When Wei Ling had carried enough firewood, Song Yizhi sent him away, and the same was true for Shen Zheng.
Looking at Wei Ling and Shen Zheng who were standing at the door of the kitchen wanting to go in but not daring to go in, the young man said jokingly, "Why don't you go in and help?"
"Uh..." Wei Ling smiled awkwardly, "Song Yizhi is afraid that I will tear down your kitchen, senior."
youth:……
That's right, these three girls don't know how to cook, it's his kitchen! ! !
Looking at the young man striding over, Wei Ling and Shen Zheng stepped back to clear the way.
Seeing Song Yizhi who was busy and orderly in the kitchen, the young man's heart dropped in his throat.
Fortunately, fortunately, this is a man who can cook, so his kitchen can be saved.
"It's unreasonable." The young man raised his hand and rubbed his chin, "How can she, a monk, chop wood and cook? Could it be..." Did Rong Yueyuan ask them to prepare in advance?
"Uh hehe..." Wei Ling smiled awkwardly, not knowing where to start.
The young man narrowed his eyes, but he still didn't quite believe that Rong Yueyuan would do such a thing.
"Miss Song is different from ordinary monks. She is obsessed with farming. For her, chopping firewood and cooking is just an ordinary thing." Ye Hanxing said warmly.
The young man glanced at Ye Hanxing.
The doctor of Yaowang Valley and the son of the owner of the valley naturally disdained lying.
Moreover, Rong Yueyuan's temper would not allow him to do such a thing. It seems like this is a coincidence?
The young man put his hands behind his hands and said regretfully, "I thought I could make things difficult for you, but I didn't expect that I got it wrong."
Wei Ling didn't know how to answer.
"Senior is kind-hearted, and if he really bothered us, he would have driven us away long ago." Song Yizhi's clean and pleasant voice came from the kitchen.
The young man snorted and said angrily, "If the food you cook is not to my liking, I still won't go."
Song Yizhi smiled and said nothing.
Wei Ling tugged on Shen Zheng's sleeve, and the two quietly moved to the axe.
Wei Ling held it with both hands, but the ax didn't move at all. She tried her best, but the ax still didn't move.
Wei Ling's eyes widened with disbelief on his face, "What the hell?! It's so heavy??"
Looking at Song Yizhi, she felt that the ax had no weight, but she didn't expect that as soon as she got her hands on it, she laughed to death and couldn't lift it at all.
Finally, Wei Ling used her spiritual power to lift the ax a little. She took back her spiritual power, and the ax fell back onto the pier as if it weighed ten thousand kilograms.
Shen Zheng tried it and managed to carry it, but if she wanted to chop firewood like Song Yizhi, it was basically not possible.
too heavy! ! !
"Weak." The young man threw out the word in disgust.
Wei Ling calmed down his breathing and said, "Senior, is it possible that it's not that we are too weak but that your ax is ridiculously heavy?"
The young man snorted disdainfully, "How can the little girl inside be picked up so easily?"
Wei Ling: "..."
As for Song Yizhi, that strange girl, can they compare?
There's no comparison!
Song Yizhi's voice floated out from the kitchen, "How can you be so strong if you grow so much land?"
"Did you see it?" the young man said, "In the final analysis, you are too lazy and have not practiced properly. Looking at you, you are as weak as a chicken."
Wei Ling:......
Ye Hanxing looked at Song Yizhi who was lowering his head to cook, and asked curiously, "Miss Song, have you ever practiced physical training?"
Song Yizhi curled his lips and said angrily, "When my mother agreed to my farming, one of the requirements was that all my farming tools should be replaced by heavy iron ones!"
Ye Hanxing raised his eyebrows, feeling as if he was expecting this.
The next second, Song Yizhi was like a little fox trying to cause trouble, "Mother's original intention was to let me improve my cultivation and use my spiritual power to use farming tools, but am I the kind of person who is obedient?"
"No." Ye Hanxing said cooperatively.
"Did you not expect that? In addition to practicing, I can also exercise my strength. This is called the Tao is one foot high and the devil is one foot high. Hehehehe." Song Yizhi looked like a little fox who succeeded in doing bad things. He was cute and cute.
Looking at Song Yizhi's cute and playful look, Ye Hanxing burst into laughter.
It's really funny and annoying.
This little girl... she developed all kinds of strange powers in order not to practice. I wonder if the elder was angry at the beginning?
Wei Ling and Shen Zheng looked at each other.
As expected of Song Yizhi?
This is indeed something she can do.
The young man curiously asked Song Yizhi, "Why don't you practice? Is it because your talent is too poor to practice?"
Song Yizhi was not easy to answer.
It can't be said that she just wants to show off in this life, right?
"...If the best spiritual roots are called poor talents, are there any geniuses in the world?" Wei Ling said faintly.
The young man was shocked.
After reacting, the young man looked at Song Yizhi, who was enjoying himself waving the spatula, and said, "You are a waste of natural resources!"
"Everyone has his or her own ambitions," Song Yizhi answered perfunctorily.
What else did the young man want to say? Song Yizhi had already prepared the meal, and she called Wei Ling to come over and serve it.
After the five dishes and one soup were placed on the table, the young man tasted a little bit one by one. He wanted to find fault but couldn't take it.
Every dish is so perfect, with all the color, flavor and flavor, no more or less.
The young man put down his chopsticks and looked at Song Yizhi seriously, "How about you become a kitchen repairman?"
Song Yizhi waved his hand, "Senior, if you like it, I will cook it for you when I have time. Forget about other things, I am very satisfied with my current state."
The young man did not force himself, waved his hand and said, "Sit down and eat together."
Song Yizhi made enough food for several of them.
Ye Hanxing sat down and found that none of the five dishes and one soup on the table was spicy.
"I keep my word. I can't fault the food this girl cooked. After dinner, I will go down the mountain to Wei's house with you." The young man said.
Wei Ling glanced at Song Yizhi gratefully, unable to hide the happiness on his face.
Just as she was about to stand up and salute to thank this senior, the young man said, "It's not too much trouble to pay homage all day long. There aren't so many rules. Let's eat."
Wei Ling responded obediently and then picked up the bowl.
"Little girl, can you make something spicy next time?" The young man picked up a piece of braised chicken, "But if the clear soup with little water can make it like this, your cooking skills are really good."
Song Yizhi nodded, "That night I'll be in charge and cook a table of spicy food for seniors."
The young man spat out the chicken bones and said, "By the way, I seem to have forgotten to introduce myself. My surname is Zongzheng."
"Clang."
Wei Ling and Shen Zheng's chopsticks fell on the table.
Ye Hanxing was slightly surprised.
But he was not as rude as Wei Ling and Shen Zheng. After all, he had already guessed.
who? ?
Who did he say he was? ? ?
Zongzheng decree? ? ?
Wei Ling looked at the young man in coarse linen clothes and was dumbfounded.
If there's nothing wrong with her mind, Zong Zheng seems to be... the number one sword cultivator, right? !
Wei Ling's mouth opened and closed for a while before she found the sound. She said in a trembling voice, "Dao, Dao, Dao Zun?!"
No, how could it be the Sword Master? !
She thought he was at most a fusion monk or something like that, but she didn't expect that he was actually a sword master who had reached the Mahayana? !
"It's become a little stuttering, not stable at all." Zong Zhengling said in disgust.
Wei Ling was submissive and did not dare to refute even a word.
She now wants to go back and beat her old self to death.
(End of chapter)
