After figuring out the physical condition of the three-year-old and eight-month-old Bahua, she wished Ping An neither sadness nor happiness, and slowly stopped her hand.
As soon as Zhu Ping'an withdrew his hand, Bahua cried out: "Senior brother, senior brother, rub it quickly, rub it, keep rubbing it, my stomach hurts..."
"Okay, get up!" Zhu Ping'an felt weak and had to cook...
"Brother, I want to ride a horse..." Bahua got up, grabbed Zhu Pingan's arm and climbed up on his shoulder.
Zhu Ping'an was too lazy to bother and let Bahua climb up on his shoulder and sit down, listening to Bahua giggling on his shoulder. He bought some fish on the pier before going up the mountain. Today he will eat fish, braise and stew. , dry fried...
Maybe some flowers, squirrels and mandarin fish too.
The kitchen is in full swing, and now Sanhua has the task of cooking the dishes and preparing the utensils...
An old man suddenly appeared at the door of the kitchen and walked in. Many little girls were surprised by the sudden appearance or sudden disappearance of a person, but they still turned their heads to look, because the little girls didn't care. Get to know this old man.
Of course, Zhu Ping'an knew each other and said with a smile: "Old man, are you so afraid of death?"
The old man was not angry, and he chuckled: "It doesn't matter if you die, but the Kendo Sect hasn't found the person to entrust it to you yet, so you can't die yet!"
Apparently the person coming was the old Taoist Qingwei from the top of Jiugong Mountain nearby, known as Master Qingwei.
"Your scheming idea will never come true!" Zhu Ping'an stopped looking at anyone, only looking at the oil pan, with the spatula flying in his hand.
"How can this be a scheming person? Our Sword Dao Sect is one of the best in the world, with thousands of internal and external disciples. When you go in, you have disciples to serve you, and when you go out, you have disciples to work with you. Wherever you go, you have to be called an Immortal Daoist. , how can such a foundation be said to be a calculation? This is a huge benefit! For such a benefit, I don’t know how many people are competing for it..."
The old Taoist Qingwei knows how to persuade people.
"You really know how to put money on your face. I originally had eight oil bottles, but finally I only have six left. You can do it well and send me thousands more oil bottles... Anyone who wants you can do it. to whom……"
"What are you talking about... this, this..." Old Taoist Qingwei felt a little uncomfortable because of the rebuke. He knew that Zhu Ping'an really looked down on his swordsmanship sect. Maybe "look down on" was wrong because he thought it was troublesome.
But Qingwei Lao Dao just wants to give. The Sword Dao Sect is really going to decline now. How did the Jiugong Sword Dao Sect rise hundreds of years ago? It's just that an unworldly figure appeared out of nowhere, and now the Qingwei Taoist doesn't want the Sword Dao Sect to decline just like that, it's nothing more than another one appearing out of nowhere...
This kind of thing is something that can only happen but cannot be expected. God has eyes. This unworldly appearance suddenly appears around you. Who can withstand it?
Fortunately, Master Qingwei came well prepared today and still smiled: "Boy, you work so hard preparing food and cooking every day. I have found a good cook for you, with superb skills..."
"The one outside the door? I still don't believe it. When it comes to cooking, is there anything better than mine in this world?" Zhu Pingan is not convinced. He holds the theories of the eight major cuisines and has practiced them day and night for more than ten years. In this world, When it comes to craftsmanship, who else can it be?
Old Taoist Qingwei turned around and said: "Dong Huan, come in!"
A girl came in. She was seventeen or eighteen years old. She was not very tall, but her temperament was extraordinary. She had a very pretty face. The key was that she was big, quite big...
Qingwei's operation is like this, and it seems that he has calculated it carefully. Men know men!
"I've seen Master..." The girl came with her head lowered slightly. She looked very respectful, but her expression was full of anger, displeasure, and displeasure.
Who can be happy when a talented disciple of the Duanduan Kendo Sect comes to serve others?
Even if the master tells the truth, Fairy Aoqi will be forced to do nothing!
Zhu Ping'an was also sizing up the flowers on his shoulders, saying, "This aunt is so beautiful!"
The tsundere fairy rolled her eyes and almost went to the sky. Who is the aunt?
"Dong Huan, show off your skills! Master is also having a meal here..." Old Taoist Qingwei smiled. Things between men and women are usually very simple. They just get into it every time!
Dong Huan raised his head and looked at Zhu Ping'an beside the stove. He took a quick look at him. His figure... was tall and straight, and his person... was pretty. He had such a handsome look.
Just...a little fat man sitting on his shoulders, with an apron tied around his waist, flipping the spatula in one hand, and holding a fish plate in the other...
It’s completely incompatible with the girl’s desire to conceive!
What a vulgar person!
Forced to have no choice, Dong Huan asked: "I wonder what materials are there?"
"Here, it's all here. Everything is ready. There's nothing else." Zhu Ping'an didn't even raise his head. The main thing was that the braised fish was cooked and it was time to eat.
After finishing the dishes, Sanhua poured a ladle of water in to wash the pot. Zhu Ping'an also put down the spatula and took off his apron.
"Look!" These are the words of Qingwei Qingwei.
Not to mention, the cook Dong Huan is really nimble. She took the spatula, scooped out the water to wash the pot, and looked at the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar...
Zhu Ping'an walked to Qingwei, and Qingwei Lao Dao said: "Dong Huan is an unusually talented disciple in my Sword Dao Sect. In the past few years, I have been serving Lao Dao by my side. I really can't bear to let him go..."
"Come on, it's just a small favor. I'll give it to you if you want it. I may not like it if you take it away. It's okay to wash the clothes..." Zhu Ping'an will never be a good person in this life.
When the cook heard this, she turned her head and glanced at Zhu Ping'an. She wanted to ask in her heart, who is this annoying guy? Do you need a real person like Master to please you so much?
Even Zhao Anshi, a disciple of the royal family, his master never pretended to be polite, so why did he do this to this kid?
Dong Huan was willing to serve an elder like her master, but she was forced to serve such an annoying boy...
This doesn’t make sense either!
In terms of status, is there anyone higher than the Royal Prodigy?
Besides, Master Zhenren is not a flattering person...
But I heard that the master was still flattering: "Wash the clothes and wash the clothes. After all, it is a matter of friendship. It is a favor... right... haha..."
"Why didn't you know how to do something like this before?" Zhu Ping'an asked with a smile.
"I used to be afraid of people making random guesses, but haven't I become less worried recently? Have I gained some insight recently? Hehe..." The smile on Qingwei's face gave off a feeling of "I know you."
How can Zhu Ping'an not understand what this old man knows? His face fell: "You are looking down on me!"
"Hehe..." Old man Qingwei just smiled.
There were only black lines on Zhu Pingan's face. He stepped out and took a gamble. He couldn't let people look down on this kind of thing.
Qingwei also followed to the courtyard, stroking her white beard and smiling: "Flowers never bloom again, and no one is young anymore! Young people don't know hardship, what can an old man do..."
"Are all Taoist priests like you?"
"Taoism is natural... Taoist priests follow their hearts... It's good to be a Taoist priest. Of course, Tianyi is not good. They have many rules. Look at Wei Qingshan, he has a really hard life... However, even Tianyi, there are many people who follow their own hearts. No one cares about you...Xiaoyao, Xiaoyao..."
Qingwei Taoist almost sang...
