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Chapter 346 Steamed Bun Pickled Vegetable Porridge

Xue Ling's words seemed very careless.

But on the other hand, it's really true.

That is, the Xiaohun Inn is indeed about to open. Xue Ling is now the cook of the Xiaohun Inn, and the bee wings of the honeycomb, due to emotion and reason, have to go back to cooking.

Instead of being here with two adults all day.

Lu Yuan looked up at Zhao Jing.

Zhao Jing smiled: "Master Lu is in charge."

"Then you go." Lu Yuan said.

Xue Ling thanked her, then turned and walked down the tower.

As soon as she turned around, Lu Yuan stopped her behind her.

Xue Ling stopped and looked at Lu Yuan.

"Be careful." Lu Yuan said softly, a little casually, but with a hint of sincerity.

Xue Ling froze for a moment, not knowing what Lu Yuan really thought.

In fact, she no longer hates Lu Yuan as much as she did at first.

After all, Xue Ling is no longer the original Xue Ling.

But Lu Yuan's attitude has also changed a lot from before.

Maybe the current Xue Ling is really useful to Lu Yuan.

Xue Ling hummed.

"Thank you sir."

……

……

After getting off the city wall, Xue Ling couldn't go back immediately.

She changed her clothes first. Jin Yiwei's clothes were different from those of the cook, or Xue Ling's clothes were completely different from Lin Xue's.

Even if the two identities are not so important and different now.

But Lin Xue still has the value of existence.

In other words, in Xue Ling's heart, Lin Xue was still very important.

After changing her clothes, Xue Ling returned to Xiaohun Inn, and saw Fang Bie standing at the entrance of the inn, with a black cloth over his eyes, inviting guests, and the broken brick wall had also been repaired.

Xue Ling subconsciously glanced into the door.

But he didn't see He Ping.

"Where's Miss Ping?" Xue Ling couldn't help asking.

"Going out." Fang Bie said lightly: "Go to the kitchen first, there are still many things to do today."

Xue Ling glanced at Fang Bie, and finally resisted not saying anything, but passed by Fang Bie, walked into the depths of the inn, came to the smoky kitchen she was familiar with, and picked up the kitchen knife.

In any case, this is the job Xue Ling is most familiar with now.

Bidang Jinyiwei, Bidang beehive bee wings, are more familiar with the work.

Cut vegetables, heat the pan, fry, and oil.

When the inn reopened, Xue Ling felt as if she had returned to her busy self.

This lasted for a whole noon until after noon in the afternoon, when she finally took a break and took a steamed bun and gnawed it in her mouth.

The steamed buns are steamed in the morning. They are soft and delicious. You can break off small pieces with your fingers and put them in your mouth. After being moistened with saliva, they have a sweet taste.

There are pickles and porridge at hand. In fact, Xue Ling often dealt with it like this for lunch.

Things that seemed unimaginable before, but after real experience, there is a sense of course again.

Xue Ling lowered her head and took a mouthful of pickles and put it in her mouth. The Vajra Immortality in her body was still running, impacting and washing every acupuncture point.

From the beginning, it was just a seed, and slowly let the seed nourish the whole body to spread the branches and leaves, and now it can almost run in the body by itself, flush and improve the physique.

Although Master Kongwu gave Xue Ling a good starting point, in the end, it was Xue Ling who made this gift come true in her body little by little.

In fact, Xue Ling doesn't quite know what state she is in now. According to common sense, the magic of King Kong is not bad.

But for Xue Ling, she really felt that the speed at which she had become stronger in the past six months had started to accelerate a little bit.

It seemed that every time he went through a battle, and every time he invoked the indestructible skill of King Kong, his skill would deepen a little bit.

Perhaps, I am really suitable for this martial art?

Recalling the words that the eminent monk Kong Wu said to himself when he passed away, Xue Ling would always have such an illusion.

After all, what she explained to Lu Yuan and others was true, that is, when she was young, she had indeed met this eminent monk Kong Wu, and she had to be given the title of Zhenling.

But he never expected that when he grows up, before the eminent monk Kongwu passes away, he will be granted this dharma title again and pass on the indestructible vajra practice.

When Xue Ling was thinking this way, she heard the kitchen door rang, and when she looked up, it was Fang Bie who pushed the door open.

Fang Bie looked at Xue Ling who was sitting by the stove, eating steamed buns and pickles, and couldn't help laughing. After laughing, he sat on the side and stretched out his hand to Xue Ling: "Give me one."

Xue Ling handed Fang Bie a steamed bun, watched as Fang Bie stuffed it into his mouth and took a big bite: "You haven't eaten yet?"

"You don't know if I ate or not." Fang Bie ate up the steamed buns and the pickles in two or three mouthfuls. Fortunately, the steamed buns were still soft and not very choking. The boy poured himself a bowl of porridge and drank it all. Xue Ling looked in a daze.

Yes, she is aware of how cautious Fang Bie is usually, but only in Xiaohun Inn, Fang Bie almost never suspects that there is any tampering in the food she cooks.

Of course, Xue Ling never thought about it, let alone dared to do it.

"And later we have to deliver food to others." Fang Bie continued.

"Who?" Xue Ling couldn't help asking.

"Shang Jiuge, who else is there besides her?" Fang Bie said looking at Xue Ling like a fool.

Fang Bie didn't ask what Xue Ling said and heard at Lu Yuan's side in the morning.

But Xue Ling felt that she had an obligation to tell the other party. After all, what she heard today was still very important.

"I have some information to tell you." Xue Ling thought for a while, and decided to use the method that I have some information to tell you instead of me having something to tell you.

Because if you say that I have something to say to you, it is easy to be misunderstood as something like a confession.

In particular, Xue Ling still has a certain criminal record in this regard.

"Is it about Jinyiwei's movements?" Fang Bie asked with a smile.

He was finishing the porridge on hand, and then filled himself another bowl.

"Yes." Xue Ling nodded.

"Then let's talk as we walk." Fang Bie smiled, and while talking, Fang Bie picked up the bamboo basket next to the stove, and filled it with a dozen steamed buns, a small can of pickles, and a piece of braised beef. Porridge, cover it again, and put it on Xue Ling's back.

"Let's go." Fang Bie said this, but Xue Ling was a little stunned: "Now?"

"Of course, Shang Jiuge is starving," Fang Bie said.

Xue Ling could only nod her head, checked the stove, and then went out to close the door of the inn temporarily, and the two of them left the inn.

"That's right." On the way.

Xue Ling carried the bamboo basket on her back and looked at Fang Bie.

"Over there." Xue Ling didn't say the word Jin Yiwei.

After all, on the street.

"We're going to hold a Boy Heroes meeting."

(End of this chapter)