Fantasy: I Mistaken The Protagonist And Villain At The Beginning

On the other side, Su Zhaoxue saw that her body was not shaking cleanly, so she simply stopped shaking. She pouted and walked to the chopping board, picked up the few green onions and chopped them off as if to vent.

Song Hongli nodded slightly, rolled up his sleeves gently, walked to the pile of dishes, and wiped them with a dry cloth.

Seeing that the situation had finally settled down, Luo Qingzhi breathed a sigh of relief and concentrated on the dough in her hand again.

No one spoke in the kitchen for a while, only the sound of slicing green onions was heard.

Some fine snowflakes flew in through the window lattice, soothing people's mood. Outside the window, there were occasionally white cranes raised by Lingyun Peak, which mixed with the snowy sky to form a landscape picture.

Luo Qingzhi secretly sighed, it's really quiet time.

But this quiet time was too short.

It didn't take long before I heard a series of sounds like an explosion. Listening to the movement, there were dozens of broken pots and pans. It was as exciting as setting off firecrackers in the New Year.

Song Qinglian and Luo Qingzhi hurriedly looked up when they heard the sound.

I saw "823" Song Hongli holding a dry cloth with embarrassment on his face. In front of him was the dishes that shattered into a small hill, and the ground was full of broken porcelain slag.

Song Hongli coughed lightly and gently put down the cloth in his hand: "I...I'll go first, you...slowly pack...'

"Master, what grudges do you have with the kitchen?" Song Qinglian asked seriously.

Luo Qingzhi burst out laughing: "Senior brother, you should go back and rest, this place is not suitable for you.

Song Hongli's ears turned red, and without saying a word, he left the kitchen like a gust of wind.

After Song Hongli left, all the steps of making dumplings went well.

Song Qinglian has been running to the kitchen from time to time since several years ago, learning to cook some dishes.

Luo Qingzhi had eaten the dishes made by Song Qinglian a few times. Song Qinglian's cooking skills were very good, but for some reason, the things she made were a bit sweet.

Luo Qingzhi only likes to eat those sweet things when Song Qinglian has not grown up yet.

Su Zhaoxue suddenly ran in at this moment, sniffing in the east and sniffing in the west: "Sister-in-law, are the dumplings out of the pot?"

Luo Qingzhi was wrapping it in her hand, so she lightly patted Su Zhaoxue's head with her floured hand: "Get out! Running in will make trouble."

"Master...you hit me again..." Su Zhaoxue said aggrieved.

On the other side, Song Qinglian looked at the live target in front of her and smiled coldly. You stinky fox only pesters Master all day long. Today, don't blame me for being unrighteous.

She directly picked up the flour bowl next to her and slammed it on Su Zhaoxue's forehead.

"Song Qinglian!!!" Su Zhaoxue roared.

Luo Qingzhi laughed until she leaned back and forth, looking at Su Zhaoxue's embarrassed look on her face, she almost burst out laughing.

After making the dumplings, Song Qinglian and Su Zhaoxue were going to write the couplet, and they handed it over to Luo Qingzhi in the kitchen.

At this time, Su Zhaoxue was writing the couplet when she suddenly found that Song Hongli was sitting in Song Qinglian's place, looking at the dozen red papers in front of him.

On the other side, Song Qinglian couldn't help but smile when he saw this: "Master, can't you rest? Run east, run west, do you have to find something to do?""

Song Hongli raised his eyes and glanced at her, and only said lightly, "Is the dumpling finished?"

"Yes, I've packed some. This year, I packed some copper coins into dumplings, let's see who has the fortune to eat them. Song Qinglian smiled.

Song Hongli pointed to the half-written couplet on the table: "Zhaoxue, you wrote this?

Su Zhaoxue nodded hurriedly: "Yes, I only wrote the first couplet...

"It's well written," Song Hongli nodded approvingly, "Qinglian, write the couplet.

Song Qinglian raised her eyebrows slightly, looked at the couplet in the upper half, and wrote: "The door welcomes the door with joy and happiness. 95

Song Qinglian smiled and returned to the Federation of Literature, so she stepped forward, took a pen, and wrote on another piece of red paper:

"The house is full of spring breeze and spring is full of house."

Su Zhaoxue smiled: "Song Qinglian, your literary talent is still the same, not fresh and refined at all."

"Junior sister, where is the first couplet you wrote so fresh and refined?" Song Qinglian snorted coldly, "Besides, it's the Chinese New Year.

Song Hongli said, "Qinglian is right.

Su Zhaoxue grumbled angrily: "You guys just bully me... bully me..."

Song Hongli ignored Su Zhaoxue, took a piece of red paper, took the pen from Song Qinglian's hand, looked at Song Qinglian, smiled, and wrote a horizontal comment on it:

Green, Xiaomei, Qinglian

The brush is strong and powerful, and the brush is strong and domineering. It is worthy of being written by Song Hongli, one of the dignified Xuantian Twelve Peaks.

"Lv Xiaomei Qinglian......" Song Qinglian slowly read those five words into her mouth, just reading it, she felt like a ray of sunshine poured into her heart and warmed her heart.

Song Hongli put down his pen and seemed to be satisfied with his writing style: "Take it and stick it on the lintel."

Song Qinglian carefully picked up the red paper, carefully looked at the beautiful font, and said for a long time.

"Master, otherwise, I will take this one back and keep it, can you write another one?"5

"What nonsense, why don't you take it to the door of Lingyun Peak's main hall with Zhaoxue?" Song Hongli smiled lightly, "I'm still waiting to eat dumplings at night..."

"But, now is not the time to eat dumplings...it will take another two days..." Su Zhaoxue said weakly.

"Master said that we want to eat, so let's eat tonight." Song Qinglian blocked Su Zhaoxue's words rather domineeringly.

"Oh... well..." Su Zhaoxue obediently took the upper and lower couplets, and went to the main hall with Song Qinglian to paste the couplets.

After Song Qinglian posted the couplet, she ran non-stop to see the large batch of New Year goods that Luo Qingzhi brought back a few days ago.

Luo Qingzhi was also a good housekeeper, so he took care of everything, including paper cutting, palace lanterns, gun battles, fireworks, and a few bright red and festive new clothes.

Song Qinglian turned the pile of things with a smile.

She is actually a person who likes to be lively. If there is a chance, she would also like to go down the mountain again to see the prosperous world written in the book.

However, she has stayed in this white Lingyun Peak as long as she can remember, and has never descended the mountain except for the Fairy Dao Conference.

Now seeing such a large number of red and colorful New Year's goods, Song Qinglian can really feel the worldly atmosphere.

Song Qinglian felt that she might not be suitable for staying in such a quiet place.

However, when Master is here, she will be here all her life.

Song Qinglian's hand suddenly touched a dark brown paper bag. She picked it up curiously. The bag was narrow and long.

She tucked her fingers in and took it out, pinched a bamboo stick, and pulled out the contents.

It's a bunch of bright red candy Calabash.

Fortunately, the weather in Lingyun Peak was cold, and the sugar Calabash stayed here for so long did not melt.

The 5.2nd time she met Sugar Calabash, it was exactly as written in the book.

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No...it's not the first time she's seen...

Something flashed across his mind, and there was a vaguely white figure, much taller than her.

The surrounding environment seemed to be very noisy, like on the street, the man squeezed a bunch of sugar Calabash similar to this one, and stuffed it into his own mouth.

Immediately, it was gone.

Is it an illusion?

Song Qinglian stared blankly at the candy Calabash in her hand for a long time, then lowered her head and took a bite.

The thick sugar coating and the sour hawthorn are very delicious, crunchy and soft, and sweet.

Song Qinglian chewed slowly, she had eaten, she had eaten before.

For some reason, Song Qinglian chewed and chewed, but the corners of her eyes were sore, and she suddenly felt the urge to cry.

It's like....the person who fed her candy Calabash, don't want her anymore.