The lady is stunning, she hides her secrets

Zhong Ling has never felt so heavy when walking.

Ban Qing put half of his body on him, and put his own weight on him.

But real men have nothing to fear.

Apart from being staggered a few times by Ban Qing at the beginning, Zhong Ling had already grasped the essentials of his experience, and walked smoothly with a person hanging on his body.

Ban Qing carefully opened up a topic: "How is it? Has the deal been concluded?"

Zhong Ling said concisely: "It's done."

"Then from now on, don't you need to visit other brothels?"

Zhong Ling's eyes drifted past him: "It should not be necessary."

It was late at night in Yuangang City. They walked through the bustling brothel street and entered the ordinary street. What they felt was the quietness of the cold winter night.

With a small padded jacket like Ban Qing hanging on his body, Zhong Ling not only didn't feel cold, but also felt a little hot.

He wanted Ban Qing to let him go, but he couldn't bear it.

Now, he doesn't know how to treat Ban Qing.

That kind of place is not clear, he is not even as good as a bandit, his identity is clear.

Ban Qing didn't speak rashly either.

He hugged Zhong Ling tightly, not wanting him to push him away again.

But the road has an end, and they returned to Zhong Ling's inn.

When he arrived at the inn, Ban Qing no longer had any reason to hold on to Zhong Ling.

Zhong Ling gently lifted Ban Qing off her body: "It's very late, go to sleep."

Ban Qing is reluctant to leave Zhong Ling.

But even those intimate actions in the past, he can't do today.

Intimacy is not frivolous, things are too sensitive today.

After the two went back to their rooms, Zhong Ling tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

What he didn't want Ban Qing to know the most, Ban Qing knew.

In fact, he didn't want anyone to know about these things.

Do you think that things that can be hidden for a lifetime will one day be exposed to the sun in an unexpected way?

Zhong Ling suppressed all emotions just now, discussed his plan rationally with Boss Han, and persuaded Boss Han to join his camp without reservation.

But when he left Caifei Building, in the dead of night, when he was alone with Ban Qing on the street, all the uneasiness in his heart really came out.

What would Ban Qing think of him?

He still remembered what Fangwu looked like when he first found him.

Fang Wu forbade him to have any feminine attire, even his tone of voice, his mannerisms, these traces of his growing up in the wind and dust, had been strictly disciplined by Fang Wu.

Fangwu really disliked him mentioning his experience in the brothel, because it was shameful, and it was an experience that their brothers wanted to obliterate.

His father is a great general, and his mother is a serious princess. He is the second son of a very prominent family, but he has been reduced to prostitution.

If the Fang family is still there, it can be said to be a disgrace to the family.

What's more, with Zhong Ling's appearance, people's hearts can be punished, and he might say something ugly behind his back.

But the past can't be changed, that's how he grew up.

Zhong Ling sighed.

He should find a chance to chat with Ban Qing.

But how to say it, he didn't know.

Zhong Ling is not the only one suffering from insomnia tonight.

Ban Qing couldn't fall asleep no matter what, he rolled around non-stop, and finally, after an hour, he jumped up like a carp rolling from the bed.

He communicated with the little beauty in the brothel for a long time today, but he learned a few tricks.

The little beauty told him that a girl in their building could cook, and she had two specialty dishes, and she could make the distinguished guests very happy when she cooks once in a while.

Ban Qing felt that this should be a good way!

So he rushed into the kitchen.

Since the wife started living with him, every morning when she opened her eyes, there was a delicious meal waiting for him.

Zhong Ling takes care of his daily necessities, and has always been meticulous and considerate.

Today, Ban Qing also wanted to make breakfast for him before his wife got up.

It was still dark outside, and there was a faint light on the horizon.

Ban Qing has already started to cook with high spirits.

When the sky was brighter, Zhong Ling also got up.

Usually at this time, he is ready to make breakfast for Ban Qing.Although the two came back very late last night, Ban Qing might not be able to get up now, but he couldn't sleep on either side, so Zhong Ling started to find something for himself to do.

But he didn't expect that when he stepped out of the door and went downstairs, Ban Qing would greet him.

How did he get up so early?

As soon as Zhong Ling thought about it, he saw the dark circles under his eyes, and it took only a moment to understand that he, like himself, probably didn't sleep at night.

Ban Qing hid his hands behind his back and said with a flushed face, "Are you hungry? I'm not tired this morning. I made something for you."

Zhong Ling's erratic eyes finally re-condensed on Ban Qing's face.

Seeing that the lady looked at him again, Ban Qing was delighted, and hurriedly took out the things behind him as if offering a treasure.

That's a steamer.

Ban Qing pulled Zhong Ling to sit at the table.

Looking at the steaming steamer, it was Zhong Ling's first time to see Ban Qing cooking, and he felt a bit of anticipation.

Opening the steaming lid, Zhong Ling fell silent.

Zhong Ling asked sincerely: "What is this?"

Ban Qing was full of confusion: "I just watched the small snacks you usually make, and imitated your way of making them, but why did the stuffing come out?"

Zhong Ling looked at the unrecognizable lump in front of him, and after a while, took a spoon to dig a piece and put it into his mouth.

Then he didn't speak for a long time.

Ban Qing asked anxiously: "How is it?"

Zhong Ling dug a piece with a spoon and fed it to Ban Qing.

After taking a bite, Ban Qing jumped up like a monkey in the lobby: "What is this? How can it be so bitter and salty?"

Zhong Ling couldn't help laughing.

He dug another piece and ate it himself.

Seeing this, Ban Qing hurried over, grabbed the spoon and put several mouthfuls into his mouth: "You don't want to eat this, I'll take this."

Seeing that Ban Qing's face was wrinkled, Zhong Ling took the spoon in his hand: "I think it's okay."

Ban Qing had a bitter face: "It's so unpalatable, so don't coax me."

Zhong Ling took another bite.

"It's actually not bad." Zhong Ling smiled: "Although your method needs to be improved, the ingredients are all good, and there will be no problem eating them. When I was in the building when I was a child, I couldn't even eat such things. "

As soon as these words came out, they both froze together.

Zhong Ling couldn't believe it, she blurted it out like this.

He was a little restless: "...you are not full, did you do anything else?"

Ban Qing replied subconsciously: "There is also porridge stewed in the pot."

"Come on, let's go to the kitchen."

In the kitchen stove early in the morning, there was a curl of white gas.

Zhong Ling lifted the lid of the pot and smelled it: "Well, this one is good."

Ban Qing felt very sorry for him: "It's just white porridge, which has no taste, and the taste is far worse than the one you usually make."

Zhong Ling went out and talked to the guys, and brought back a fish from them. It is said that it was newly fished out this morning from an ice hole in the river.

He was just the two of them in the kitchen.

The fish was put on the chopping board, and Zhong Ling picked up a fish with great knife skills that even the masters could not match, and cut the fish meat into extremely thin slices.

Zhong Ling looked at Ban Qing, and suddenly said: "I was born in a lowly family. When I was young, I really thought that I would stay in that kind of place for the rest of my life."

"When I was in the building, the old bust forced me to learn arts. Poetry, singing and dancing, musical instruments, dressing up, if I can't do one thing well, I will be beaten severely and I will not be given food."

Ban Qing heard that his heart was about to break.

Zhong Ling looked calm, and as he spoke, he mixed the fish fillets with rice wine, pepper and cornstarch, as if the fish fillets in front of him were all he was concentrating on.

"What I have known since I was a child is that if I can't make money for the building, I can't have enough food. After Aunt Mei is gone, no one will protect me. If I want to eat enough to survive, I have to rely on myself."

Zhong Ling didn't expect these past events, he said it naturally in the warm mist of the kitchen.

"When I was a child, my appearance didn't change much from now, and I grew taller, so the madam decided to let me pick up the guests earlier."

Ban Qing was so nervous that he almost suffocated.

Zhong Ling's expression was calm: "I don't want to. I accidentally killed that guest, that is, that time, my elder brother recognized me, and then in the middle of the night, he stole me out of the building."

He shredded the onion and ginger, added firewood, and rolled the porridge again.

The aroma of rice porridge filled the kitchen.

Ban Qing remembered that Zhong Ling once said that he had an older brother whom he recognized when he was wandering outside.

There was a smile on Zhong Ling's face: "If he hadn't come here, I can't imagine what my life would be like in the future... He taught me my kung fu, he taught me the books, and I was conspiring outside. The ability to survive was taught by him."

"If it weren't for him, I probably wouldn't be sitting here and talking to you now."

Zhong Ling restrained her smile: "My background is not very glorious, but I can't change it. I don't want to hide it from you."

He stood by the pot with white smoke, poured the fish fillets into the porridge, and slowly broke them up with a large spoon.

Zhong Ling didn't dare to look directly into Ban Qing's eyes. He stared at the porridge pot and asked softly, "Will you look down on me?"

Ban Qing was silent for a moment, then plunged into Zhong Ling's arms.

Ban Qing was so sad that she was about to cry: "How could they do this? You are so nice, how could they be willing to treat you like this?"

Zhong Ling didn't expect that he was holding a large spoon in one hand and lifting the lid of the pot with the other, with both hands stretched out, there was nowhere to put them.

The little bandit hugged him too tightly.

Ban Qing was already strong, but at this moment, Zhong Ling was so strangled that he couldn't breathe.

Zhong Ling didn't complain at all.

It is said that people's hearts are separated from their belly.

But now, Zhong Ling feels Ban Qing's boiling and fiery heart through this layer of close skin...

so warm.

The author has something to say:

Author: Hurry up! ! !The fish fillet in the porridge is getting old! ! !Go back and hug! ! !

Ban Qing: No! !At this moment, Zhong Ling is more important than sashimi porridge!

Ban Qing: If you lose a bowl of sashimi porridge, you can exchange for all kinds of delicacies that you can't finish in the future. It's definitely worth your money!

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