Master respects him, the five elements are wicked

There was a thin layer of porridge at the bottom of the bowl, but Xie Yu ate a full cup of tea.

Between the spoonfuls, he raised his hand, scooped the porridge, blew it cool, put it into his mouth, swallowed it, and put it into his abdomen.

This little porridge was only enough to cover the bottom of the bowl, and Xie Yu gave him a sense of luxury. For a moment, Fu Qingluan even suspected that he was a little dazzled. The very familiar Xie Yu in front of him seemed to be the same as the one in his mind. An unwanted shadow overlapped.

Fu Qingluan, who had been quietly watching him drink porridge, quickly used his strength to suppress the thoughts in his head, but the suppressed hunger in his stomach was re-suspended.

Fu Qingluan looked up, and the bowl in Xie Yu's hand had bottomed out, not even a grain of rice was left, so Fu Qingluan could only swallow hard.

"Master, your wound hurts again?" Xie Yu put down the porridge bowl and looked at Fu Qingluan.

"No." I don't know if it's an illusion, but Fu Qingluan always feels that a familiar and alluring sweet fragrance is faintly coming out from Xie Yu's body.

Xie Yu seemed to have seen through Fu Qingluan's thoughts: "Isn't that bowl of porridge enough, master?"

"Yes." Fu Qingluan nodded slightly.

"That's really the case." Xie Yu reached into the Qiankun sleeve that he carried with him, and took out a bag of things.

It was a bag of square things tightly wrapped in oiled paper, and the outside was tied with hemp rope to form an eight-treasure Qiankun buckle. Just seeing this familiar shape, Fu Qingluan immediately became overjoyed , I immediately felt as if there were more than a dozen cat paws scratching wantonly in my heart, and then connected to the sweet fragrance in front, even without Xie Yu's explanation, Fu Qingluan guessed what was inside—the hundred-year-old cat from Tongfuji in Qingyang Town Fruit macaroni, one of the snacks that I used to be full of praise.

Looking at the longing on Fu Qingluan's face, it seemed that if it wasn't for the back pain, he would have stepped forward to snatch it from his hand immediately, Xie Yu flashed a smile in his eyes, bowed his head and untied the hemp rope, Peel off the oiled paper layer by layer.

As soon as the oil paper was opened a little, a wonderful sweet fragrance permeated the room. Although I really wanted to see Fu Qingluan's expression at the moment, Xie Yu finally couldn't bear to let Fu Qingluan wait any longer and picked up a piece of paper. The macaroni was brought to Fu Qingluan's mouth.

Fu Qingluan was no longer polite this time, and bit a piece of macaroni into his mouth in one bite. While chewing, he praised the taste of the macaroni vaguely.

Xie Yu turned around and poured a glass of water for Fu Qingluan. Just as he turned his head, Fu Qingluan over there, regardless of the possibility of touching the wound, put his hands together and wiped out one-third of the snack.

"Master, eat slowly, and be careful of choking." Before Xie Yu's words fell, Fu Qingluan was suddenly taken aback, his face changed, and he coughed violently while beating his chest.

Xie Yu hurriedly put down the teacup in his hand, rushed to Fu Qingluan's side, supported his shoulder with one hand, and put the other on his back, and patted him with a force that would not affect his wound.

After a while, Fu Qingluan's cough got better, and he quickly drank the water that Xie Yu handed to his mouth, flushing the pastry down his throat.

Xie Yu gently stroked Fu Qingluan's back and helped him calm down: "Master, no one is robbing you, and you are not a child anymore, so you can't slow down."

Xie Yu said so, but his eyes were full of tenderness when he looked at Fu Qingluan.

"It's been a long time since I've eaten. I've been locked up since I came back. I finally had something to eat." Fu Qingluan finally got over his strength and didn't dare to worry anymore.

Xie Yu poured another glass of water, but Fu Qingluan divided the remaining dim sum into two, and pushed one of them to Xie Yu: "Whoever sees has a share, my dear boy, come on, half for each person, The relationship won't break up."

Xie Yu shook his head slightly: "Master, you can keep it for yourself. If you like it, I will make it for you tomorrow."

"What, you did this?!" Fu Qingluan stopped and looked at Xie Yu in disbelief.

"Yes, master, do you think the taste is different from Tongfuji's? If so, I will try it a few more times, and it will always be the same." Xie Yu wiped off the corners of Fu Qingluan's mouth. Glutinous rice flour and nut crumbs.

"No wonder this macaroni is still hot..." Fu Qingluan finally came to his senses: That's right, in the middle of the night, no matter how sensible the apprentice is, he can't go outside to buy it while he is still in the punishment period.

Fu Qingluan had learned Xie Yu's cooking skills before, but he didn't expect that Xie Yu was so proficient in making dim sum. The macaroni in his mouth tasted better than Tongfuji. It's even worse, if he didn't tell the truth, he would not be aware of it anyway.

Xie Yu saw that Fu Qingluan had no intention of continuing to eat, so he prepared to re-wrap the half that was allocated: "Now time is limited, and there are no suitable ingredients on the peak. If there is anything that the master wants to eat in the future , Tell Tuer in advance, and Tuer will do it for you, master. It can’t be said that it is better than any one, but it will not be weaker than anyone else.”

Just as Fu Qingluan was about to say something, the closed door outside opened a crack with a slight sound, and a small head was exposed, looking inside.

"Fish?" Both Xie Yu and Fu Qingluan were slightly taken aback.

"Yu'er, are you okay?" Xie Yu walked up to Tang Yushui in a few steps, opened the door to let him in, looked up and looked around, but found no one.

Tang Yushui was covered with a small quilt from head to toe, wrapped his whole body in it, raised his head, looked at Xie Yu with big trembling eyes and asked, "Da Yu, I'm worried about Master, I can't sleep alone. Can I come and sleep with you?"

"Go to the master's side." Xie Yu was taken aback, then sighed softly, rubbed his little head, and closed the door again.

When Tang Yushui heard what Xie Yu said, he immediately looked happy, and ran to Fu Qingluan who was already waving at him in a few steps: "Master, Yu'er is so worried about you."

"I don't think you're used to sleeping alone." Fu Qingluan lovingly reached out and scratched Tang Yushui's little nose, then patted the edge of the bed lightly: "Come on, Big Yu just made macaroni. Come and taste."

While speaking, Fu Qingluan had already picked up a piece of macaroni and fed it into Tang Yushui's small mouth.

"Big Fish's craftsmanship is awesome!" Tang Yushui just took a bite, then turned to look at Xie Yu who had just walked into the back room, and praised him.

"Yu'er, eat less sweets at night." Xie Yu walked closer, with his hands attached to the sheets, he wrapped his arms around Tang Yushui who was just about to jump into bed, and gently placed it on the edge of the bed: "Be careful, fish, don't let the The master's wound is touched."

"Oh~~~" Tang Yushui quickly retracted his two calves beside the bed, and moved towards the outside, so as to stay away from Fu Qingluan.

"Yu'er, how can you be so exaggerated." Fu Qingluan glanced at Xie Yu, then turned to wave to Tang Yushui: "Xiao Yuer, come over to Master."

Tang Yushui looked up at Xie Yu, then at Fu Qingluan, after thinking for a while, then slowly moved his little butt towards Fu Qingluan.

Fu Qingluan slowly stretched out his hand a little further, as if he wanted to touch Tang Yushui's head, but he lifted it halfway, as if it touched his back, his face stiffened, Xie Yu saw this, so he had to step forward to help him With a help, he slowly put it back to its original position, then turned his head, took off the small shoes on the concerned Tang Yushui's feet, and slowly placed them within Fu Qingluan's reach.

"Yu'er, do you want to hear the master tell you stories again?" Fu Qingluan looked down at Tang Yushui wrapped in the quilt.

Tang Yushui didn't dare to lean against Fu Qingluan as usual, but nodded slightly by his side.

Xie Yu rushed ahead of Fu Qingluan, looked at Tang Yushui and asked, "Yu'er, let the master practice medicine hard, and let me tell you a story, okay?"

"...Mmm." Tang Yushui glanced at Fu Qingluan, and nodded obediently at Xie Yu.

Fu Qingluan saw Tang Yushui nodded, in order not to go against Xie Yu's kindness, he had to let the two of them go.

While Fu Qingluan was practicing medicine, Xie Yu had already carried Tang Yushui to the low couch on one side, and then sat down beside him.

Tang Yushui reminded Xie Yudao: "Da Yu, the master told me all while lying down."

After Xie Yu glanced at Fu Qingluan, he had to half lie down beside Tang Yushui.

Tang Yushui, who was lying on the couch, looked at Xie Yu who was close at hand, his eyes were full of anticipation.

Stared at by Tang Yushui's eyes, Xie Yu suddenly felt a slight sense of pressure in his heart.

Xie Yu read a lot, recalling the scene of Fu Qingluan telling Tang Yushui a bedtime story, he deliberately picked a few stories that he was sure of, and slowly started telling them.

Who knew that after several stories were told, not only did Tang Yushui's face not feel sleepy, but he became more and more energetic. He followed Xie Yu from a strange angle and asked about the follow-up of the story.

"Haha, Yu'er, you'd better give Xiaoyu back to me, except for my story, no one can make him fall asleep easily." Fu Qingluan's laughter suddenly came, interrupting Xie Yu's efforts .

Xie Yu turned around and found that Fu Qingluan had finished administering the medicine, and seemed to have been watching the two of them for a long time.

Facts have proved that what Fu Qingluan said is correct, he had no choice but to get up and send Tang Yushui back to Fu Qingluan's side again.

Xie Yu was sitting on the low couch, looking quietly at the opposite bed: Fu Qingluan was telling stories to Tang Yushui vividly. Tang Yushui was wrapped in the quilt, leaning lightly beside Fu Qingluan, looking up Fu Qingluan's eyes were full of longing, and the picture formed by the two of them was so natural and harmonious.

The distance between the two sides is obviously only a few steps, but in Xie Yu's eyes, the distance seems to be getting farther and farther away.

Finally, Tang Yushui showed a tired face, and slowly fell asleep beside Fu Qingluan.

"Master, you..." Xie Yu was in a trance before realizing the end. Just as he was about to speak softly to Fu Qingluan, before he could sit up completely, he realized that Fu Qingluan had already leaned against the person behind him. Sitting on the back, half leaning and half sitting, I fell asleep.

Xie Yu stood up slowly, came to the bed gently, took a thin quilt from the side, first covered Fu Qingluan carefully, and after double confirmation, took another quilt, and came to Tang Yushui beside.

Tang Yushui's small body was wrapped in the quilt, and his hands and feet were entangled with the quilt. Xie Yu tried several times, but couldn't get the quilt off, so he had to give up.

Unexpectedly, just as he was about to cover Tang Yushui with a quilt, the drowsy Tang Yushui turned over on the spot, and the kick he brought up was about to kick Fu Qingluan who was close at hand.

Xie Yu's heart tightened, and he quickly reached out to stop the kick.

"Monster, let me show you Yu Xiaoxia's flying feet..." Amidst Tang Yushui's dreamy voice, Xie Yu let out a breath, and gently put his feet on the bed. After his heart fell, Xie Yu Only then did I realize that there was a faint coolness on my back.

After pondering for a while, Xie Yu still made up his mind, hugged Tang Yushui again, and walked towards the low couch.

Just as Xie Yu was about to put down Tang Yushui, Tang Yushui in his arms suddenly murmured softly, "Master, you must get better soon, and then let's go out for a walk with Dayu Fufu..."

Xie Yu heard this, his pupils shrank slightly for an instant, and then a warm feeling surged in his heart.

Covering Tang Yushui with a quilt, Xie Yu heard a slight groan behind him, and when he turned around, he found that it was actually from Fu Qingluan.

Fu Qingluan closed her eyes, frowned slightly, and made a slight uncomfortable sound from time to time in her throat. Seeing this, Xie Yu couldn't help frowning.

Fu Qingluan's sleeping position at the moment doesn't look very comfortable, but due to the position of his injury, he was afraid that he would affect the wound when he lay down. Xie Yu thought for a while by the bed, and then folded the quilt. She bent down and climbed onto the bed lightly, planning to tuck the folded quilt between Fu Qingluan and the backrest, so that he could sleep more comfortably.

Xie Yu walked on the bed step by step, looking at Fu Qingluan's reaction from time to time, and being cautious in every move.

Finally, Xie Yu came to the back of the back. He lowered his upper body, and just raised his hand to stuff the quilt into the back of the back. Fu Qingluan's slightly crooked head suddenly slipped, and he leaned against Xie Yu's shoulder like this.

The sudden sense of reality on his shoulders made Xie Yu's whole body suddenly stiff, and something in his chest suddenly swelled up, violently agitating in his ears, and his mind went blank for an instant, he couldn't feel anything, and couldn't think about it. Woke up.

Xie Yu didn't know how long it took before he came back to his senses. He quickly tightened his shoulders that were about to tremble, and moved slightly to ease his numb knees, but he didn't want the slight change in his center of gravity. Qingluan's face, which was originally leaning on his shoulder, continued to slide down like this, until it touched Xie Yu's shoulder and neck, and then stopped.

The sound of breathing and heat coming from a distance from a piece of paper fluttered lightly on his neck so realistically that Xie Yu felt a sudden explosion in his heart, and his whole body was about to tremble. So fell on the bed.

Xie Yu has already forgotten how he survived that moment. He just instinctively wanted to turn his stiff neck, but he didn't want to be greeted by a vague slight pain on his face as soon as he turned a little. rub touch.

The feeling was like butter, warm as jade, and fresh as the wind. It was obviously just a momentary touch, but it penetrated the skin and blood in an instant, and burned Xie Yu's heart deeply.

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