Ninety-second bowl of soup (1)

"Looking at your spirit, the injury should be almost healed, right?"

Lizi smiled and rubbed it over, arching his hands like a puppy: "Thank you Sister Qinghuan, thank Sister Qinghuan! You are simply my benefactor of reconstruction..."

Qinghuan chuckled and leaned on the beauty couch of Mengpozhuang: "The destined people are all together. There is no butterfly effect to cause the world to collapse, not to mention... I am not completely unprofitable. You don't have to thank me for anything."

"Hey?" Lizi couldn't understand, but saw the soft halo in her palm, "What is this, so beautiful!" She had never seen such a light before.

"Want to know?" Qinghuan glanced at her with a smile, "It's eyeballs."

Chestnut retreated a full ten meters. Although she was not a novice, she was still panicked about these things. When she first arrived on the Naihe Bridge, she didn't even dare to look at the ghosts in the Forgotten River. "No no no no no no I don't want to know!"

Qing Huan smiled and put away his eyes, saying that they were eyes, rather than saying that they were just a ball of brilliance. Song Yi's two eyes finally turned into such a small ball of light. After she put the things away, she said to Lizi: "The wounds are almost there, you should go, this is not the place you should come."

Lizi also knew that he was really lucky this time, otherwise he would have been wiped out. He was very grateful to Qinghuan, knelt down, and became rare and serious: "Great kindness, I don’t know how to repay it. If Sister Huan is useful to me, I will go through all fire and water, and I will not hesitate!"

"I will remember your friendship." Qinghuan helped her up, and then suddenly laughed a little badly, "but you don't think that's it."

"what?"

The bewildered chestnut looked at the smiles full of joy, and suddenly had an ominous premonition. She remembered... "Fuck, I won't be struck by lightning again?!!!!!!!!! "

"Although the mistake has been made up, your slack work attitude is a fact, so...after you are out of the way, ask for more blessings." Qing Huan nodded on her eyebrows, before Li Zi knelt for help. It's gone.

At this moment, Mo Zeji Guangqiong Xiaohei dared to run out, all around Qinghuan’s legs rubbing around, three small animals and one fat man, the scene seemed very chaotic for a time, Qinghuan almost tripped by them. Can't go.

She bent down and picked up all the four small dumplings-this really required a lot of strength, because it was heartbreaking to be fat with Mo Ze alone. Fortunately, Ji Guangqiong is only the size of a cat, and Mo Ze is the main one who struggles. The little fat man felt it himself, and suddenly became guilty: "Master, I, should I lose weight?" It seems that I have eaten a lot recently, and the owner can't hold him...

Shall we stop eating dinner?

"It's okay, I can still hold it." Qing Huan left Zhuangzi, but the bridge was still quiet, only when she came out, the soup in the pot made a gurgling sound. She put down the little dumplings and watched them run around in a hurry, and then all came back to surround her, staring at her eagerly. Qing Huan poked Mo Ze on the head: "Is Huanghai fun?"

"It's fun!" The little fat man nodded vigorously, "and Aunt Linglong has a lot of delicious food!"

There are so many delicious foods in the deserted sea!

Qing Huan laughed, "That's why you have gained so much weight?"

"Ah..." Mo Ze felt sad, he really got a lot fatter, right? Even the master said so.

Qing Huan picked up the spoon and stirred the soup. The gurgling and steaming soup quickly calmed down. When she put the ball of brilliance in, the soup seemed to have cooled completely. The blue flame licked the bottom of the pot, Qing Huan was a little lost, but Ji Guang bit her skirt before lowering her head: "What's the matter?"

"Meow." After being a cat for a long time, Ji Guang has become accustomed to meowing.

Of these four dumplings, it is the most careful and can feel her unusualness the most. A pair of big blue eyes stared at her, then grabbed the skirt and climbed all the way up Qinghuan's shoulders, licked her cheeks, and meowed twice. In fact, it doesn't know what the owner is thinking, but it still wants to accompany her, even if it's just a cat.

Qinghuan squeezed its soft meat pad, glanced at the pot, and sighed: "I'm afraid this is the longest pot of soup I have boiled. When can I boil it?"

Then she bowed her head and said to a few small dumplings: "I'm going out. No one will come on the Naihe Bridge during this time. If someone climbs up in the river, you can just let it go and leave it alone."

"Master is leaving again?" For some reason, Mo Ze suddenly felt flustered. "When will the master be back? Can I go with the master?"

"I will be back, but... it may take some time." Qing Huan thought for a while, "You will stay here to see the house, and wait for me to come back and give you some good food."

"I don't want to eat..." The little dumpling was about to cry, "Is it because I don't usually do anything and always eat? Does the master want me? I will not eat anything in the future..."

Qing Huan was amused by his childish language: "Why, you can eat whatever you want, is it possible that I can't afford you? It's just that this time I really have something to do and there will be no danger. Don't worry."

The little dumplings didn't speak, looking up at her with their faces up. Qinghuan's heart is about to melt, and she doesn't feel lonely at all, because the dumplings who accompany her are too cute. He took Ji Guang off his shoulder and kissed each other before disappearing on the Naihe Bridge.

She was absent, and the entire Naihe Bridge seemed deadly silent. The dumplings lost their playfulness and found a comfortable place to nest. Only Mo Ze climbed onto the stool next to the pot with his short legs, grabbed the spoon and started stirring the soup. Before the master comes back, he will definitely take care of this long-boiled soup!

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This is the world Qinghuan has chosen, plus the obsession with no ghosts to complete. Therefore, she used her own appearance, still a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, wearing a fur coat and a hat, standing at the door of a Zhuangzi , Because of the heavy rain, she wanted to spend the night here.

As a result, as soon as she knocked on the door, a carriage came from the rain and stopped at the door of Zhuangzi. The maid quickly opened the umbrella, and the coachman put on a small stool, and stepped out of it with a foot in delicate embroidered shoes. Then a beautiful woman was helped out, and the people in Zhuangzi stood in two neat vertical rows and said loudly, "Welcome Madam!"

Oh... I didn't open the door for her, she also wanted to say, why someone would open the door as soon as she knocked on it.

The lady got out of the carriage and saw Qing Huan, she was taken aback, "You are..."

Qinghuan's hat covered her face, and she clasped her fist and said: "The rain is pouring, and the little girl wants to stay in Zhuangzi for a night, I wonder if the wife can be accommodating?"

The lady seemed to have a bodhisattva heart, so she nodded lightly and said to the mother next to her: "Mother Chen, you give this girl a set of clothes we brought, and replace the soaked body. In addition, Zhuangzi’s What about things?"

A man in his early forties stood up immediately: "Madam."

"The place I'm going to live has been cleaned up, right?"

"Mrs. Hui, when I received the news from the capital, the minions had already packed up."

"That's good." The lady nodded, then glanced at Huan Huan again, "Send someone to prepare meals, and then boil some hot water to send to the girl just now."

"Yes."

"Madam is really kind." A maid praised, "That little girl really has cultivated the blessing of eight lifetimes before she can meet her!"

The lady sighed, "This is not necessarily true."

She didn't say more, and went into Zhuangzi.

Qinghuan was greeted into a clean and tidy room. She took off her clothes and hat, and the next person delivered hot water. This kind of weather... a hot bath... is actually very terrible, but she still soaked. Wipe clean. As soon as I got out of the tub, I heard someone knock on the door: "Girl, I'm Mother Chen next to Madam, I'm here to bring you clothes."

Qing Huan replied: "Mom wait a moment."

Although she didn't mind being naked, it was conservative and ancient, so she pulled the sheets at will to wrap herself up. Mother Chen's eyes widened when she saw her trendy dress, and then she gasped when she saw her face again-there is a girl with such an icon in this world! This, even the second lady who is known as the first beauty in the second room can't compare with it! Madam and Master are really lucky and lucky!

Master’s approval! Too accurate!

Mother Chen looked at her as if someone who had been hungry for a long time suddenly saw the delicious roast chicken. Qing Huan glanced at her strangely, "Thank you, madam, you can give me the clothes."

"Old slaves come, old slaves come, girls sit, girls sit, old slaves come to serve the girl."

I called myself "I" just now, but now I suddenly become an old slave, and I'm so courteous to her...

Mother Chen naturally knew that she was acting weird, but she still couldn't help it: "The girl's hair is really good." It was dark and shiny, and satin-like. She seems to be just a girl from an ordinary family, how can this body of ice, muscle, bone and green silk be better than that of the spoiled Miss Guo Gongfu?

Qing Huan saw Mother Chen's cautious actions in the bronze mirror, and couldn't help but smile: "Mom doesn't need to be so careful, I'm not a daughter of a daughter." Just wipe it at will.

Mother Chen repeatedly said that she couldn't use it, so she waited for Qinghuan to wipe her hair and change her clothes. She was a jade-like person, and she was even more beautiful in brocade clothes. Mother Chen's tears were about to come out, "The girl eats first, and finishes her meal... My wife wants to talk to the young lady."