The villain brother is unreliable, I'm still striving for self-improvement

it is good?

The old man with white beard promised himself?

Chu Ge couldn't help digging out her ears, she thought she was hallucinating.

This happiness also came too suddenly, making people so caught off guard.

"Grandpa can call, don't try to forgive the debt."

Jiang Wuchen pierced Chu Ge's fantasy with one word.

"Grandpa, do you think I look like such a shameless person?"

Chu Ge absolutely refused to admit that he just wanted to do it in the future.

"Don't look, you don't look like you, you are."

Jiang Wuchen directly exposed Chu Ge's true face.

Chu Ge blushed, "Well, grandpa, don't worry, with our relationship, it is impossible for a person as filial as me to do such a foolish thing."

"Really?" Jiang Wuchen didn't believe it at all.

This little black girl has a lot of hearts, at least there must be one hundred and eighty, and she is as good as her young self.

"Well, at most, at most..." Chu Ge hesitated.

"At most?" Jiang Wuchen asked.

"At most, I'll help you do more work, Grandpa, you can more or less pay off my debt!" Chu Ge braved his face and said his request. Anyway, now that he is poor and white, it's useless to have face.

Jiang Wuchen stopped what he was doing, as if he was thinking about the feasibility of Chu Ge's words.

Just when Chu Ge was uneasy,

"Okay." Jiang Wuchen agreed.

He pushed the basin in his hand to Chu Ge.

"Knead this side first."

"it is good."

Kneading dough is so simple that anyone can do it.

Chu Ge agreed.

It just so happened that she had just finished practicing and she had endless energy.

The white dough has just been kneaded. If you want to make a good steamed bun, you have to withstand thousands of kneading.

Chu Ge rolled up his sleeves excitedly, and did what he said.

A pair of little black hands are so conspicuous in the white dough.

Taking a deep breath, Chu Ge grabbed his hands and rubbed them vigorously.

The smoothness, softness, and ease as imagined are all gone, and there is only a heavy feeling like a thousand pieces of gold.

Chu Ge tried his best to knead the dough.

"This flour is not ground from ordinary wheat, it is giant spirit wheat, as heavy as a rock." Jiang Wuchen sat beside him, crossing his legs, drinking tea leisurely.

"Don't stop! Keep going."

Chu Ge continued to knead the dough with a bitter face.

The result of my own choice, I have to finish crying.

Chu Ge put on his horse stance, sank into his dantian, clenched his teeth, and continued to knead his face with a grim face.

A kneading movement that could have been completed quickly was made into a x10 slow motion by Chu Ge.

After a while, Chu Ge's forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat.

Take a breath and continue.

Chu Ge concentrated on kneading the dough in front of him.

Jiang Wuchen, who was sitting by the side, showed satisfaction in his eyes.

The steamed buns he made not only taste special, but also contain a lot of spiritual power, which ordinary disciples would not be blessed to enjoy.

It was the first time for Jiang Wuchen to meet someone like Chu Ge who had a special physique like himself and was able to eat so much.

It was because of this that Jiang Wuchen noticed Chu Ge.

In addition, this little black girl Chu Ge can be regarded as her own grandson, who is bored in her free time, teasing and teasing, no, pointing and pointing.

After rubbing it three times, Chu Ge completely lost his strength. He stood there, panting like a cow, and his little hands trembled slightly.

It is impossible to rub thousands of times with brute force alone.

Grandpa with a white beard can move easily at a very old age, so it doesn't make sense for him to be young!

Now that I am in the world of comprehension, I can't think about problems with ordinary people's thinking.

Chu Ge tried to mobilize the spiritual power in his body and concentrate it on his hands.

The hands that were a little sore and limp instantly swept away their fatigue and were full of strength again.

Is this the beauty of spiritual power?

amazing.

Under the blessing of spiritual power, Chu Ge slowly began to knead the dough that was as heavy as a thousand gold.

It seemed lighter, but not enough.

Singer Chu had more spiritual power, and this time, kneading his face was easier than before.

Does it mean that the more spiritual power, the easier it is to knead?

A gleam flashed in Chu Ge's eyes.

Her hands were instantly covered with a layer of spiritual power, turning from black to white.

Chu Ge put his hands on the dough with confidence.

Just when she thought the dough was in her hands, the white dough melted.

∑(口||

Chu Ge was shocked.

Jiang Wuchen smiled.

Xiaobian, you think you are smart?

"That, Grandpa with a white beard, I'll rub it for you again."

Chu Ge hurriedly reunited.

"The flour that was wasted just now, I don't count it as your spirit stone, but as a gift from me to your good grandson."

Jiang Wuchen waved his hand indifferently.

"For a while, if you waste it again, 100 yuan of top-quality spirit stones."

Chu Ge's little hands shook, and the flour almost spilled.

She came here to work to repay the debt, not to increase the debt.

With the previous experience and lessons, after the reconciliation this time, Chu Ge is not so frizzy.

She slowly sensed the power in her hand, and slowly increased the output of spiritual power...

Time passed quietly.

Chu Ge was immersed in the practice of controlling spiritual power, and did not know the changes in the outside world at all.

Seeing that noon was approaching, Chu Ge was still obsessed with kneading the dough, Jiang Wuchen didn't urge her, and directly set a restriction in the small kitchen to let her practice enough.

He himself took out a recliner from the space, took out a storybook by the way, and read it with relish while shaking it.

……

The sun went from its highest to its lowest.

Chu Ge was finally able to accurately control the speed of this spiritual power.

The white dough changed in her hands, sometimes flat and sometimes round. After countless times of kneading, the dough became whiter and firmer.

Chu Ge withdrew his hand, looking at the smooth and shiny dough, very satisfied.

"Grandpa Whitebeard, it's done."

What responded to Chu Ge was a "huhu" sound.

Jiang Wuchen covered his face with the book and fell asleep.

Chu Ge looked at the sky outside, and the sunset had already set.

I have been kneading for a day?

Didn't the white-bearded grandfather fail to sell steamed buns at noon and night?

Chu Ge immediately thought whether this loss would be counted on himself.

According to her understanding of Jiang Wuchen.

Chu Ge is [-]% sure that she will definitely take the blame.

No, no.

"Grandpa Whitebeard..."

Chu Ge called softly several times, but Jiang Wuchen didn't respond.

If you don't run away now, when will you wait?

Chu Ge immediately ran away.

The next moment, her feet flew into the air and was lifted into the air by a force.

"Ghost girl, want to run?" Jiang Wuchen took off the script from his face, his eyes were full of light.

Chu Ge was instantly discouraged.

"You kneading dough has delayed my business at noon and evening, you have to..."

Before Jiang Wuchen finished speaking, Chu Ge took it directly.

"I have to pay you back the spirit stone, don't you? Got it, got it. Keep it accountable!"

hey~~~

Really lost his wife and lost his army!