Jalang

But Chonghua's attention was not on those two rosy white faces at all.

The girls didn't reach his shoulders, even though they had their hair in a bun, Chonghua's eyes could easily pass over them and stay on the still steaming steamer.

"Is it delicious?"

They have caused a catastrophe. There is only one rule in the Chongfu, and that is to obey the rules.

They went to the kitchen to steal food in broad daylight, and were even caught by their master...

Now that things have become impossible to hide, the two girls nodded with mournful faces, and one of them said as if struggling for death, "This was delivered by the vegetable vendor in the morning. We looked good, so we bought a few privately..."

Just like in Kuanyang, vegetable vendors will send fresh ingredients to the mansion every day, but this sweet potato is not a new thing, it can be said that it is not on the table, the common people use it as a snack, unless there is such a preference in the rich family, Otherwise, you will never see it at the dinner table.

They had stayed in Chongfu for so long, and they happened to pass by when the vegetables were delivered today, they were greedy when they saw the sweet potatoes on the cart, and while the steward was away, they quietly gave the vegetable vendor some copper coins, begging for money. A couple of sweet potatoes.

At this time, all the servants in the Chen Mansion are resting, and Chonghua never comes to the kitchen. The two plan to get familiar quickly, and then find a place to sell the stolen goods, but...

Chonghua didn't look at them, and didn't listen to their explanation. After getting the answer he wanted, amidst the trembling voices of the girls, he said to the steamer without squinting, "Give me two."

All noise disappears at the same time.

The two girls looked at each other in blank dismay, and after a while they woke up again, not to mention sweet potatoes, even if they were asked to twitch their mouths, they would not dare to resist.

One of the girls picked up one with a clip, and the other was just about to find something to put away, but Chonghua took it as soon as he reached out his hand.

Their original intention was to give Chonghua all the sweet potatoes in the steamer, but they said they would take two if they wanted two.

The third Chonghua didn't even look at it, and when it came out, he had already walked outside the kitchen.

Looking at the back of the man who hadn't disappeared, the two girls were completely dumbfounded. After a long time, they slowly looked at each other...

"The one just now, it shouldn't be an illusion, right?" She pinched her face, it hurt a little, it was true, but since it was true, she didn't understand, "Why did you come to the kitchen... "

I also asked them for two sweet potatoes.

The point of the other one is not here. She looked at her equally dazed partner and said, "Don't you feel hot?"

The sweet potatoes were clearly just ripe and hadn't been steamed yet.

As she said that, she subconsciously touched the other sweet potatoes, and the heat from her fingertips made her hiss. Looking at the pulp of her finger, it was already completely red.

But Chonghua just held it with one hand like this, and he held two fist-sized sweet potatoes firmly. What they were thinking at the moment was not how big a man's palm was, but, did he really not feel hot?

……

Recently, I ate well, slept well, and the evil energy in my body was guided by Chonghua very smoothly. Wei Gongqing's mental state is quite good, so he didn't feel sleepy in the afternoon. When Chonghua left, he was hesitating whether to take it or not. Writing and writing, I haven't held a smile for a long time, I feel a lot rusty.

But at such a critical moment, he felt that something was wrong with practicing calligraphy so leisurely.

The index finger tapped lightly on the laid white paper, and Chonghua saw him thinking as soon as he came in.

There were only two people who came to his room without knocking, and Shi Xiu had never come to Chonghua's mansion since he came to Chonghua's mansion, so Wei Gongqing was not surprised, he didn't even raise his head.

'How come this hour? Chonghua recently asked him to rest for a while in the afternoon. During this period, no one will disturb him, even guiding evil spirits is excluded, but why is the person who is setting the rules making an exception today.

"I know you haven't slept." He let him rest a while ago because Wei Gongqing's complexion was really bad, and now he has recovered.At his young age, it is impossible for him to lie on the couch every day. Once his body recovers, he will not be able to sleep even if he wants to sleep, because he is so clear that Chonghua came.

Wei Gongqing chuckled, Chonghua is like a certain detective, when he is not wrong.

The analysis is well-founded and logical.

Of course, this error rate is zero.

"Want to eat?"

When Chonghua came in, he smelled a sweet earthy smell. Chonghua would not enter the stove, the only possibility was that he was smoked, so he got the smell, but only after looking at it did he realize that , Chonghua had two sweet potatoes in his hand.

Wei Gongqing felt that these two things were incompatible with this man.

'Where did you get it? "He hasn't seen this thing for a long time. There is no such thing in the ingredients sent to the mansion. But Gongqing has no obsession with sweet potatoes. He subconsciously thinks that there is no such thing in this era, just like the 'Chi Yue' '.

So seeing this, he is more fresh.

And nostalgia.

A taste I haven't tried in a long time.In modern times, he occasionally buys roasted sweet potatoes. The machine-baked ones are evenly heated, soft and delicious, but Gongqing prefers to eat old-fashioned charcoal-fired ones. Although some sweet potatoes are hard in the middle, the burnt parts have a delicious taste. Mouthwatering.

Thinking of roasted sweet potatoes, he, who had no appetite at first, suddenly became very interested in the things in Chonghua's hands. The methods are different, but they are all sweet potatoes.

He didn't even think about it, he just reached out and took it.

He poked the soft skin of the sweet potato with his finger. Seeing the yellow flesh inside, he still thought, this sweet potato must be sweet, but not long after holding it in his hand, the hand finally sent the hot message to the brain. Throw that sweet potato on the table.

It's hot, no, to be precise, it's hot.

He looked at his red palm, especially the finger that just touched the flesh of the sweet potato, which was now red and white, and he was afraid that it was about to blister.

Although the young master's body is thin and tender, Wei Gongqing is a rough guy at heart. Although a blister is nothing, he can't just say that he will be scalded if he is scalded for no reason.

The sweet potato looked like it hadn't been out of the pot for a long time. Although it wasn't steaming anymore, it was really hot inside. If it was going to stick on the face, it would directly disfigure it.

'Is this a prank or revenge? '

"What's wrong?" Zhonghua was puzzled.

He glanced at the sweet potato that was cracked and started to steam.

Seeing his innocent and dazed look, Wei Gongqing suddenly remembered that this guy was not afraid of heat, and he was considered careless.

Carefully blowing on the hot red finger, complained, "I don't believe that nothing in this world can burn you..."

Whether it is cold or hot, Wei Gongqing really wants to know what it feels like to be immune to temperature.

"Have."

Wei Gongqing's self-talk got Chonghua's serious answer. He looked at the man and subconsciously asked, "What?"

"There is only one kind of thing that can burn me." Chonghua said, lowering his head and holding Wei Gongqing's finger that was still raised by his mouth, he raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

Chonghua's calm eyes and the feeling from his fingers made Wei Gongqing turn his head aside.

"I've only ever been burned by that thing."

Standing on the table with one hand, Wei Gongqing looked away as if nothing happened, but half of his face covered by his hand was already blushing.

He knew what Chonghua was referring to...

The person who has never been sensitive to temperature will say every time...

And the only thing in this world that can burn Chonghua is...

Thinking of Chonghua's words just now, Wei Gongqing wanted to bury his head in the table and never show it again.

……

But Gongqing's evil spirit was almost sorted out, and Chonghua began to teach him how to use it.

The sleeves are also rolled up, but unlike the previous simple input of power, Chonghua led him to release the evil energy and then retract it.

This is just a simple action, but Wei Gongqing has been repeating this thing today.

Chonghua's hands rubbed back and forth on his two arms, repeatedly doing the movement of releasing strength.

I don't know whether the skin on the arm was sun-dried or touched, but it was a little shiny.

He was not proficient in this movement at the beginning, but now he is gradually getting used to it, and he has been able to spontaneously release evil energy and control it freely.

For him, this is progress, but even bigger is a surprise.

But Gongqing has never been in contact with any spiritual power, so he doesn't know any formations. Although the evil spirit will be released, it is still of little use.

When he started teaching him, Chonghua had already planned.