Ninety-two bowl of soup (1)

"Seeing that you are so energetic, your injury should be almost healed, right?"

Lizi chuckled and rubbed over, her hands arched like a puppy: "Thank you, Sister Qinghuan, thank you, Sister Qinghuan! You are simply my benefactor..."

Qinghuan chuckled and leaned on the beauty couch in Mengpozhuang: "The destined people are together, and there is no butterfly effect that causes the world to collapse, not to mention... I am not completely unrealized, you don't have to thank me for anything."

"Hey?" Lizi couldn't understand, but saw something soft and halo in her palm, "What's this? It's so beautiful!" She had never seen such a light before.

"Want to know?" Qinghuan glanced at her with a smile, "It's the eyeball."

Lizi retreated ten meters away. Although she was not a novice, she was still scared of these things. When she first arrived on the Naihe Bridge, she didn't even dare to look at the ghosts in the Forgetful River. "No, no, no, no, no, I don't want to know!"

Qing Huan smiled and put away her eyes. She said it was an eyeball. It would be better to say that it was just a ball of light. Song Qi's two eyeballs eventually turned into such a small ball of light. After she put away the thing, she said to Lizi: "The wound is almost cured. You should leave. This is not the place you should come."

Lizi also knew that she had really had a great fortune this time, otherwise she would have been wiped out. She was very grateful to Qinghuan and knelt down and became serious and serious: "Great kindness, I don't know how to repay it. If Sister Qinghuan has something to do in the future, I will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

"I will remember your friendship." Qinghuan helped her up, and then suddenly smiled a little badly, "But don't think you're just forgetting it."

"ah?"

The confused Lizi looked at Qinghuan who was smiling and suddenly had an ominous premonition. She remembered... "Damn, I won't be struck by lightning, right?!!!!!!!!!!"

"Although the mistake has been made up, your lazy work attitude is a fact, so... after you do anything, please be blessed." Qinghuan pointed at her eyebrows, and before Li Zi could kneel down and beg for help, the person disappeared.

At this moment, Mo Ze Jiguang Qiong Xiaohei and others dared to run out. They rubbed around Qinghuan's legs. The three little animals and one little fat man, the scene seemed very chaotic for a while, and Qinghuan was almost tripped by them and couldn't walk.

She bent down and picked up all four small balls - this really took a lot of effort, because Mo Ze alone was so fat that it was heartbreaking. Fortunately, Ji Guang Qiongxiu was only the size of a cat, and Mo Ze was the main one to be hard. The fat man herself felt it and felt guilty: "Master, I, should I lose weight?" I seemed to have eaten a lot recently, and the master couldn't hold him...

How about stopping supper?

"It's okay, I can still hold it." Qinghuan left the village, and the Naihe Bridge was still quiet. Only when she came out, the soup in the pot was gurgling. She put down the little dumplings and watched them run around happily, and then they all came back to surround her, staring at her one by one. Qinghuan poked Mo Ze's head: "Is the wasteland sea fun?"

"Funny!" The little fat man nodded vigorously, "And Aunt Linglong has a lot of delicious food!"

There are so many delicious foods in the deserted sea!

Qing Huan laughed, “That’s why you’ve gained so much weight?”

"Ah..." Mo Ze felt sad. He really gained a lot of weight, right? Even the master said so.

Qinghuan picked up the spoon and stirred the soup. The steaming soup quickly calmed down. When she put the ball of light in, the soup seemed to have completely cooled down. The blue flame licked the bottom of the pot. Qinghuan was a little stunning. Ji Guang bit the hem of the skirt and lowered his head: "What's wrong?"

"Meow." After being a cat for a long time, Ji Guang has become accustomed to meowing.

Among these four dumplings, it was the most meticulous and could feel her unusualness. A pair of big blue eyes stared at her, then grabbed the hem of the skirt and climbed up Qinghuan's shoulders, licked her cheeks, and meowed twice. In fact, it didn't know what the owner was thinking, but it still wanted to be with her, even if it was just a cat.

Qinghuan pinched its soft meat pad, looked into the pot, and sighed: "This is probably the pot of soup I have cooked for the longest time. When will it be boiled?"

Then she lowered her head and said to a few small dumplings: "I want to go out. There will be no one on the Naihe Bridge during this period. If someone climbs up in the river, you can just let it go and leave, don't worry about it."

"Is the master leaving again?" For some reason, Mo Ze suddenly felt a little nervous, "When will the master come back? Can I go with the master?"

"I will come back, but... it may take some time." Qinghuan thought for a while, "You stay here to see the house and wait for me to come back to make delicious food for you."

"I don't want to eat..." Xiao Tuanzi was about to cry, "Is it because I don't do anything normally and always eat? Does the owner want me? I won't eat anything in the future..."

Qinghuan was amused by his childish words: "How could you eat whatever you want? Can't I still be able to support you? But this time I really have something to do and there will be no danger, don't worry."

The little dumplings didn't say anything, looked at her with their faces raised. Qinghuan's heart was about to melt, and she didn't feel lonely at all, because the dumplings who accompanied her were so cute. They took Ji Guang off their shoulders, kissed each one, and then disappeared on the Naihe Bridge.

She was not there, and the entire Naihe Bridge seemed to be silent. The dumplings had no idea of ​​playing and found a comfortable place to stay. Only Mo Ze climbed onto the stool next to the pot with his short legs, grabbed the spoon and started stirring the soup. Before the owner came back, he would take care of the soup that had to be cooked for a long time!

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This is the world Qinghuan chose herself, and the obsession with no ghosts was to be completed, so she used her own appearance, and was still a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a straw raincoat and a straw hat, standing at the gate of a village. Because it was raining heavily, she wanted to stay here for one night.

As a result, as soon as she knocked on the door, a carriage drove from the rain and also stopped at the entrance of the village. The maid quickly picked up an umbrella, the coachman put a small stool, and stepped out of a foot wearing exquisite embroidered shoes. Then a beautiful woman was helped out, and the servants in the village stood in two neat rows and shouted: "Welcome to the wife!"

Oh... It turned out that it was not for her. She wanted to say, why did someone come to open the door just after knocking?

The lady got off the carriage and saw Qinghuan, and was stunned, "You are..."

Qinghuan's hat covered her face, and she clasped her fists and said, "It's raining heavily. The little woman wants to stay in the village all night. I wonder if the wife can be comfortable?"

The lady seemed to have a Bodhisattva heart, so she nodded slightly and said to her mother beside her: "Mom Chen, give this girl a set of clothes we bring and replace the wet body. What about Zhuangzi's manager?"

A man in his early forties immediately stood up: "Madam."

"All the places I want to live are cleaned up?"

"Back to Madam, when I received the news in the capital, the slave had already packed up."

"That's good." The lady nodded and looked at Qinghuan again, "I'll ask someone to prepare meals and boil some hot water to send it to the girl just now."

"yes."

"Madam is so kind." A maid praised, "That little girl has really been blessed for eight lifetimes before she can meet her wife!"

But the lady sighed, "This may not be true."

She didn't say much and went into the village.

Qinghuan was welcomed into a clean and tidy room. She took off her straw raincoat and hat, and her servants brought hot water. In this kind of weather... taking a hot bath... it was actually very fatal, but she still soaked and wiped her body clean. As soon as she came out of the bathtub, she heard someone knocking on the door: "Girl, I am Mother Chen next to my wife, I'm here to bring you clothes."

Qing Huan replied: "Mom, wait a moment."

Although she didn't mind naked, this was a conservative ancient era after all, so she pulled the bed sheet to wrap herself around. When Chen saw her trendy dress, she widened her eyes and then gasped when she saw her face again - this girl with such a symbol in the world! This, even the second lady, known as the No. 1 beauty in the second room, is not as good as the second lady! The lady and the master are really lucky, and they are lucky!

The master’s verbal verb is accurate! It’s so accurate!

When Chen's mother looked at her, she looked like someone who had been hungry for a long time suddenly saw the roast chicken with color, fragrance and taste. Qinghuan glanced at her strangely, "Thank you, your wife, you can give me the clothes."

"The old slave comes, the old slave comes, the girl sits, the girl sits, the old slave comes to serve the girl."

I just called myself "me", but now I suddenly became an old slave, and I am so attentive to her...

Mother Chen naturally knew that she was acting strangely, but she still couldn't help it: "The girl's hair is so good." She was black and shiny, and looked like a satin. Why did her icy skin and jade bones with black hair make her better than the spoiled lady of the Duke's Mansion?

Qinghuan saw Chen's careful movements from the bronze mirror, and couldn't help but smile and said, "Mom, don't be so careful, I'm not a daughter." Just wipe it casually.

Chen's mother kept saying that she could not use it. She wiped her hair and changed her clothes. She was a jade-like person, and she looked even more wonderful when wearing brocade clothes. Chen's mother's tears were about to come out, "Miss, have a meal first, and after the meal... My wife wants to talk to the lady."
Chapter completed!