, but has increased. To this day

Until this moment, she found that she could not hate Jiang Wuchen in her heart.

Sad, poor woman.

"Suddenly I feel a little hungry and find a place to eat?" Jiang Wuchen looks at her.

"Ah? Oh, good." Matsushima Jixiang recovered. When he looked at Jiang Wuchen, he found that his smile was actually very charming.

But she didn't dare to see more. She was afraid that one day, she would not only hate him, but also fall in love with him.

When they got on the bus, Matsushima Jixiang said, "I've developed some new dishes. Why don't... I'll try them for you?"

"It's cold. I don't know if there is a big stall. I'm afraid I can't eat it in a few days." Jiang Wuchen said, "do you know where the big stall has a big plate of chicken?"

"Er? Big dish chicken?" Matsushima Jixiang was a little surprised. He really didn't understand the taste of the rich.

"I'm afraid you Dongyi people don't know," Jiang Wuchen said and took out his mobile phone. "You Wu, where is the big plate chicken authentic and delicious in Haichuan?"

On the way to Qianshui Bay, you Wu was surprised when he received Jiang Wuchen's call. For a moment, he didn't quite understand whether Mr. Jiang really wanted to eat a large plate of chicken or something else.

"What? Big plate of chicken? You wait." you Wu Hung up his cell phone, picked up the walkie talkie and said, "Hey, Mr. Jiang wants to eat chicken. Where is the chicken delicious?"

The walkie talkie hissed.

"LiuYe lane, where the chicken is the most authentic, the price is reasonable, live well, the key is clean."

"Shit! How can Jiang Shi go to the place where migrant workers are released after eating chicken? At least he has to go to the Landai club."

"In the golden age of the imperial dynasty, there were new Russian girls and those who were not opened."

You Wu shook his head bitterly, took the walkie talkie and said, "shut the fuck up. Master Jiang doesn't eat that kind of chicken, he eats big plate chicken, big plate chicken, asshole."

The walkie talkie was silent for a moment.

"Jiaxie road is a big stall from Xinjiang. It has been a time-honored brand for decades. It's the most authentic." Tang Ju, the driver, said with a smile.

……

The oblique road is located in the old town of hchuan. It is an irregular north-south road. There are large shanty towns surrounded by roads. The French Wutong is planted on both sides of the road. The houses are low, mainly in bungalows or two storey red brick buildings. There are old shops on both sides of the old convenience stores. At the door of the old barber shop, the old man with glasses and hunchback is holding a sharp razor. I'm scraping the eyes of an old man lying on an old recliner.

This is an advanced technique, but now those washing, cutting and blowing can't be done.

Next to them were several hair washing women with pink lights. At the door sat a young woman in a black silk skirt. When she met a man passing alone, she came out to solicit: "brother, come in and wash your hair?"

Occasionally, a man with an obscene face stopped to watch, "how much is it?"

"Fast food 200."

"Why don't you grab it? Fast food is still 200 yuan? It's almost 50 yuan. I only earn 150 yuan a day. If I shiver, it's 200 yuan. It's not worth it! 50 yuan, do you want it?"

"Deal," said the young woman in the black silk skirt.

The wretched man was overjoyed. The chick's thighs were very white and her skin stocks were warped. This time, she found a treasure. He went in with his hands on his back. The young woman looked around and pulled down the rolling shutter door.