Without further ado, it’s time to enjoy.
Guangshu took out a quite large bowl, took away almost a third of the pot, and handed it to the saint beside him.
He was ready to swallow the rest of the pot. It should be noted that he was not a glutton.
Although she had mentioned giving Li Zijin a big head before, she didn't want to do otherwise. Moreover, Guangshu sensed that the fish contained too much spiritual energy, and was more afraid that she would not be able to bear it.
I'm so considerate! After convincing himself, he picked up the pot and was about to pour it into his mouth.
However, Li Zijin did not agree. He moved his hand gently to Guang Shu's mouth and stopped the pot containing fish soup.
"Is my share missing?"
"Zijin, aren't we afraid that you won't be able to eat it?"
"How do you know if you haven't eaten yet?" She frowned slightly.
Seeing Guang Shu's protective look, although she knew how greedy this guy was, he still wanted to take the lead without saying a word, and she was not that easy to talk to.
After all, she had been working hard for a while to catch this fish. How could he eat it up so easily?
"It's not impossible if you want me to eat this bowl. But..." Obviously she has her own little thoughts.
Guangshu immediately became excited upon hearing this and asked hurriedly:
"No matter what, as long as it doesn't go too far, I can agree to it."
The corners of the saint's lips curved slightly, and she took the bait!
"It's very simple. Feed me with your own hands. I can eat this small bowl."
Well, it's not that difficult. Guang Shu didn't reply, just picked up the bowl, picked up the spoon and put it into Li Zijin's mouth.
If you finish feeding quickly, I can eat the rest of the pot, he thought with great anticipation.
But on the other side, the saint closed her eyes, opened her cherry mouth slightly, and waited for a long time, but the fish soup had not arrived yet.
She opened her eyes in confusion, only to see Guang Shu standing far away, trying hard to reach her, but he couldn't reach it at all.
"What are you doing?"
"Hey, we'll be there soon, don't move."
"Then why are you standing so far away?"
"Zijin, men and women are not close to each other. I think this distance is quite good."
Obviously Guang Shu still overestimated himself. The few times Li Zijin fed him before were almost beyond the tolerance of his shame.
But when it was his turn to do such a thing himself, he was not as generous and upright as a woman.
Li Zijin was very angry after hearing this. He had obviously taken the initiative, so why was he still like this?
Do I think I am a frivolous woman in her heart? Thinking of this, she really felt angry and yelled:
"What a man and woman who can't be close to each other, why didn't you say this when you peeked at me in the shower before.
I just asked you to feed me something and you were so coquettish. I won’t eat. I’ll give you all the fish soup, okay?
Fellow Taoist Guangshu! "
After saying that, without waiting for his reply, he turned around and walked to a farther place to continue meditating.
The familiar yet unfamiliar name "Fellow Taoist" made Guangshu suddenly feel lost, as if something was missing from his chest.
But he couldn't walk when he saw the delicious food. The first thing he thought of was: If she doesn't eat, can I enjoy this nine-colored divine fish alone?
He walked back to the pot, picked up the spoon and started scooping it up, but when the fish soup was almost in his mouth, he felt as if he had no appetite.
How is this possible? For a big eater like him, he has never experienced a loss of appetite. Even the coal made by the saint did not ignite such thoughts in him.
What's more, with such delicious food in front of him, he can be sure that this pot of fish soup will definitely become a taste that he will never forget for the rest of his life.
But why, I have lost my appetite.
After thinking about it for himself, he felt that he had found the answer, it was guilt!
Yes, although he made the fish soup, Li Zijin had worked so hard to catch the fish. How could she eat with peace of mind if she didn't share it with her?
In a sense, maybe Guangshu is really a genius.
With his thoughts at this point, he turned his attention to the saint who had just left.
Due to the special environment of the source pool, the spiritual sense is basically difficult to use. Li Zijin walked farther away and felt that Guang Shu couldn't sense it, and finally couldn't hold back his inner emotions.
Grief and loss welled up in my heart, my shoulders trembled slightly, and I heard faint sobs. If he looked at her front, two lines of uncontrollable tears had already flowed down.
However, after Guangshu had adapted over the past few days, he had already recovered part of his spiritual sense. Upon sensing this situation, he first wondered why he suddenly cried again.
However, the top priority was not to expose other people's background. He quickly asked with concern:
"Zijin? You..."
But before he could say anything, he was interrupted by Li Zijin:
"Fellow Daoist Guangshu, please respect yourself and don't call me by my first name. If you don't recommend it, you can call me Saint Lady, or Fairy Li as before."
Trying her best to control her trembling mouth, after saying these words, she seemed to suddenly be relieved of the burden she had been carrying in her heart.
The mutual titles have returned to their original point, perhaps indicating that their relationship has also returned.
After all, I haven't known Guang Shu for long, so why did I pour all my emotions into him so easily?
Maybe I don't like him that much, it's just a temporary impulse in my heart.
But as she tried to convince herself more and more, the tears in her eyes became increasingly unstoppable.
If Guangshu still couldn't sense her feelings, maybe this relationship would be buried forever after the saint successfully comforted himself.
Young love may be like this. Youth always leaves regrets. But Li Zijin may never forget him. The impression of his ignorant first love will last a lifetime.
Even if things change in the future and that person is no longer the same as before, the person in your heart will not change.
But what is regrettable is that Guangshu’s mind thinks like this:
I wouldn't be so angry if I didn't share the fish soup with her. Even the title would have to be changed. She really looks like a child who had a bad temper and wanted to break up with each other...
However, as his meal ticket for later training in Yaochi (the ingredients were returned to Li Zijin's Qiankun bag), as well as the first friend of the same age he made in this world, how could he lose it just because of such a small contradiction.
Guang Shu stepped forward, but with Li Zijin's cultivation, there was no time to stop him. He placed his hands slightly on the saint's shoulders, forcefully forcing her to turn around.
For a moment, the saint could only forcefully stop her tears, but the traces of tears that could not be covered up were still exposed. She lowered her head and did not look into Guang Shu's eyes, but her mouth was still unforgiving:
"Fellow Taoist Guangshu, men and women are not intimate, please let me go."
However, her body showed no intention of resisting, because Guang Shu's hand pressing her shoulder didn't use any force, and she could shake it away with a slight shake.
This was the last chance given to him, and Li Zijin silently made up his mind.
