It was already agreed upon, but the two of them started to quarrel one after another.
"Tell me the story first." Li Zijin frowned deeply.
But when it came to food, Guangshu would not give in even an inch, and his attitude was very tough:
"No, only when I'm full can I have the strength to tell stories."
But I don’t know why Li Zijin’s attitude was equally firm, and he actually hummed:
"Hmph! That's good. You can't eat the fish without me anyway. You can just find the stories outside when I go out to practice.
Without my help, you wouldn't be able to eat this nine-colored divine fish! "
As the saying goes, those who understand current affairs are heroes.
After hearing this, Guangshu quickly changed his expression, showed a bright smile, and said:
"Oh, Zijin, look at me, I was just joking just now. Tell me! I will tell you now. It doesn't matter how many times I tell you."
"It's not necessary. Just one per day as promised, but it only counts if I find it interesting!"
This gives Guang Shu a headache again. Do you want me to tell some stories that girls like?
If I could, I wouldn't have been single all my life in my last life.
"Can you give me some specific subject matter?" He could only bite the bullet and ask carefully.
Seeing his slightly embarrassed expression, Li Zijin couldn't bear it, but she wasn't sure what kind of story she wanted to hear.
In fact, what she is most curious about is the story between Taoist couples. Girls of this age always yearn for pure love stories in their hearts.
After thinking about it, I felt a little embarrassed, so I decided to speak vaguely:
“Let’s just tell a story centered on two people.”
He seemed to feel that the scope was still too broad, and added:
"It's best if it's a boy and a girl."
Oh - you want to hear a love story, right? Seeing her coy look, Guang Shu still doesn't understand.
But I didn’t point out that if I offended her again, the fragrant fish soup would say goodbye to me forever.
Without thinking for too long, when it comes to love stories, of course the most classic story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl is the best.
It should be already late at night outside at this time, just in time to broadcast the celestial phenomena outside through the Infinite Glazed Realm.
There is no fear that this Buddhist treasure will be exposed. After all, this guy has been made too miserable by the Tathagata.
He recited the mantra silently, summoned it not far above, enlarged it and projected the silent starry sky outside.
The two of them sat almost side by side, looking at the bright night sky in the mirror above their heads. Guang Shu felt like he was watching a 3D movie in his previous life.
Li Zijin also felt very strange. The starry sky outside could be seen every night, so why did it feel so bright in this mirror?
Just when the saint was still wondering why he wanted to project the starry sky outside.
Guangshu had already pointed at two bright but far apart stars and began to tell the story:
"It is said that in the distant past, there was a mortal named Cowherd.
…
In the end, they could only meet each other through Magpie Bridge on the seventh day of July every year. "
Such a romantic story still can’t win over you? My fish soup is already waving at me, hahaha... After Guangshu finished speaking, he opened the champagne in his heart.
Although this was a well-known myth in the previous life, the fact that it has been passed down to this day is enough to prove the foundation it contains.
For an immature girl who has never heard of it, it will definitely arouse her ignorant love.
Sure enough, after Li Zijin listened carefully, he couldn't stop crying.
"Why is this Queen Mother so bad! My master is also a Queen Mother, so he won't be like her!"
He cried no matter what. This was unexpected by Guangshu. He quickly comforted:
"This ending is not too bad. There is still a chance for the two of them to meet again."
"We can only meet once a year. Isn't that a bad ending?"
Not agreeing with this point of view, Guangshu shook his head slightly and thought in his heart:
"If love lasts for a long time, how can we live together day and night?"
This is the best ending to the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. There are other adaptations that I’d rather rot in my stomach.
After a while, Li Zijin finally stopped crying. When Guangshu saw this, he quickly stepped forward. He had been waiting for the fish for too long.
However, the saint who calmed down changed her face and asked somewhat seriously:
"Then the Cowherd peeked at the Seven Fairies and stole her clothes. Why did I feel so familiar?"
After saying that, he moved his gaze to the guy standing aside with his eyes wandering.
Damn it, why is her focus so cunning and shifted to me.
Being stared at by her, Guangshu was a little frightened, and he just gave up:
"At least I didn't steal your clothes!"
"You still said it! I reminded you and told you to forget it!" Li Zijin raised his right hand as if to strike.
Making a gesture of begging for mercy, the top priority is to catch the nine-colored divine fish quickly, and Guangshu can tolerate other things for the time being.
But I still keep complaining in my heart: Didn’t you remind me yourself?
Seeing that he had a correct attitude in admitting his mistake, Zijin also felt that he should not continue to pester him. After all, he was the one who told him not to mention it again.
"You can barely pass this story."
"Really? Then start catching fish quickly!" Guang Shu actually has a talent for Sichuan opera, which is to change faces.
At his urging, the Saint went down to the Source Pond without much preparation.
There is no imaginary scene of the beauty getting wet. In an environment filled with mist like Yuanchi, the clothes she is wearing must be waterproof.
Looking back with a somewhat disappointed look, Guangshu decided to prepare the preliminary work of making soup first.
After all, it’s not that easy to find the Nine-Colored Divine Fish, and it will definitely take a lot of time.
As he expected, Li Zijin spent nearly an hour in the source pond before finally catching the legendary nine-color divine fish.
After being caught by her, it finally shed its completely transparent disguise and emitted a dazzling light of various colors, which dazzled Guang Shu's eyes who was still nearby.
But here, he had finished all the preparations for making the soup early, and he was just missing the main dish. He hurried forward to take over the dazzling fish.
But the saint hugged it tightly and did not mean to give it to him directly. Instead, she coughed twice deliberately.
Are you waiting for yourself to praise her? Why are you still acting like a child? I thought helplessly. However, it also surprisingly feels a bit cute.
Guang Shu quickly understood the meaning and complimented:
"Thank you for your hard work, Zijin. Leave the rest to me to ensure that you enjoy the most delicious fish soup."
After getting the words he wanted, Li Zijin also showed a knowing smile and handed the divine fish to him while he watched from the side.
She is still self-aware of her cooking skills, and grilling fish may be okay (it's not).
Don't let yourself waste such precious ingredients, just look forward to the fish soup he makes.
As for Guang Shu, he could hardly stop drooling before he even got into the pot. He seizes the time, and immediately gets into the pot after finishing the three, five, and two calculations.
Half an hour later, before the lid of the pot was opened, the mouth-watering aroma overflowed, and Guang Shu's lips shed tears.
