UGB Chapter 28
Chapter 28
How should I put it... This journey was unexpectedly calm.
They stayed at the inn in such a safe and secure way, and hurried on their way in a safe and secure manner.Even if there were only black shops left on the road in the later stage, they were slaughtered safely.
There was no obstruction from Jade Rakshasa.
Yan Qingping happily didn't have to deal with those minions - in front of their lineup, everyone except Yu Luocha himself was a minion - the whole Taoist priest turned into a life player, circling around his brother Siming.
On the contrary, Lu Xiaofeng, who watched the whole process, almost stared out of his eyes.
Look, everyone is running around on the road, why Lu Xiaofeng and Uncle Lu can only drink boiled water, eat vegetables and boiled eggs with Ximen Chuuxue, while Fang Siming can enjoy the roast chicken and pancakes made by the Taoist priest himself?
In a small run-down hotel that charged 800 taels of silver for a single room, Lu Xiaofeng lay on the table and sighed.
After Yan Qingping came, he threw down a lot of money without blinking, and went into the back kitchen, not knowing what to eat.However, the Taoist leader was very conscientious, and generously gave Lu Xiaofeng the hotel and food expenses: After all, Lu Xiaofeng had nothing to do with this matter, it was only brought in for him, oh, and also for Ximen Chuuxue.
The dishes in the store were exhausted, and Yan Qingping unceremoniously used the ingredients in his backpack.
Speaking of the backpack—Fang Siming knew he had a backpack.When he was in Zhuangzi, he suddenly told Yan Qingping: "Hide your backpack, no one here has seen it."
How should I put it, although Fang Siming seemed to mention it casually, but Yan Qingping broke out in a cold sweat at that time.
The first thought was: Damn he actually knows the system backpack!
The second thought was actually: In Fang Siming's eyes, how stupid I am...
As for Lu Xiaofeng and Ximen Chuuxue...
Ximen Chuuxue is an iceberg who doesn't care about these things at all.Lu Xiaofeng must have noticed something, but he didn't ask anything.He has always been a reliable friend, plus he has always been very good at making up brains, plus Yan Qingping is also a Taoist persona, when they first met, he teased him to "pinch his fingers" or something... Probably yes I've figured it out myself.
Then Yan Qingping unceremoniously used his private treasury to fill his brother Siming's small dining table.
The winter melon pork ribs soup has been stewed, and Lu Xiaofeng's mouth is watering due to the fresh taste.Relying on the system's backpack to keep fresh, Yan Qingping stockpiled a large amount of ingredients.Although Fang Siming loves to eat meat, he has to eat vegetables.
While it was still early, he made a tofu meat sandwich, slipped a cabbage, and made a mushroom and rapeseed.
The green rapeseed removes the top leaves, and each one is like a small unbloomed flower bud, filled with brown stuffing in the middle.Considering Fang Siming's taste, Yan Qingping minced pork and shiitake mushrooms, fried them and wrapped them in rapeseed, making this unusual dish of mushrooms and rapeseed.
Lu Xiaofeng poked the plate in front of him with his chopsticks and let out a long sigh.
"Ah!" He sighed very loudly, keeping his eyes on Yan Qingping. There were two solitary green vegetables on the plate, "Some people would rather pay me to eat two green vegetables than cook a meal for his good friend!"
Yan Qingping put the beautiful mushrooms and rapeseed in front of Fang Siming's table. Hearing this, he turned his head and took a look at Ximen Chuuxue—yes, the four of them sat at three tables—and said calmly: "The owner of Ximen has his own small stove. There is no need to be poor."
The coachman of Ximen Chuuxue is not just a coachman, he can also take care of his life, serve tea and cook, but he is a model servant.Let this cleanliness man still wear white clothes like snow every day in the desolate desert of the Western Regions.
Ximen Chuuxue was eating a plate of green stir-fried vegetables - when he wasn't killing people, he didn't just eat boiled eggs.I don't know where the cab driver found the green vegetables, and the seasoning was borrowed from Yan Qingping, after all, Ximen Chuuxue despises the things in black shops.
Lu Xiaofeng rolled his eyes angrily.
After appreciating Lu Xiaofeng's expression for a while, Yan Qingping went back to the kitchen again, and brought out the dish prepared for Lu Xiaofeng: "Okay, Brother Xiaofeng, don't put on that little daughter-in-law expression."
This man is boring enough.
When there is something to eat, Lu Xiaofeng doesn't bother with him anymore.He picked up a rapeseed, and put it into his mouth in the cold and murderous eyes cast by the Young Master of the Wansheng Pavilion.
"Brother Siming, I'll go see the soup." Yan Qingping thought that brother Siming, who was protecting the food, was too cute, and he couldn't help but snatch Lu Xiaofeng's unit dishes back after watching it.
Lu XiaoFeng: ? ? ?
Fang Siming looked at Lu Xiaofeng who was enjoying himself, and suddenly he stopped murderous.He picked up the plate of cabbage expressionlessly and threw it towards Lu Xiaofeng: "Lu Xiaofeng, I'll give you this too."
Lu Xiaofeng's eyes lit up.However, the dish was intercepted by another person before he could make a contribution with his consonance.
The exquisite Guihe sword in the Guihe box is entwined with black sword energy, perfectly supporting the dish, then turned his head as if intelligently, and flew back to Fang Siming with the vegetables, slowly landed on the table, and then As soon as the whole sword was withdrawn, the plate fell on the table, almost where it was at the beginning.
Fang Siming: ...
Lu Xiaofeng: ...
Gui Hejian buzzed, greeted Fang Siming obediently, and then flew into the back kitchen neatly.
Yan Qingping poked out a smiling face, the big horsetail under Beiming's crown hung down following his movements, and the sword case that appeared behind him at unknown time opened automatically, welcoming Guihejian who was on a business trip: "Brother Siming , don’t be picky eaters.”
Fang Siming: "...huh."
Lu Xiaofeng: "Pfft."
Ximen Chuuxue's eyes lit up again - but he didn't realize that the Taoist priest actually used a sword!
This time, Fang Siming poked the plate of cabbage expressionlessly.Yan Qingping came out holding a pot of soup with a smile: "Okay Brother Siming, the soup is ready, let's drink."
Mutation mutation.
Weird smoke appeared in the inn at some point.
A voice of indistinguishable gender and indistinguishable age said: "A distinguished guest is here."
Several people's faces changed.
Lu Xiaofeng looked serious, Ximen Chuixue's sword energy appeared, Fang Siming evoked a mocking smile.
Yan Qingping's smiling face turned cold just now, and the dark inner force protected him and Fang Siming's outer circle: "Jade Rakshasa?"
"That's right." The voice came from nowhere.
"Pretending to be a ghost!" Yan Qingping snorted coldly, the deep internal force with a rare domineering, centered on him, swept and spread, and then fiercely met Yu Luocha's mysterious internal force.
"Xiao Daoist is not very old, but his temper is not small." Yu Luocha teased.
"Uncle Ximen is not young, and he has a thick skin." Yan Qingping sharply increased the output of internal force.
Yu Luocha didn't expect him to have such deep internal energy at his age, and he took a step back abruptly, and a mass of gray as tall as a man appeared in the misty smoke—that's where Yu Luocha was.
"Interesting." He suddenly became interested, ready to have a fight with his grandson's adoptive father.
The sound of cracking sounded quietly.
Both of them are people with profound inner strength, but the ceramic basin held in Yan Qingping's hands is just an ordinary container, and it can't stand the two of them colliding like this, and it splits a crack.
"Wow--" Along the crack, the soup basin was finally overwhelmed and shattered violently, scattering the fragrant wax gourd pork ribs soup all over the floor.
Fang Siming, who had been sweeping Yan Qingping's battle, opened his eyes wide for a moment.
I waited half an hour for the soup!
The author has something to say: Come, come, let me count the big brothers who have taken care of me during this period.
Little angel Jiang Yunxi, three bottles of nutrient solution, thank you little angel!
My dead A Zhai, a bottle of nutrient solution.I always feel like I saw you after which article?
Huaying little angel has 18 bottles of nutrient solution, the young lady is so sweet.
10 bottles of nutrient solution for the little angel of the dumpling, such a cute little angel.
Mo Linglin little angel 14 bottles, Daoist Mo is so kind to me QwQ
Mo Xiaoli?A bottle of little angel, little angel, is your question mark self-contained or drawn by the system?
The 16 bottles of nutrient solution of Zhuxuan Moran little angel are so happy.
Ah, you're all bosses!
As a reward, the first volume has finished writing a blackened episode!