"Ding! Ding! Dang! Dang!"
On the top of Qingfeng Mountain, the clear and loud sound of the collision of gold and iron came one after another, continuously.
Zhong Wen stopped holding Shen Dachui in his hand, raised his head and glanced at the slender light yellow figure not far away, with a hint of admiration and a touch of emotion flashing in his eyes.
Since the Houtian Lingbao Haotian Hammer came online, Shen Dachui was honorably retired from Shen Xiaowan and became Zhong Wen's exclusive forging tool.
After returning to Piaohua Palace, the girl in yellow shirt worked out day and night under Zhong Wen's instructions. She had not slept a wink for two consecutive days and nights.
Even though her physique was astonishing, a trace of tiredness could still be seen on her slightly childish face.
"Xiaowan, you are tired, do you want to take a rest?"
Looking at the girl's waving right arm and her sweat-soaked forehead, Zhong Wen couldn't help feeling pity and asked softly.
"I am not tired."
Shen Xiaowan shook her head, raised her left arm and wiped her sweat with a stubborn and serious expression, "Senior Sister Yin hasn't been rescued yet, how can we rest?"
This girl!
Zhong Wen was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head helplessly. Instead of speaking out to dissuade him, he raised the Shen sledgehammer and struck hard on the precious ore on the forging platform in front of him.
A warm feeling surged into his heart unconsciously. He suddenly had a new understanding of this cost-effective and cute coolie girl who always liked to be by his side and could be dispatched at will with a little "feeding".
Perhaps it is because she has spent more than ten years of hard life with Shen Dachui. This seemingly heartless and ignorant girl who spends her life refining weapons besides eating is actually more serious and reliable than anyone else in her work, and she is more capable. Know how to cherish the hard-won happy life.
Did I exploit her too harshly in the past?
Zhong Wen glanced at the determined expression on Shen Xiaowan's pink face, and suddenly felt a little guilty.
He secretly made up his mind that when he takes this girl out again, he must let her carry two less pieces of luggage.
"Zhong, Zhong Wen."
A soft, gentle, yet somewhat reserved voice came to my ears.
Zhong Wen turned his head, and what came into his eyes was Feng Qingyu's beautiful face, as beautiful as a peach and a plum, shy and charming.
For some reason, this beautiful novelist's face was flushed, as if she had just experienced hard work. Her expression was slightly shy, but there was a hint of excitement in her eyes.
Her pair of snow-white catkins held a basket tightly. Although the top was covered with cloth, there was still a smell of food coming from inside.
But if you want to call it a fragrance, it's a bit reluctant.
"Yo!"
Zhong Wen waved to her cordially, with a soft smile on his face, "How is the idea for the new book going?"
After the demise of the "Dark Temple", Feng Qingyu was homeless and had nowhere to go. Except for Zhong Wen, the "co-creator", there was no one in the world that could be called a friend.
So, after getting Lin Zhiyun's sympathy and approval, she naturally followed Zhong Wen to Qingfeng Mountain and stayed temporarily.
Although she complained that Zhong Wen was flirting with women, Shangguan Junyi still thoughtfully prepared a secluded residence for her to create in peace.
Before leaving the "Wendao Academy", the little Loli learned Feng Qingyu's true identity. She was so excited that she jumped up and down, asking questions around her, just like a fan meeting her idol.
If it had been in her previous life, she would have rushed up to ask for an autograph.
It was not until Feng Qingyu obtained the commitment to create "The Fourth Part of Domination" from Feng Qingyu that the little girl was satisfied and set off with full expectation, following Nangong Ling on her journey to find Yin Ning'er.
When Zhong Wen heard that a novel titled "The Overbearing Sect Master Falls in Love with Me" would be published in the near future, he felt like ten thousand mythical beasts leaping through his heart. He really didn't know how to describe his complicated emotions.
"You, you have worked hard."
Feng Qingyu took out a pink handkerchief from somewhere, put it to Zhong Wen's forehead and wiped it gently twice, then blushed with embarrassment and whispered, "How about something to eat?"
The faint fragrance of virginity came from the tip of his nose, Zhong Wen's heart swayed slightly, and his originally gloomy mood actually relaxed a little unconsciously.
"Did you do this?"
When his eyes fell on the basket in Feng Qingyu's hand, Zhong Wen's heart moved and he blurted out.
"Well, I rarely cook." Feng Qingyu nodded slightly, his cheeks becoming more and more rosy, like a ripe apple, indescribably sweet and attractive, "If it tastes bad, please bear with it."
There are two souls with such different personalities in the same body!
He never expected that the frosty saint from the "Dark Temple" would shyly give him a handmade lunch just like in the sweet love drama. Although he knew it was not the same person, Zhong Wen still couldn't help but sigh. Thousands of people are feeling sad, and there is even a little bit of happiness and pride in their hearts.
"I didn't expect you to not only write books, but also cook." He chuckled and was not polite. He put down the sledgehammer, opened the cloth strip on the basket, took the chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth. He started chewing, "I don't know who will be so lucky in the future to be able to marry someone as good as you in the hall and in the kitchen..."
The words stopped abruptly in the middle of the conversation, and his expression suddenly became weird and stiff.
An indescribable taste spread rapidly in his mouth, violently stimulating his sensitive taste buds, making his stomach churn and he was about to vomit.
Is the food poisonous?
Could it be that she is not the novelist, but the saint?
Want to poison me with a bento to avenge Mo Disheng?
What poison is so powerful that even I can't resist it?
I remember someone once said that one day I would die at the hands of a woman. Unexpectedly, the words came true and my life was at stake!
Deeply stimulated, Zhong Wen felt his eyes go dark, and his life experiences were like a revolving lantern, with scenes passing before his eyes.
However, Zhong Wen, who thought he was about to return to the west, had been thinking wildly for a long time. Suddenly he woke up and found that he had not fallen down and was still standing in place.
"How does it taste?"
Looking up, he saw Feng Qingyu's enchanting peach blossom eyes staring at him flickeringly, full of expectation, just like a primary school student who got a hundred points in the exam, waiting for the praise of his parents.
How is the taste……
If you put the feet of a big Chi tribe man in a cesspool and soaked them for three days, that's probably how it would smell, right?
Although he had never experienced the taste of feet, at this moment, Zhong Wen could not help but have such a strange idea appear in his mind.
It turns out this is not poison!
It’s the legendary dark cuisine!
"Not bad."
Realizing that Feng Qingyu did not mean any harm, but was not self-aware of his own cooking skills, Zhong Wen felt relieved, squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, and answered insincerely.
"Really?"
Feng Qingyu's eyes lit up, his face radiated with joy, and he urged, "Then you eat more, there are still a lot in the kitchen!"
eat more?
Two more bites and I will spiral into heaven!
As soon as he said this, Zhong Wen was so frightened that his face turned green. His eyes wandered and his mind turned rapidly. Suddenly he suddenly became wise and pointed at Shen Xiaowan who was sweating profusely not far away and said: "I, I'm not hungry yet, but Xiaowan has been working hard all day." , I have been working so hard, it’s time to eat something and replenish my strength.”
Not long ago, he secretly vowed to treat Shen Xiaowan well. Under the pressure of the dark cuisine, he suddenly changed his mind and used the girl in yellow as a shield without hesitation.
"Of course." Feng Qingyu did not doubt that he was there, but nodded enthusiastically, "I have prepared a lot. Even if there are two more people, it will be enough."
"Is dinner ready?"
When Shen Xiaowan heard that there was something to eat, Shen Xiaowan's eyes suddenly lit up, her little face sparkled, and she came to the two of them in three or two steps with the Haotian Hammer on her shoulders. She stared closely at the basket in Feng Qingyu's hand, with a hint of a trace hanging at the corner of her mouth. Crystal clear liquid.
"Xiaowan, thank you for your hard work!"
Seeing her approaching, Zhong Wen seemed to have seen a savior. He hurriedly grabbed the basket and handed it over. His voice had never been so gentle before, "Come, eat something. Only when you have strength can you work. If it's not enough, go to the kitchen." There’s still more in there!”
"Okay!"
Shen Xiaowan didn't doubt that he was there, and happily picked up a chicken leg and stuffed it into her mouth.
The next moment, her expression condensed instantly, with an incredible look on her face, and water droplets swirled in her eyes, as if they were about to burst down at any moment.
At this moment, she was like a person who had won a five-million-dollar jackpot. She happily ran to claim her prize, only to be told that she had bought a fake lottery ticket. This was a bitter experience that could not be appreciated by outsiders.
"What's wrong, Xiaowan? Eat more."
Zhong Wen did not expect that the power of this dark dish was so powerful that even the big stomach king Shen Xiaowan could not resist it. His heart thumped, but he urged in his mouth, "You're welcome, enough of it!"
"Brother Chef, I, I'm not hungry."
Unexpectedly, Shen Xiaowan put down her chopsticks dully, her eyes were dull, she picked up the hammer and turned around slowly, said something mechanically, and then walked unsteadily towards the forging platform.
The moment she turned around, she glanced at Zhong Wen Yiwan intentionally or unintentionally. Her resentful eyes made his scalp numb and guilt-ridden.
"No, isn't it delicious?"
Although Feng Qingyu lacked the ability to self-evaluate, he was not stupid. After seeing the two people's reactions, he still didn't understand that there was something wrong with his food. He couldn't help but take the chopsticks, took a mouthful of food and put it into his mouth, carefully Rejected.
Danger!
Seeing her attempt, Zhong Wen's expression changed and he almost couldn't help but speak out to stop her.
"Not bad."
Unexpectedly, after chewing for a long time, Feng Qingyu said with a confused expression, "You performed better than usual!"
Zhong Wen staggered at his feet and almost fell to the ground in shock. He stared at Feng Qingyu for a long time, but saw that the other person's face was calm, even faintly intoxicated, and his expression did not seem to be fake.
Could it be that she just couldn't cook the meat well, but the other dishes were okay?
He couldn't help but feel doubtful, hesitated for a moment, and suddenly picked up another vegetable leaf and put it into his mouth.
"Ugh~"
A taste more horrifying than the slices of meat swept through his mouth. He felt as if he had eaten an old woman's foot wrap. His stomach was churning, and the contents in his stomach rushed to his throat.
Damn, this is unscientific!
In order not to hurt the beauty's self-esteem, he struggled to swallow the vomit that turned into his mouth. There was already a hint of panic in his eyes when he looked at Feng Qingyu: " Miss Feng, have you ever cooked for others before?"
