Master Qing Leng Always Wants to Marry Me [Transmigration Book]

Jihe has been to Luming's room many times before, and is very familiar with everything here, even knowing which square under the Duobao compartment Luming usually wears.

This is the first time he met him in this room after his identity was revealed. It was obviously the same as before, but when he stood in the center of the room and looked around at the decorations, he felt that something was different .

Then he turned around and looked at Lu Ming's face peacefully.

Lu Ming was lifting his feet to step across the threshold, holding his robe like a princess, his suzerain's clothes had a long hem, almost dragging the floor when he walked, when he stepped on his right foot, the corner of the robe hooked his heel, he One who didn't pay attention almost fell out, hurriedly supported the door frame to stand firm, then gave a "tsk", and then kicked the threshold angrily.

Jihe: "..."

Lu Ming picked up his robe and walked over, scolding as he walked: "I don't know which idiot designed the clothes, but they look good, and they are useless. What a fucking pain."

Ji He watched him sit down on the edge of the couch with his clothes rumpled and tucked into a ball around his waist, he couldn't help saying: "When you walk, walk slowly, don't be so reckless, you won't fall."

"I didn't fall at all," Lu Ming tried to save face for himself, "I just stumbled, and the reason why I left in such a hurry was not so that you could quickly eat the hot pot I cooked."

Ji He lowered his head and said slowly, "Then don't worry, I'm not very hungry, and there's no need to..."

"I'm in a hurry, okay?" Lu Ming stared at him, then scratched his hair again, "I really want you to try my cooking, I imagined a hundred kinds of your reactions when I cooked it. "

Ji He looked at him for a while, not knowing what he wanted to say, opened his mouth but finally didn't speak.

"Oh——" Lu Ming stretched his waist, and then he lay on his back on the couch, "Ever since you said you wanted to eat hot pot, I've been thinking about how to make this wish come true for you. Let me do it, hurry up," he sat up straight, looking eager, "walk, come with me to the small kitchen at the back, and keep it for you to enjoy."

Ji He stood on the spot, not moving even if he shouldn't, and his eyes were slightly moist when he looked over: "I..."

Lu Ming suddenly looked at him vigilantly.

"If you dare to say that you don't want to eat now," Lu Ming said, "I will definitely cry for you. You don't want to leave this room tonight."

"...No," Ji He shook his head, and then repeated, "No, I really want to eat it. Really."

Lu Ming stared at him in disbelief, and after a while, he jumped off the couch shaking his head and walked to his side, "It's not too bad, let's go, let's go to the back to cook hot pot!"

He pulled up Ji He's sleeve, and dragged him to the back of the bedroom without any explanation.

When this house was first built, for the sake of convenience and to avoid danger, two other huts were placed on the west side of the courtyard. On the surface, they were storage rooms for sundries, separated from Luming’s bedroom by a few bushes. Messy flowers and plants, but what outsiders don't know is that one of the two rooms is dedicated to the human world, and there is an invisible magic circle on the back door. As long as the magic circle is opened, the door will be like a thousand miles away, leading directly to the lower realm.

But because they are useless for some days, these two rooms have been transformed by Luming into a small kitchen of considerable size, one is used to store ingredients and seasonings for daily cooking, and the other is made into a hot pot stove by him. Next to it is a table covered with various meat dishes.

Ji He followed him through the tangled bushes. At this time, all the flowers were withered, and only the chrysanthemums filled the yard with their fragrance. Then Lu Ming reached out to push the door, and a strong spicy smell washed away all the fragrance of the flowers.

Jihe: "..."

Looking at the steaming scene in the house, he felt a little complicated for a moment, and turned around and asked, "You did all this?"

"That's not true." Lu Ming raised his nose, "It's amazing, it took me a long time, but it's done, and it's just a surprise for you."

Ji He looked at him worriedly: "But aren't you afraid of being found out? Have you been doing this for a long time? Since when did it start, there are so many people coming and going in the sect every day, what if..."

"Speaking of which, you may have forgotten," Lu Ming blinked narrowly at him, "Except for you, no one has visited my Caihan Pavilion so far."

"..." Ji He said, "It's a lie, several uncles and uncles have come to you to discuss things several times, so they must come here."

"Then what do you think?" Lu Ming couldn't help laughing, "Would they come into my bedroom to discuss things?"

Jihe: "..."

His ears turned red in an instant, his face was still white, but his eyes were lowered. Lu Ming refused to let him go, and smiled triumphantly and slyly beside him: "At most, it is only in the hall outside, most of the time it is in the courtyard. It is impossible to enter the bedroom, let alone the two rooms behind."

He quietly approached Ji He's face, looked at his ears that were a little red from the heat with a smile, "As the only person who has ever entered my bedroom, I would like to ask, how do you feel now?"

Ji He looked up at him, then quickly lowered his head, without making a sound, he felt a little shy for no reason, ignored Lu Ming's teasing, turned and walked into the room.

Lu Ming watched his back being enveloped in the billowing fireworks, rubbed his face, and followed him in.

Although it is in such an overhead ancient world set by Xiuxian, the conditions are not very plentiful, but Lu Ming gave full play to his subjective initiative, dug soil from the yard, and built two hearths bit by bit, with two stoves on top. There are dishes and chopsticks on the edge of the iron pot. At this time, there is boiling red soup in the pot, which is bubbling and bubbling under the high fire in the stove.

The spicy and tempting taste hits the face.

Jihe swallowed subconsciously.

Lu Ming walked over to have a look, and said with satisfaction: "The time is just right, just in time for the soup to boil, so it's ready to be rinsed." He sat down on the side of the stove at the bottom of one of the white soup pots, and waved his hands, "You sit across from me. I boiled that pot of red oil specially for you. Try it quickly."

Ji He looked down for a long while before hesitantly sat on the other side.

I don’t know how Lu Ming did it. It is said that the stove is built of mud and is smoky every day. It should be very greasy and dirty, but after sitting down and observing it carefully for a while, he didn’t find any oil stains. The entire countertop is very clean and smooth, as if it has been tiled.

Lu Ming looked at him with a smile on the opposite side, biting the corner of his mouth with chopsticks: "Are you wondering how I made this stove so clean and tidy?"

Jihe nodded.

"You forgot," Lu Ming said, "Your master, I am the root of the earth spirit."

"..."

Ji He was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, raised his eyes to look at him: "You used it..."

"I can tell." Lu Ming put down his chopsticks and leaned back on the chair, "Only I remember your affairs, you don't care about mine at all, you don't remember anything, little slag male."

Jihe: "..."

He gritted his teeth and swallowed his rebuttal, looked down at the steaming red soup in front of him, and said, "Didn't you also forget that my body can't eat spicy food, and you prepared this kind of pot bottom for me?"

"No, no," Lu Ming shook his head seriously, "You haven't tasted it yet, don't jump to conclusions so early, here, I'll give you a good piece of meat, rinse it and tell me if you can eat spicy food."

Lu Ming picked up a slice of thinly sliced ​​pork belly from the table next to him and put it on his plate. Ji He looked at him suspiciously. Seeing his confident look, he hesitated to pick up the chopsticks and put the meat on the plate. In the red soup, watching it slowly change from red to flesh-colored, it seems to be cooked, pick it up and slowly put it into your mouth.

Lu Ming looked at Ji He with satisfaction and his eyes widened in surprise.

The spiciness is just right, not pungent but not very weak, it is the level between you can accept the spiciness and fully soak into the food. The key is that it is very fragrant, fresh and full of taste, until the meat After swallowing, you can still feel the fragrance on the teeth and cheeks.

Ji He raised his eyes almost in surprise, and looked at him excitedly.

Lu Ming laughed and said, "Is it still to your liking?"

"Delicious," Ji He nodded vigorously, and then glanced at the small table next to him, "It's just that there is no tomato in these dishes. You used to put a tomato in your breakfast."

"Do you still remember this?" Lu Ming looked into his eyes, but only looked at him for a while, and then moved away slightly, "I remember the first time I saw you was in my room, it was in the morning, I just crossed Come here, while you were getting dressed, you sat on the bed and suddenly told me you wanted tomatoes for breakfast."

"..."

Ji He also looked at him, without speaking. He didn't quite remember the scene, and he wasn't sure if the person in his memory was really him, but he still felt a strange heartbeat.

"I saw you in the bedroom," Lu Ming smiled softly, "It's been almost two years."

Jihe: "..."

He was stunned for a moment, even his forehead was red, he had a lot of words stuck in his heart, and he didn't know where to start, he just felt inexplicably mourning, and at the same time was jumping in a daze.

Lu Ming thought he was shy, so he didn't continue to ask any more questions. He looked away silently, picked up a plate of rapeseed and mushrooms with his long arms, and buried himself in eating.

For a while, there was only the sound of firewood burning in the stove, mixed with the occasional crisp sound of two pairs of chopsticks colliding together.

After a while, Lu Ming spoke first, and he recalled, "By the way, I want to ask you something."

Ji He raised his head and said, "Say."

Lu Ming said: "Didn't we take the boat when we came back? On the boat, I asked Shen Tang about his father, Lord Dao Ling, and made some preparations for the following plot, but I didn't ask any useful information. I'm a bit concerned about that question."

Ji He asked, "What's the problem?"

Lu Ming said: "Shen Tang said that Lord Ling doesn't care about him. The last time he saw his father was in the South Courtyard. Do you know where this South Courtyard is?"

"..."

Ji He's expression suddenly became a little complicated.

Lu Ming: "...what's wrong?"

Ji He considered it for a while, and said: "In the popular novels of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, this kind of place is often mentioned. It represents sex|service, which means it is a male brothel."