The lady is stunning, she hides her secrets

A small wind blew by, and nothing happened.

There was a drop of cold sweat on the fat girl's forehead.

Immediately afterwards, she took out a stack of charms from her bosom with lightning speed!

The pile of talismans were all made of cinnabar, and the handwriting on the yellow talisman paper was bright red, which was pulled out by the fat girl and spread out into a fan, very imposing!

Then, Fat Ya started an exciting choice.

"What is this for? The Daoist said, this is for dealing with fox spirits!"

Fat Ya took out a note, and after confirming it, took a picture on Zhong Ling's chest.

"...Is it useless? Then try this!"

With a snap, another talisman was pasted on Zhong Ling's body.

Zhong Ling just stood still and gave her time to choose and let her post whatever she wanted.

The fat girl's face was buried in the spell: "Does this work?"

Zhong Ling: "I don't know, why don't you try?"

Fat Ya said loudly: "Okay!"

She took out this talisman paper, and stuck it on Zhong Ling's body with a chirp.

Zhong Ling stood beside her and took a look, then took out a pattern she liked more from the charm in Fat Ya's hand, and stuck it on her body.

After waiting for a while, he said, "It's still useless."

Fat girl: "..."

Daoist Li from the next door village can't do it, this monster's skills are too high!

Yes, the witty fat girl has realized that the one in front of her is not a ghost anymore!Because her hand touched Zhong Ling's body and found it was warm.

So what to do now?

Fatty fell into deep thought.

Zhong Ling patted the charms on his body, and stuck them tightly to ensure that they would not be blown off by the wind, before asking: "Fatty, where can I get some firewood?"

"What do you want firewood for?"

Zhong Ling pointed to the stove: "Light the fire, I'm hungry and want to order something."

As the chief cook of the whole village, Fat Ya feels that she has a great say on this issue.When asked by Zhong Ling, he immediately entered his own identity, and seriously commented: "This stove is not good, it hasn't been overheated for a long time, and it needs to be cleaned with some water first."

Fatty walked around the kitchen: "Even if you have firewood for you, you don't have any oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar here, so what can you eat?"

Zhong Ling's tone was modest: "The girl is right, but I'm really hungry, and I want to eat meat at noon today."

The fat girl subconsciously said: "Are you hungry? I'm going to stew ribs at noon, come with me."

So Zhong Ling followed Fat Ya.

When she got to the door of her house, Fatty suddenly came to her senses - how did she bring her love rival here?

As soon as her rival in love came in, she praised: "How did you marinate your ribs? You can already smell a different fragrance before you cook them."

Zhong Ling went to look at her pelvis, picked out a leaf, sniffed it under her nose, and asked curiously: "What kind of leaf is this? It smells so special. I have never seen it on the other side of the river. It smells. It's a bit bitter, but it's also a bit sweet, is it used to remove the fishy smell of pork ribs?"

"You really know the goods. This is picked in our mountain."

"Is it okay to just throw it into the pot and stew it?"

The fat girl suddenly felt a confidant, it was rare for someone to understand her so well, and immediately introduced to him the beauty of the leaves in vegetables: "Yes, the method is very simple, I will teach you..."

By the time Fatty came back to her senses, she had already chatted with her rival about all kinds of cooking tricks in full swing.

Although... Although this is a vixen, he is probably a vixen with taste!

What's more, he looks so good-looking...

Before he knew it, Fat Ya was already reluctant to hit him with a spell.

She looked at the spell stuck on Zhong Ling's chest, and said with some embarrassment: "Let me help you take it off."

As soon as Zhong Ling lowered his head, he tore the spell off with his own hands.

At this time, Fat Ya suddenly realized that Zhong Ling's chest... seemed a little flat.

She recalled the touch of Zhong Ling's chest when she just pasted the talisman, and suddenly found a little confidence!

She puffed out her chest proudly.

But the next moment, when she saw Zhong Ling's eyebrows that could be painted, and his extraordinary demeanor, she froze again in an instant.

There is a saying called three-point love when meeting, let alone someone like Zhong Ling with such an outstanding appearance.

After the two had an in-depth culinary exchange, facing such a friendly face, Fat Ya's mood was very complicated.

She glanced at Zhong Ling's chest again, and felt a bit of pity and sympathy: "In two days, I will make some pork trotter, peanut and red date soup for you to drink."

Zhong Ling only thought it was a delicious soup, but it was rare to think so much, and said happily: "Okay, thank you."

He saw the cabbage that Fat Ya put on the cutting board, and asked again: "What are you going to do with this? I saw you washed the mushrooms."

Fat girl: "Oh, you really have a vision, this dish will taste very fresh when you stir-fry some mushrooms from the mountains..."

When Fatty came back to her senses, her rival in love had already walked back slowly with a box of ribs that she had just stewed, a bowl of fried cabbage, and a big steamed bun.

Fat girl: "...what happened just now?"

She would never admit that the reason for her temporary loss of memory was because her love rival was so good-looking.

It must not be because his voice when speaking to her is so nice!

But having said that... His voice is really better than Brother Qing's.

Huh... wait?Why did she compare Zhong Ling and Ban Qing together?

When Ban Qing left, he said it was evening, but when he came back, it was actually already evening.

When he came home, he really didn't expect that Zhong Ling would be waiting for him in his hut.

In the past, when he came home, if the spicy chicken was at home, only the spicy chicken would welcome him.If the spicy chicken is not there, it will be empty and there will be no one.

But today, I don't know whose house the spicy chicken has gone to.

The only one waiting for him at home is Zhong Ling.

The moment Ban Qing saw Zhong Ling, he was obviously both surprised and happy.

Zhong Ling was reading a book, and when he saw Ban Qing coming back, he put the book down: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, have you eaten tonight?"

"Huh? Not yet."

Zhong Ling walked past Ban Qing, feeling the coolness on his clothes and traces of melting snow.

Zhong Ling didn't ask him what he was doing.

It was Ban Qing who asked him cautiously: "I left in a hurry during the day and forgot to tell you about it. Are you hungry?"

Zhong Ling: "Don't worry, I won't starve myself. Now that you're back, I'll make two random dishes."

Ban Qing: "Okay... Hey Hey Hey Hey!? What did you just say?

He followed Zhong Ling into the kitchen, and almost didn't recognize that it was his own home.

Ban Qing murmured: "Why are there so many things?"

Zhong Ling replied: "I bought them in Yuangang City, and some were sent by your Aunt Wang in the afternoon. I bought these spices from Fat Ya.

Fatty has never allowed others to enter her kitchen, when did she become so friendly?

Ban Qing was a little confused, he only went out for a long time, what happened here?

And Zhong Ling was already asking him: "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Ban Qing subconsciously said: "Everything is fine."

Zhong Ling put on the apron, nodded and said: "Then I will do it."

Ban Qing was stunned for a while before following him into the kitchen.

Zhong Ling set out the knife and cutting board, and Ban Qing felt a little unreal when he saw such a beautiful woman doing such a job.

He quickly stopped him: "I'll be fine."

Zhong Ling smiled: "Let me come and let you taste my craft."

It was only when Ban Qing really got involved that he discovered that his wife was actually a professional.

This posture is not lost to the fat girl who specializes in cooking.

There was a freshly slaughtered chicken on the cutting board, and Zhong Ling, the Lianjiazi, cut it into small pieces with ease and joy after a few knives.

Put a handful of peppers into the pot and make a spicy chicken for Banqing.

Ban Qing helped Zhong Ling wash a cabbage, and watched Zhong Ling move the knife a few times, the whole cabbage became pieces, he threw it into the pot and fried it into vinegared cabbage.

In another steamer on the stove, a pot of eight-treasure rice was steamed, and the aroma was already wafting from the pot.

Ban Qing helped Zhong Ling serve the prepared dishes to the table.

The two sat opposite each other.

Ban Qing still had a feeling of unreality—the person in front of him who was once out of reach, now covered in the smell of fireworks, was taking off his apron and sitting opposite him.

Ban Qing took a bite of Zhong Ling's cooking before he reacted.

Zhong Ling kept watching his expression, and seeing Ban Qing's eyes wide open, he asked, "Does it suit your taste?"

"It's delicious! It's so delicious! It's even better than Fatty's!"

Ban Qing proved with practical actions how much he likes Zhong Ling's cooking.

Ban Qing buried his face in the rice bowl, he was already hungry, and there was food cooked for him by his loved ones at home, so he was so happy to eat it.

Zhong Ling also smiled when he saw that he was eating well.

It was dark outside, but the candles in the room were bright and warm.

There is only one more person in the family, but there is an indescribable warmth and happiness.

Zhong Ling's food was much more elegant than Ban Qing's. After eating half of the bowl like a starving ghost, Ban Qing glanced at Zhong Ling belatedly, and suddenly imitated his elegant eating style.

Zhong Ling was taken aback, and asked him: "What's wrong?"

Ban Qing didn't have the nerve to say that he was suddenly ashamed, and only said: "It's nothing."

For some reason, Ban Qing seemed to be in a low mood just now.

Zhong Ling looked at him a few more times, thinking in her heart, but didn't speak.

Ban Qing said: "Zhong Ling, you are amazing, how can you cook so deliciously?"

Zhong Ling was looking at Ban Qing under the candlelight: "What's so great about this? It's just that I was greedy. For a while, I was thinking about how to make the food delicious."

Looking at Ban Qing's admiring eyes, Zhong Ling didn't know that he laughed again.

He was too relaxed in his heart, and accidentally slipped his mouth: "It turns out that I'm not very good. It's because my brother's cooking is so terrible that I was forced to practice."

Ban Qing was surprised: "You still have a brother?"

As soon as the words came out, Zhong Ling was also taken aback.

After General Fang Tu was punished by the Nine Clans, Fang Wu is the only Fang family member who is still alive in this world besides him.The people who have tried to kill him for more than ten years have never stopped.

It is about the safety of his brother and himself, Zhong Ling has always been vigilant.

He blamed himself in his heart, how could he be so careless today?

But the expression on Zhong Ling's face didn't seem to have changed: "Yes, I've been traveling around for so many years, and I have made many brothers, and there are always a few good brothers."

After listening to Zhong Ling's explanation, Ban Qing acquiesced that this must not be her own brother, and felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.

Which man is so lucky that Zhong Ling can cook for him himself?

Ban Qing's focus is obviously off the mark, he is a little envious, and there is still a lot of jealousy.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Ling said: "Since I'm staying with you, I'll be in charge of cooking from now on. The cook doesn't wash the dishes, so we divide the work, one and half."

Ban Qing was caught off guard by being stuffed with a candy, and immediately responded happily: "Okay!"

Ban Qing cared about sweetness in his heart, so he didn't bother to ask.

Zhong Ling watched Ban Qing eat all the dishes he cooked, and there was nothing left. For some reason, he also felt happy.

Zhong Ling waited until he had almost eaten, and asked, "Have you collected all the food from your fields?"

"Received. When the first snow fell, the whole village dispatched emergency rescue, and all of them had been collected by then."

Zhong Ling: "Well, then wait until next spring to plant. You said before that there is not enough food. In winter, you will go hunting in the mountains. Then I will go with you."

Ban Qing thought for a while before he understood what Zhong Ling meant.

He straightened his chest in an instant, and said proudly: "Where do you need to work? You are my wife, just stay at home. Of course, I will go out to make money and come back to support you."

As soon as these words came out, both of them fell silent.

Ban Qing turned pale with shock—how did he tell the truth in his heart?

Zhong Ling looked at him quietly.

It's been so long, this guy actually thought... Is he a woman?

The author has something to say: friendly and in-depth culinary exchange

Zhong Ling is expressionless: I go out and throw away those women's clothes now, is there still time?

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