Master never follows a routine

The old woman lived on the top of the hill.

The sky was getting dark, and Ying Lin heard the voice next door—he lived close to the master, and as a monster, he had an indescribable sense of superiority in hearing.

With a "creak", he heard Jiang Linmu's door being pushed open.

Ying Lin got up and opened the window, revealing a corner.

Jiang Linmu was walking out in the dark, his hair was not even combed, only a hair rope was loosely tied at the end.

When the morning breeze blows, the hair is raised, and the small hair knot at the tail is swaying, which looks a little cute.

Ying Lin turned out from the window, but Jiang Linmu didn't realize that he was following behind him, and he walked down the mountain happily.

What can be under the mountain?

fish.

The small fish raised in the mountain spring, less than the size of a palm, lay quietly under the rocks. Before that, Ying Lin hated the small fish and didn't catch it.

In the early morning, the leaves fell on the water surface, causing shallow ripples. The big fish jumped up and sank to the bottom of the water with the leaves in their mouths. The small fish below were startled and swam away.

"Whoa-"

Jiang Linmu lifted the net, and there were seven or eight small fish in the small net bag woven with vines, flapping and wagging their tails.

There are a few pagoda trees in the stream, and there is a certain aura here. At this time, there are still buds on the trees, and the snow-white and round flower buds look...delicious.

The unopened buds have a slight sweet floral fragrance, which is fragrant when they are not in bloom, and can only be smelled when they are close.

Ying Lin watched his movements from a distance, and a ridiculous idea suddenly popped up in his heart.

Master, he...does he want to cook?

This idea was immediately confirmed. He watched Jiang Linmu walk into the kitchen with a small fish and flowers. This man was very proud. He walked on tiptoe slightly, his hair was tied behind his waist, and the hem of his clothes was wet with dew. There are a few mud marks left on the clean ground.

Ying Lin couldn't help being a little worried, Master, he didn't have much cooking experience, and this was Lin Feng's place again.

He is now thinking about how he should explain to Lin Feng if the master blows up the kitchen.

Jiang Linmu's mentality is still very good. Flowers are not steamed, while fish and shrimp are made into soup.

Start a fire, put the pot on, pour water, throw a few fish into the pot, add oil, salt, sauce and vinegar...

"Master?" Ying Lin bit the bullet and walked out: "Master, what are you doing?"

"Make some fish soup, my mother is not in good health, so give her a boost," Jiang Linmu said.

"..."

Farewell, there are a lot of people who are old, and they can't stand your tossing like this.

"Then, how about I help Master?"

"Okay!" As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Linmu watched Ying Lin fish out the fish from the basin, put cold water on it, and wash off the sauce on him.

Then changed the pot.

The water in the pot has just started to boil, and the fish are scurrying about in the sauce, but they can still swim leisurely after being washed.

Ying Lin washed the pot, put it on the fire, took a thin blade, disemboweled the fish, marinated them with seasoning, put them in water, picked the Sophora japonica flowers, washed them, and boiled them together.

Jiang Linmu stood aside and watched silently. This profession is different. Ying Lin is really inferior to him. If he was in the mortal world, he would be a chef.

"You can eat it after an hour or so," Ying Lin said.

"Master got up early this morning just to do this?"

"Yeah!" Jiang Linmu lowered his head and smiled embarrassedly: "I haven't cooked for my teacher, so I'm making you laugh."

"how come."

Ying Lin felt a little sour, he knew best what his master was like, and he actually cooked for her - I've been with him for hundreds of years and I haven't seen him get up early that day just for me.

If it was made for himself, he would drink it even if it was poisonous.

"Master, is she really your mother?"

Jiang Linmu looked up at him: "What do you mean?"

"Master, it has been nearly a thousand years since he entered the immortal sect. You said that your mother is just a mortal, and Li Changfeng also said that she has gone long ago..."

"She is my mother. I have been with her for nearly ten years. I know better than anyone else if it is her."

"But……"

"I know what you're going to say." Jiang Linmu lowered his head: "But what does it matter to me? No matter what happened before, no matter what, she is standing in front of me completely now, and I am very satisfied."

"Master, how can you think like that? A dead person came back to life..."

"My mother is not dead, she is the one who gave me the grace to raise me, even you should give her an honorable title." Jiang Linmu said in a low voice: "I used to be arrogant, saying that I missed many things, and I also missed many things by doing. She is the one I am most sorry for in my life.”

"What about me? When Master looked at me, didn't he..."

Ying Lin suddenly closed her mouth, swallowed the rest of the words abruptly, and said through gritted teeth: "Master, I should have a mother and race! Now that you have found a mother, you are naturally happy! What about me? I It's the last dragon in the world! Without a mother, without a race, it's a life of desperation until death!"

There was a gust of wind hanging outside the house, and the branch made a "snap" sound when it was drawn to the window frame.

"Master, have you ever thought about being sorry for me?"

"咚咚-"

Lin Feng held the cat in his arms, and knocked on the door frame with two fingers: "Hey, what's the matter? Are you still arguing, master and apprentice?"

"It's all right, I'll let the uncle watch the joke." Ying Lin said, turned and walked out.

Lin Feng snorted lightly: "Why are you still fighting with a child?"

"I don't quite understand what's going on with the child you're talking about..." Jiang Linmu only felt a pain in his head: "As far as I know, he is hundreds of years old."

"That's the back, too. That kid has a good nature and is a good seedling. It must be your fault for the two of you to quarrel."

"Can you stop the double standard..." Jiang Linmu sighed: "I still have to watch the ignition, remember to coax him for me."

"If you coax him, you will be my disciple."

"You're thinking of peaches."

"..."

Now that he and Jiang Linmu were wanted outside, Ying Lin was so angry that he could only go back to his room to be wronged.

Lin Feng walked to the door of his room, paused, and walked to the first two doors, he pushed the door open a gap, the old woman was still lying on the bed and fell asleep, with one foot hanging out, and turned over again. Personally, it seems that he is about to wake up.

He closed the door, walked to Yinglin's door, pushed the door open and walked in: "Why are you so angry with your master, is there anything you can't talk about properly?"

Ying Lin poured him a cup of tea: "Master, did you ask Master Uncle to coax me?"

Lin Feng's hands that were about to pick up the tea paused, how did he know?Are the master and apprentice in collusion?

"Ah."

"It's okay, I'm not angry." Ying Lin said dejectedly.

"I feel that your master has really... changed today." Lin Feng scratched the cat's chin, narrowed his eyes and said, "By the way, that old woman is alive, with body temperature, heartbeat and pulse, everything you need, but according to me I understand, didn't she die a long time ago? Tsk, it's impossible, don't be someone with a heart looking for a counterfeit, right?"

Ying Lin frowned, if you talk about similar people, it is impossible to have memories.

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