The Yin-Yang Tunes of Transmigrating Books

"...Senior sister, why are you here?" It seemed that the person who appeared in the kitchen would be the heroine Chi Ling. Raising his hand and touching his nose, he walked into the kitchen.

"Do you want to eat?" Chi Ling didn't say much, but just pushed another prepared breakfast directly in front of Han Jing, and then lowered her head to drink the porridge in her own bowl.

So, mistress, are you showing your favor to me?Han Jing picked up the chopsticks and stared blankly at the porridge in the bowl, then secretly glanced at Chi Ling who was sitting opposite, and couldn't help but start the brainstorming mode.

As if aware that Han Jing was looking at her, Chi Ling just stopped the chopsticks in her hand, passed her eyes lightly, and added kindly by the way, "Be careful of burning", and didn't ask her to stare at herself non-stop reasons.

Peeping at others and being caught on the spot by the person concerned, Han Jing hurriedly lowered her head, pretending to be picking at the porridge in the bowl, until she heard Chi Ling's order, she belatedly abandoned her chopsticks and covered her burnt mouth with one hand He ran out of the house as if fleeing.

As for Chi Ling who was sitting in the room, when Han Jing hurried out of the room, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, but she disappeared quickly.

When Han Jing came back after recovering, Chi Ling had already finished her breakfast and went to the side to clean up the dishes. "Senior sister, where are my bowls and chopsticks?" She stared at the empty table in a daze, lasagna tears shed in her heart.

"It's cleaned up." Chi Ling answered Han Jing with no ups and downs.

Of course I know you cleaned it up, the problem is that I haven't had breakfast yet!Han Jing looked like she was about to cry, but her eyes followed Chi Ling's busy figure sadly.

"But...but I'm hungry." Han Jing rubbed her shriveled stomach pitifully, and it happened that her stomach made a cooing sound.

"Keep it on the window sill, wait for it to cool down before eating." Seeing Han Jing's appearance as a puppy begging for food, Chi Ling pointed to the bowl on the window sill.

Mistress, you are simply a little angel!Han Jing almost put a tail on the back of his ass, otherwise he would have been wagging his head and tail at Chi Ling by now.

This also strengthened Han Jing's idea of ​​protecting the heroine. How could a gentle girl like the heroine let the plot go and watch the heroine being destroyed by that scumbag of the master!

Han Jing waited until his tongue could adapt to the temperature of the porridge before finishing his breakfast with lingering fear, and then took the initiative to clean up his dishes without waiting for the hostess to order.

After the meal, Chi Ling practiced the exercises as usual, and Han Jing, as a waste of cultivation, could only sit on the threshold and bask in the sun alone, thinking about life by the way—what to eat at noon.

Han Jing wandered back to the kitchen again. She wanted to see what ingredients could be used for cooking, but what was waiting for her was a row of empty vegetable baskets.

It used to be said that a clever woman can't cook without rice, and she, Han Jing, has learned the lesson today.Thinking that he still had some money in his pocket, Han Jing gritted his teeth and decided to sacrifice his private money to satisfy his appetite.Because for foodies, food always comes first.

Han Jing thought that the heroine should be practicing in the house at the moment, if she rushed in so rashly and told her that there was no food in the kitchen, would it cause the other party to become distracted and go crazy?

It's a pity that before she could linger here for a long time, the door opened automatically, and Chi Ling had already paid off, and looked at Han Jing who was standing outside the door with half doubt and half puzzlement, "What's the matter?"

It was too late to complain about the heroine's habit of cherishing words like gold, Han Jing directly explained her reason for coming, "There is no food in the kitchen to cook, I have to go to the small town at the foot of the mountain, I wonder if you want to go together?"

Eh!What she clearly wanted to say was, I just came to tell you that I was going down the mountain to buy food, but why did she involuntarily change her words when she met the heroine's eyes?Han Jing pursed her lips in depression, the hostess saw Xi Jing, but she invited her to the lively market. Doesn't this make it clear that she is looking for something to do?

Unexpectedly, Chi Ling nodded in agreement.

The hostess agreed!Han Jing wiped her eyes in disbelief, she was still the same person, but no matter how Han Jing looked at it, she felt that Chi Ling had become more beautiful.

The itinerary was thus determined, Han Jing was carrying a vegetable basket, followed by Chi Ling wearing a bamboo hat.

Han Jing walked down the mountain road that was unfamiliar and familiar to her, and she felt a little proud in her heart.Thinking that she, a little cannon fodder, can actually abduct the heroine down the mountain, the heroine really gave us enough face.

Chi Ling followed Han Jing. Although she often went down the mountain to go on missions, this was the first time she took this road. She usually flew away directly against the wind. The mission was urgent, and she didn't even go to the small town down the mountain. Pass.

Although it was almost noon, there were still only a few people in the market. Han Jing was worried that he would accidentally get separated from Chi Ling, so when he reached the gate of the town, he held the heroine's hand on his own initiative .

Feeling that the heroine quietly let her lead her away after a little struggle when she was holding her hand, Han Jing really wanted to hug Chi Ling happily beside her.Mistress, how can you be so cute!

Chi Ling felt the warmth in her hand, and her heart also warmed up. Having lost her memory, she was adopted by her adoptive father Chong Guang since she was a child, and what his foster father taught her was always the method of assassination and the exercises of cultivation.Her hands are always cold, and the only thing she touches most is the sharp sword that drinks human blood.

This was the first time someone held her up, and they didn't dislike her blood-stained, sinful hands.Thinking of this, Chi Ling looked at Han Jing who had been protecting her, and a touch of emotion flashed in her eyes.

"Selling candied haws! Sweet candied haws! Officer, would you like a bunch?" The candied haws seller carried a straw pole on his shoulder, which was filled with shiny red candied haws.

"Daddy, I want to eat candied haws." A cute little girl tugged at the hem of her father's clothes, pointing at the candied haws on the peddler's shoulder not far away, her eyes full of anticipation.

"Okay, Daddy will buy you a bunch now." The little girl's father picked her up and went to the hawker to buy a bunch of candied haws. Smile sweetly.

This scene was captured by Han Jing and Chi Ling who happened to pass by here. Looking at the scene in front of her, Chi Ling couldn't help thinking of the scene of her adoptive father urging her to practice kung fu when she was a child. The foster father in her memory always had a very serious expression .

Even when she made progress and wanted to share the joy with him, he just said with a straight face, "Don't get carried away, or you will be the one who will die in the future."

Han Jing was keenly aware of Chi Ling's stagnant footsteps. Following Chi Ling's gaze, she saw the scene of the harmonious father and daughter. With a flash of inspiration, she took Chi Ling's hand and walked straight towards the candied haws vendor. .

"What are you doing?" Chi Ling who came back to her senses stared at Han Jing with a puzzled expression, as if she wanted to see something on her face.

"Guest officer, your candied haws." The vendor promptly took a bunch of candied haws from the straw pole and handed them to Han Jing.

"Here, I'll give you a taste." Han Jing instead sent the candied haws in his hand to Chi Ling in a fawning manner.

"What do you do for me? I'm not a child." Chi Ling directly refused.

"Now that I've bought it, you can't ask me to return it, right?" Han Jing scratched her head pretending to be distressed, and put one hand in front of Chi Ling neither to close it nor to stretch it out.

"You keep it for yourself." Chi Ling refused again without shame.

After repeated defeats and repeated defeats, Han Jing said, "Senior sister, I have a toothache recently. This stuff is sour and sweet. I'm afraid I'll lose my tooth."

"Give it to me." Chi Ling stretched out her hand, snatched the candied haws from Han Jing's hand, and took a light bite.

Well, the sweet and sour taste unexpectedly made her a little happy.