Master is respected

Xie Junzhuo took the initiative to suggest that He Piao stay in the Chaosheng Pavilion, which was somewhat beyond Jiang Yuehan's expectations. She was not in the Chaosheng Pavilion for only one morning, and the two had a great time when they came back. Xie Junzhuo also guided He Piao to practice.Jiang Yuehan was a little relieved to see the two little girls who were about the same height talking happily in the yard.

In his previous life, Xie Junzhuo was withdrawn and extremely stubborn. He had no relatives, friends or confidants to talk to.Although she is at the pinnacle, she is sitting on boundless loneliness.Everything in this life has never happened, Jiang Yuehan naturally hopes that she can have a happy youth, and at some point in the future, when she wants to call for friends, someone will respond.

Jiang Yuehan went up to the attic alone without disturbing the two little girls who were practicing.

He Piao, who was sitting cross-legged in the yard, saw Jiang Yuehan going away, looked at Xie Junzhuo in puzzlement, and asked in a low voice, "Why didn't you let me tell about Master Jiang's uncle Wei Yu?"

Xie Junzhuo knocked her on the head, showing the expression of a child who can't be taught, and she analyzed kindly: "With my master's temper, if she knows that Wei Yu has done something to you, she will definitely go to Wei Yu immediately to settle the score." But you have no evidence, how can Wei Yu admit it easily? When the time comes, he will bite you back, saying that you were at fault first, and he just punished you a little bit, so you have taken the blame for nothing. "

A villain like Wei Yu must have something to rely on for daring to attack his disciples unscrupulously.After all, He Piao is still a child, and sometimes he can't think of more profound things, just thinking about how to return the grievances he has suffered.

Wei Yushi's lineage has some status in the Sanqing sect, and the relationship among them is intricate.Even if Jiang Yuehan came forward to make a fuss, in the end he picked it up high and put it down gently.He Piao is just a new disciple with no background. Compared with Wei Yu, the Sanqingzong will not take her seriously.Maybe in the end, He Piao's end will be worse than Wei Yu's.

"Small intolerance can lead to big plans. If you want revenge, you must first learn to hide your hatred, especially when your enemy is stronger than you and you can't shake it. Premature publicity will only make your enemy Kill you in the cradle, so that you don't even have a chance to speak."

Xie Junzhuo had a smile on his face, but what he said made He Piao shudder.Both are thirteen or fourteen years old, but Xie Junzhuo looks like someone who has experienced it.It was as if she had encountered the same thing before, walking over step by step.

He Piao looked up at her, only to see her looking at the distant sky, there was no smile in her eyes, only a cold light.He Piao followed her line of sight and looked over there was the Qiankun Hall of the Sanqing Sect.

He Piao's heart skipped a beat, she looked away, and grabbed the edge of the futon she was sitting on, feeling a little hesitant.

In fact, she discovered that Xie Junzhuo was different from them a long time ago. Xie Junzhuo was mature and calm different from their age, and had his own opinions on many things.That feeling is actually very subtle, as if there is a soul in her body that does not belong to this age.

Just out of jealousy towards her, He Piao has been unwilling to admit the gap between them.Today Xie Junzhuo lets her stay and is willing to help her avenge, the little jealousy in He Piao's heart has long since disappeared.Putting aside his prejudices and approaching Xie Junzhuo, He Piao discovered that Xie Junzhuo had many things hidden in his heart.

Occasionally, she would be distracted, her eyes revealing the color of reminiscence.It's just that that kind of behavior is fleeting, and Xie Junzhuo may not have noticed it himself.He Piao is the best at observing words and expressions, so he doesn't miss these small details.

He Piao wanted to ask if Xie Junzhuo and San Qingzong had any grievances, but she held back when the words came to her lips.She and Xie Junzhuo haven't talked to each other yet, so if she asked Xie Junzhuo like this, she wouldn't tell her the truth, but would draw Xie Junzhuo's guard.

Xie Junzhuo agreed with He Piao to stay in Chaosheng Pavilion and arranged a small room for her so that she would not have to go back to where Wei Yu lived.As for whether Wei Yu would ask, it was not within the scope of Xie Junzhuo's consideration. The surname of Chaosheng Pavilion was Jiang, so Wei Yu dared not come here if he had the guts.

If there are more people in Chaosheng Pavilion, there will be an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks. When Xie Junzhuo was cooking dinner, He Piao volunteered to help, but the more he helped, the more busy he became.She saw that Xie Junzhuo was easy to cook, but when it was her turn, she couldn't even use a kitchen knife.A potato the size of a fist was peeled by her hands, and it was only the size of an apricot.

Xie Junzhuo picked up the thick potato skin on the cutting board with two fingers and put it in front of his eyes, he clicked his tongue twice and looked disgusted.

"I said Miss He, are you planning to peel the potato skin again?" Xie Junzhuo rolled the potato skin on the blade and peeled off a clean potato slice.

He Piaoqiao blushed, put down the ravaged potatoes, and said in frustration, "I've never done this kind of work before, and the cook will help with the housework."

He Piao's ten fingers are slender, and at first glance, he looks like a young lady who doesn't touch the spring water.She used to think that cooking was just chopping the ingredients and adding seasonings, which was simple and easy.

Xie Junzhuo sighed, rescued the potatoes from He Piao's hands, pointed to the flour in the basin and said: "Then you knead the noodles, pour in half a bowl of water, first stir them into lumps with chopsticks, and then knead them with your hands."

What Xie Junzhuo said was simple, and it didn't sound too troublesome. He Piao looked back, washed the dirt off his hands, and started kneading the dough.Xie Junzhuo stared at the side for a while, and saw that she was still cooking, so he went to deal with other ingredients with confidence.

The spirit fish that was caught yesterday was still running around in the tub, Xie Junzhuo grabbed it out of the water, slapped it unconscious with two knives and started laparotomy.Fish blood flowed down Xie Junzhuo's fingers, He Piao saw that she was skillful in her movements without frowning, she didn't look like a lady who had never worked, so she couldn't help being curious about her identity.

"Uncle Xie, who did you learn your cooking skills from?" He Piao considered his tone and asked more tactfully.She still remembered how embarrassed Xie Junzhuo was when she entered the sect, and she was afraid that asking her family members directly would make her sad.

Xie Junzhuo paused as he washed the fish, and said, "It's nothing compared to you, a young lady who doesn't touch the spring water. When I was very young, my mother taught me how to cook. After she died, I ate my own food. Do it."

Xie Junzhuo spoke easily, with a hint of a smile in his words.It seems to be a rare and common thing to mention her mother's death without seeing her.

When He Piao saw that she mentioned Xie Junzhuo's sadness, she felt a little annoyed. She wanted to say condolences but felt that it was inappropriate. After holding back for a while, she suddenly thought of Xie Junzhuo's father, and asked subconsciously: "Then what about your father? Does he not care about you?" ?”

Xie Junzhuo looked back at He Piao expressionlessly, put the cleaned fish on the cutting board, took out the kitchen knife and cut flowers on the fish.Seeing that she didn't speak, He Piao knew that he had asked the wrong question again, and was immediately embarrassed.

Xie Junzhuo put the cut fish on a plate and marinated it with ginger and scallions.Then he took two steps forward with the knife to He Piao's side, leaning his back against the stove and said, "I don't have a father, my mother raised me up alone, in my heart the person who has never fulfilled his father's responsibility, It's a dead person. So, you can also pretend that I have no father, no mother, and no home."

He Piao looked at Xie Junzhuo who stood in front of him and was very close to him, her eyes were very calm, without any emotion.Whether it's talking about her deceased mother or her irresponsible father, she's extremely calm, as if she's recounting someone else's life.

The small kitchen in Chaosheng Pavilion is a side room made of bamboo. The window is leaning against the bamboo forest, and sparse bamboo shadows fall in.Xie Junzhuo stood with the backlight, the halo coated her body with a thin layer, her side face seemed to be shining, her eyes were as deep as a pool.

She stood with her back against the stove, with a kitchen knife in her hand, her head drooping slightly, revealing her white and slender neck.Like a lone pine standing on the top of a mountain, it is alienated and proud.

He Piao had an illusion that the person in front of him was actually far away from him.

In order to get rid of the shackles of her parents, she came to Sanqingzong and vowed to make a difference.Stumbling along the way, I felt that I had been greatly wronged.But at this moment, compared with Xie Junzhuo, these things became insignificant.No matter how bad she was, she would leave Sanqingzong and go home to give her parents a soft blow.

But Xie Junzhuo couldn't, she was calm and composed without losing her publicity, like a beast entrenched on a cliff, if she didn't move forward, she would lose even what she had now.

"Is your face reconciled?"

He Piao was still distracted, and Xie Junzhuo had already returned to the cutting board and started peeling potatoes.She asked a casual question, bringing back He Piao's thoughts, and turning over everything that had been talked just now.

He Piao let out a cry, looking at the formed dough in his hands, the strangeness caused by Xie Junzhuo faded away, a sense of pride gradually rose in his heart, and he happily replied: "It's reconciled."

"Leave it for now. I'll make dessert for Master later. Check to see if there are any mushrooms in the kitchen. I remember that there seemed to be a little left over from last time." Xie Junzhuo skillfully summoned He Piao, and was a bit considerate of others just now. Not in the mood to start cooking.

The pride in He Piao's heart hadn't dissipated yet, he was excited, and he didn't care about Xie Junzhuo ordering her, happily rummaging through the mushrooms in the kitchen.

Outside the small kitchen, Jiang Yuehan stood under the green bamboo at the door to catch her breath, she could hear the words in the kitchen clearly.This was the first time she heard Xie Junzhuo talk about her life experience, and it was somewhat different from her previous guess.She could tell that Xie Junzhuo was dependent on his mother, but hated his father deeply.

She lives on the street because her parents died and no one cares for her.As a girl, it is not easy for her to survive in such a troubled world, let alone without the care of her relatives.

Jiang Yuehan felt a little distressed, and she stood outside the small kitchen for a while.

In the kitchen, He Piao's voice came slowly.

"What is this? It looks delicious. You put so much sugar, don't you worry about it being too sweet?"

"This is the dessert I made for Master. If you don't have a share, I will generously allow you to have a look." Xie Junzhuo's angry voice floated out, with a bit of lazy carelessness.

"You do so much, why don't you just give me one? Cheapskate, hum." He Piao snorted unhappily.

Jiang Yuehan heard the movement inside, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and his eyes became warm.

Xie Junzhuo always looks towards her and understands her preferences.She is a qualified apprentice. In comparison, her master is not good enough.

Jiang Yuehan glanced at the small kitchen, thinking about what he could do for Xie Junzhuo.But she thought and thought, and found that she knew nothing but cultivation.Xie Junzhuo knows how to cook meals, Xie Junzhuo knows how to wash clothes, and Xie Junzhuo knows how to make beds. In a small town, Xie Junzhuo knows how to warm the bed.

Jiang Yuehan was startled, and quietly left without disturbing the two people in the kitchen.

She can't wash clothes, cook, or take care of others. What she can do for Xie Junzhuo is to protect her, so that no one in the world dares to touch her.

The author has something to say: I suddenly discovered that I used the surname Jiang in three consecutive books, and they were all important characters.

The last completed danmei girl's supporting role is called Jiang Shengxue, and the current danmeigong's family name is Jiang, and the uncle's name is Jiang Yuebai, and this book's master is called Jiang Yuehan.

If this is another world, maybe they can still be brothers and sisters.