The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

"Hey, hey, have you heard that? The elders of Yu Heng have violated the commandments, and they will be fined for the three days."

In the morning class, the disciples gathered in the good and evil stations to meditate. After all, they are all young people in their twenties and twenty years old. They can’t do what they want. When Master doesn’t pay attention, they start to whisper and whisper.

The late night of Chu’s punishment was quickly spread.

The disciples who witnessed the paws yesterday shared the gossip with others without hesitation.

"Wow, how come you know so late? Oh... It turned out that the elders of Lu Cun took you up the night to pick up the night dew? Well - then you really missed too much! Yesterday evening, in the Qingtian Temple, flesh and blood Cross-flying, terrible, Yuheng elders were beaten more than two hundred sticks! More than two hundred sticks! Sticks hit the key! No mercy!"

Every time the disciple said a paragraph, he made a particularly exaggerated look. With the exclamation of the teachers and sisters around you, don't mention how proud you are.

"Do you have a few accounts for more than two hundred sticks? You can be killed by the big man. You don't mention the elders of Yuheng. At that time, he couldn't stand it and fainted. This can give us less madness, rushing. Go up and fight with the precepts of the precepts, saying that no one can touch the fingers of the elders of Yuheng, and look at the scene-"

His facial features were wrinkled into a bun, and his eyebrows were squinted. Finally, he stretched his fingers and swayed from side to side, summing up three words:

"Hey."

Immediately, the younger sister was disappointed: "What! The elders of Yuheng passed out?"

"The young master and the precepts elders fight?"

"It's no wonder that I didn't see the elders of Yu Heng in the morning class... so pitiful... What did he quit?"

"I heard that I was beaten by the client in a rage."

"..."

Such gossips drifted into Xue Meng’s ears from time to time, and the temperament of the dead and the dying of the Lord’s life completely inherited his master’s respect and was extremely violent. It is a pity that there is more than one person who is discussing this matter. The good and evil are in groups of three and five, all of whom are screaming at the "Yuheng elders are punished", which makes him feel very noisy, but there is nothing to do.

Here Xue Meng's forehead is straight and blue, and there is no burning in the night, yawning again and again.

Xue Meng did not get angry elsewhere, and he screamed at the evil voice: "The day is in the morning, you are a dog thing, what is lazy in the morning! How does the teacher respect you on weekdays?"

"Ah?" The ink burned sleepy eyes, and another big yawn, "Xue Meng, you have enough to support it, and the teacher will respect me. Who are you, I am your cousin, talk to your cousin? Behave a little, don't be big or small."

Xue Meng swears: "My cousin is a dog, you should be a dang!"

The ink burned and laughed: "You are so embarrassed, don't look at your elder brother, Master knows how disappointed."

"You still have a face to respect the Master! I ask you, yesterday he is going to the disciplinary court, why don't you stop him?"

"Mengmeng, he is the teacher, the night night Yuheng, Beidou Xianzun, you stop one to show me?"

Xue Meng was so angry that he pulled up his sword and raised his sword. He said: "What the **** are you calling me?!!"

The ink burned and laughed: "Meng Meng, sit down."

Xue Meng violently thundered: "Ink rain, I killed you!!"

The teacher was sandwiched between the two, listening to their daily noises, could not help but sigh, silently support the forehead, and tried to concentrate on watching his book: "Sun and Moon pot irrigation, spiritual core when the initial The heavens can't be seen, the dead and the participating merchants..."

In the blink of an eye, in the past three days, Chu’s thoughts ended.

According to the rules, he is faced with a three-month ban. During this time, he was not able to leave the shackles of life and death, and he needed to go to Meng Po Tang to mix and match, and to clean the columns of the Nai He Bridge, clean the steps in front of the mountain gate, and so on.

The elders of the precepts are worried: "Elder Yu Yuheng, to tell the truth, I don't think you can do these things. You are a generation of masters, doing this kind of dishwashing on the floor... it is aggrieved." Did not say a half sentence -

Mainly the old man is very skeptical about whether you will sweep the floor to cook and wash clothes!

Chu night, I was not doubtful about myself, and went to Mengpotang to report it.

Meng Potang went up to the general manager, down to the servant, and was shocked to hear that the night was rather to punish the hard work, and they were shocked and stunned.

Chu night, white clothes, floating, but still.

A handsome face is cold and calm, without any expression. If you add a piece of clouds to his feet, add a dust between his arms, and there is no difference between them and the immortals.

Meng Potang’s manager felt very embarrassed and very upset. He actually wanted to make such a beautiful man wash vegetables for cooking.

Chu nightning did not have the consciousness of being a beautiful man. He stepped into the kitchen and glanced at everyone. The people could not help but take a step back.

"..." Chu night Ning opened the door, "What should I do?"

The general manager squatted and thought about it for a while, and cautiously said: "How do the elders think about washing vegetables?"

Chu night Ningdao: "Good."

The general manager was greatly relieved. He originally thought that the late night of Ning Shi Ning did not touch Yang Chunshui. He may not be willing to do such a brush washing, but other work is not dirty, it requires some technology, he is worried about Chu Yuning. Can't do it well. Since Chu Xiaoning readily promised to wash the vegetables, he would not have to worry.

As it turns out, the manager is really naive.

There is a clear stream in front of Meng Po Tang. Chu Xi Ning, holding a basket of green vegetables, came to the stream and began to wash vegetables by rolling up his sleeves.

This area belongs to the jurisdiction of the elders of the elders. Occasionally, the disciples who passed by, when they saw that Chu Ning was actually washing vegetables, they were so scared that they couldn’t say the complete words. They took three or four times to make sure they didn’t look at it. Wrong, only to be shocked: "Jade, Yuheng elders - early, early."

Chu night Ning raised his eyes: "Early."

The elders of the elders shivered and fled.

"..."

Chu nightning is too lazy to yell with them, continue to control their own leeks, rinse, and throw them back into the basket.

He washed very seriously, and the leaves of each dish were opened, and they were brushed back and forth before and after. The consequence of this is that - seeing it at noon, a basket of green vegetables has not been washed.

The buddy was in the hustle and bustle, waiting for the head to go round and round: "What should I do? Why didn't the elders come back? He won't come back without returning green vegetables. How should the green beef stir-fried?"

The general manager looked at the sun and said: "Forget it, don't wait, change to braised beef."

So when the late night of Chu returned, Meng's beef had already been out of the pot, and the stew was so savory that it didn't need green vegetables at all. Chu nightning frowned, he was holding his dish, quite unhappy, cold and cold: "Why don't you want green vegetables, let me wash?"

The head of the cold hair was upright, and the cold sweat of the forehead was rubbed with a handkerchief. He said something that made him regret it: "Is this not, I hope the elders can make a pot of green vegetables stewed tofu?"

Chu Xiaoning had no expression, still holding his dish, and silently thinking about it: "..."

The general manager is busy: "If the elders don't want to, then it doesn't matter -"

The department has not said anything yet, Chu Yuning has already asked: "Where is the tofu?"

General manager: "..."

"Elder Yu Yu, you... know how to cook?"

Chu Yuning said: "Not knowing nothing. You can try it."

At noon that day, the disciples still entered the Meng Potang as usual, and found the location in groups of three and five, and went to the counter to play the dishes.

The life and death of the dead are not ruined, the food has always been rich, and today is no exception.

The braised beef is fat and thin, the fish-flavored pork is bright and full, the farmer's crispy meat is golden and crispy, and the pepper and fish are red and attractive. The disciples were busy rushing to grab the food they loved, lined up all the way, let the house master give himself a spoonful of sweet and sour pork ribs, pour some marinade on the rice, or add some oil and spicy.

The fastest runners are always the disciples of Lu Cun’s elders. The little guy who is at the head of the team is braving a big pox on his nose, but still remembers the Mapo tofu. He skillfully carried the wooden pallet to the last cabinet, and his eyes did not lift. He said, "Master, I want a bowl of tofu."

The master's ten fingers were long and white, and he handed him a full plate of tofu.

However, it is not the Mapo tofu he is familiar with. It is a plate of color black, and the food is indistinguishable.

The disciple was shocked: "What is this?"

"Green vegetables boiled tofu."

The voice of Meng Potang is full of enthusiasm. This disciple did not pay attention to the voice of the person. Instead, he said with anger: "Do you have alchemy? Can this be called green vegetables to cook tofu? I don't want it, you will go back!"

While squatting, I went to the house master. As soon as I saw the person standing behind the cabinet, the disciple was scared and screamed, almost knocking over the tray.

"Jade, Yuheng Elder!"

"Ok."

The disciples are crying. "No, what am I, I just didn't mean that. I..."

"If you don't eat, take it back." Chu night Ning no expression said, "Do not waste."

The disciple stiffly picked up the plate and handed it to Chu Yuning stiffly, then left with the same foot.

Not long after, everyone knows that the last cabinet is standing by the elders of Yu Heng, so the original Meng Po Tang, which is still busy, is silent.

The disciples were like a dog licking their hair, and they lined up in a hurry. They panicked and served the dishes. They respectfully came to the last cupboard, greeted the elders and then stumbled and ran away.

"Yuheng elders are good."

"Ok."

"Yuheng Elders Good Day."

"Good day."

"The elders of Yuheng are working hard."

"..."

The disciples were very disciplined and cautiously twelve points, so Chu Xiaoning accepted the nervous greetings of every disciple, but no one dared to try the green vegetables in his pot to cook tofu.

Slowly, the team is getting shorter, and the food in front of the other masters is almost finished. Only the night of the night is still full, and the pot of dishes is cold, and nobody cares.

There is no wave in the face of Chu Xiuning, but the heart is somewhat complicated. He washed it for a morning...

At this time, his three pro-disciples came. Xue Meng is still silver and blue, and it is very refreshing. He was a little excited to join in: "Master! How are you? The wound still hurts?"

Chu night Ning is very calm: "No pain."

Xue Meng: "That, that's good."

Chu night Ning looked at him and suddenly asked: "Do you eat tofu?"

Xue Meng: "..."

The author has something to say: Chu nightning: Do you eat tofu?

Disciple A: No, don't eat.

Chu nightning: Do you eat tofu?

Disciple B: Wowo Wo bean allergy!

Chu nightning: Do you eat tofu?

Xue Meng: Hey!...... (Suddenly red-faced) I am a straight man! I, I can eat the tofu of the Master!

Chu Yuning: ... What are you thinking about, go to the Qingtian Temple and think about it! Don't mix with the ink rain in the future! (Roaring table)