Kuaiwen is also a huge fan

When Lin Chujiu came back, it was almost dark.

Li Yiyi was chopping meat fillings, and Situ Yi was rolling out dumpling wrappers.

"Yiyi, my arm is sore and painful. I want to rest."

Situ Yi cried sadly. She had been beaten a lot today, and now she wanted to hide when she saw Nian Wuyue.

"Have you forgotten what I just said again? This is to train you. For your own good, we have to roll up our sleeves and work hard while we are young!"

Li Yiyi started to fool Situ Yi again.

Situ Yi nodded and rolled out the dumpling wrappers harder.

Yiyi thinks about her so much, so she also wants to roll out the dough well.

"Ali, Changle, have the dishes been washed?"

Li Yiyi stood at the door and shouted to the two people who were washing vegetables outside the well.

"It's done!" Ah Li responded, "Junior brother, you are here. I will take you in after Ah Li comes out."

"Um"

After receiving the response, Ah Li walked into the house carrying the washed dishes.

Feng Changle was wiping his eyes with a handkerchief.

The green onions were so choking that he could hardly open his eyes.

When Lin Chujiu came to the courtyard, he saw Feng Changle standing alone.

He was dressed in black and it was getting late. If you didn't look carefully, he looked like a big black dog.

"Chang Le, what's wrong?" Lin Chujiu walked to the side and squatted down.

Feng Changle took off the veil, his eyes were red, as if he was crying.

"Master, I was stung by the shallots," Feng Changle said in a small voice, with a hint of embarrassment.

Lin Chujiu touched his head and said, "Master, take you in."

It took Feng Changle a long time to say, "Thank you, Master."

"fine"

Lin Chujiu stretched out his hand, and Feng Changle put his hand on it.

His face was as red as a big apple.

Master’s hands are so warm.

Feng Changle squeezed it gently.

The sweet-scented osmanthus hasn't bloomed yet.

But at this moment, he felt the fragrance of osmanthus filling the air.

sweet.

crispy.

It wasn't until Lin Chujiu let go of his hand that Feng Changle reacted.

Looking at the palm of his hand in a daze.

He didn't want to wash his hands.

The light of the night pearl illuminated the room.

The room was bright and bright.

There is a plate of rolled dough on the table, and a large bowl of mixed meat filling next to it.

Several people gathered around the table, talking and laughing, making dumplings.

There are two vacant seats next to it.

"Brother Chujiu, Changle, wash your hands and come make dumplings." Li Yiyi smiled, looking like a little sun.

"it is good"

Lin Chujiu washed his hands carefully, while Feng Changle hesitated for a long time before washing them.

After drying his hands, Feng Changle quickly came to his seat and sat next to Nian Wuyue, while Lin Chujiu sat on the other side.

Nian Wuyue stopped making dumplings and shook his head helplessly.

Lin Chujiu followed Li Yiyi's actions, picked up a piece of dumpling wrapper, scooped out a spoonful of filling, dipped it in some water, and pinched the edges of the dumpling tightly.

One dumpling is finished, but the shape is quite ugly.

Put together with other people's bags, it stands out.

Look at the Nianwuyue package, it's like a work of art.

Lin Chujiu hesitated whether to wrap it again.

He is afraid of embarrassing everyone.

Nian Wuyue raised the corner of his mouth slightly, stopped what he was doing, and looked at Lin Chujiu from a distance.

Lin Chujiu's side face looked particularly soft under the light of the night pearl.

Feng Changle also looked at Lin Chujiu.

The two of them looked like idiots.

"..." He knew he was ugly, and he was scared when two people looked at him like that.

"Master, Changle wants to eat the dumplings you made," Feng Changle was the first to speak.

"I also want to eat the dumplings made on the ninth day of the Lunar New Year." Nian Wuyue followed suit.

Li Yiyi felt inexplicably that the two of them were competing for favor.

"Ali wants it too!"

Ah Li had some flour on her face and raised her hands high.

"it is good"

Lin Chujiu smiled slightly, picked up the dumpling skin and wrapped it again.

He expressed that he was comforted.

The dumplings were cooked in a short while.

Li Yiyi put the seasonings and scooped them out.

Each person has a bowl, and each bowl contains unique dumplings.

Everyone ate with gusto.

"Yiyi, your craftsmanship is really amazing!" Situ Yi praised Li Yiyi for the nth time.

Li Yiyi swallowed the dumplings she was chewing and swelled instantly from the praise.

"That's right, I'm Li Yiyi! Qian Hand Yiyi is a great cook!"

Everyone was amused.

Feng Changle ate all the dumplings and was finally willing to eat the one made by Lin Chujiu.

Happiness was on his face.

The dumplings made by Master are the most delicious.

Ah Li drank the last sip of soup, wiped her mouth and ran outside to play.

The fatigue of the day is washed down with a bowl of steaming dumplings.

-

"Go away, don't touch me"

The stubble on Ye Sheng's chin was so angry that it came out.

Standing in front of him was a boy about 15 years old.

"Master, I really know I was wrong."

This is one of Ye Sheng's new disciples, named Jiang He.

He has a good talent, but he likes to dig out bird eggs.

Ye Sheng asked him to practice martial arts today, but as soon as he walked away, Jiang He climbed up the big banyan tree and dug out bird eggs.

The crane brought his wife here to complain, where would he put his face?

The water was boiling when he went to find someone, and if he was too late, his children would turn into boiled eggs.

"If you like to dig out bird eggs so much, you might as well change your name to Ginger Bird Egg."

Jiang He lowered his head and said in a weak voice, "Master, how unpleasant are ginger eggs?"

"That's called Jiang Dandan"

Ye Sheng rolled his eyes very ungracefully.

He wants to add another sectarian rule: it is forbidden to take out bird eggs!

Tomorrow he was going to his junior brother's place to relax. He was almost mad at Jiang He.

"Go back and copy the sect's rules a hundred times. I'll do a spot check the day after tomorrow."

"Master, can we discuss it again?" Jiang He tried to change Ye Sheng's decision.

"Then copy it two hundred times?" Ye Sheng said in a thoughtful tone.

"Let's do it a hundred times." Jiang He ran away immediately.

Ye Sheng sat down, poured a cup of tea into his mouth, cleared his throat and spoke again.

"Next"

A very mature-looking handsome man walked in from the door. He was also a short winter melon.

"Master, I know I was wrong."

The voice is like that of a smoker who has been smoking for decades, and it also has a bubble sound.

Standing with Ye Sheng, Ye Sheng has not experienced as much as him.

"What's wrong with you? I'm embarrassed to point you out." Ye Sheng touched his beard.

This is also one of his new disciples, named Hu Cangcang.

His talent is okay, but he likes to attract bees and butterflies.

He deceived the hearts of a large number of little girls with his appearance and voice.

Those little girls came together to complain to him, and he almost lost all his dignity.

"Tell me, master, isn't good enough to you? You want to mess with that little girl?"

Hu Cangcang looked like he had gone through many vicissitudes of life and spoke righteously.

“You’ll know when you get to my age.

I'm not provoking them, I just care about the world and want to give every girl a home."

Listen to this reason.

Ye Sheng quickly picked up the ruler and said, "Take off your pants and lie down on the bench. Master will give you a home."

I'm only 12 years old, and I'm just doing some fancy things.

"..." Hu Cangcang looked sad and angry, took off his pants, and lay down.

Ye Sheng only hit him two or three times when Hu Cangcang started howling loudly.

"Ah! Master, I don't dare anymore!"

There was a burst of howling ghosts and wolves in the room.

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