Our leader can't be so funny

Ye Fuyi and Feng Ling moved back the clothes and pots and pans in the carriage, packed their belongings and brought them back to the cave by the way, but they were not interested in the belongings.There were some rice grains in the carriage, and the two of them picked and picked, and brought back what they could eat.

After returning to the cave, Ye Fuyi picked out two clothes from the clothes he brought back, and handed one of them to Feng Ling: "Put it on."

The clothes on the two of them had long been tattered and out of shape. If others saw them, they would almost think that they were savages who came out of nowhere.

Feng Ling picked out a color she liked, then untied her belt, and took off her clothes neatly.

Ye Fuyi: "..." He silently swallowed the words he wanted to stop, and calmly watched the leader strip himself naked in an instant.

I saw the young body in front of me with a slightly fair complexion, slender and powerful limbs, a lean chest like a piece of flawless white jade, and a slightly undulating heart. It was a beating heart, healthy and full of vitality, very attractive.

His eyes moved down and landed on a place where he shouldn't be looking at. He saw the little thing with a clean color, which seemed to be very shy, curled up in the sparse jungle.

Ye Fuyi's eyes became slightly warmer.

Feng Ling didn't notice it, she put the new clothes on her body naturally and smoothly, fastened the belt slowly with her slender fingers, raised her head, her gaze calmly met Ye Fuyi's, and she couldn't help being startled: "Are you looking at the clothes?" What?"

Ye Fuyi suddenly came back to his senses, looked away, turned around pretending to be calm and walked towards the dark place, changed into clean clothes.

When he came out, Feng Ling was sitting in a pile of pots and pans with resentment in his eyes.

Ye Fuyi changed into a green dress, the tailoring was very fine, bamboo leaves were embroidered on the neckline, and the sleeves fluttered as he walked, giving him a natural flow.

Feng Ling stared at him several times, stretched out her hand to touch her stomach, feeling a little wronged: "Like a tender green onion, I feel even more hungry when I see you."

Ye Fuyi: "..." Walking up to Fengling, he reached out and touched his head, "I'll go fishing when I clean up here, and make fish soup for you to drink."

Feng Ling's eyes lit up, full of fighting spirit: "You go fishing, I'll clean up here. Hurry up!"

Ye Fuyi laughed, and said, "Okay."

Then he picked up the sword and left the cave.

Feng Ling who stayed behind started to decorate the cave.

In addition to the clothes and bedding, Feng Ling went outside the cave to carry some hay and spread it on the ground, then spread the bedding on the hay, so that the small bed for him and the leader was ready.

The next step was to place the pots and pans, Feng Ling put them away regularly, then lit a bonfire in the cave, and took out the iron pot.

There was a little rice in the rice grains he brought back. He washed the rice, put it in an iron pot, added some water, covered it, and started cooking.

When he smelled the aroma of the rice, the leader came back with two big fat fish. He was stunned for a moment, and then he understood that the hungry cat was too hungry to support itself.

He smiled to himself, the fish had been scaled and viscerated before he came back, he cut the fish into several pieces with a sword, took another small pot, lit another fire, and started to boil the fish soup.

Feng Ling squatted beside him, saw that he had added some grass into it, frowned and asked, "What is this?"

"Some herbs can heal wounds and seasoning. By the way, is there any salt in the ones you brought back today?"

Feng Ling took out a small bottle and handed it to him: "Here, there are peppercorns and ginger."

"Bring them all." Ye Fuyi said.

Feng Ling followed suit, and whispered: "Why do they bring so many things with them when they go out?"

Ye Fuyi said: "Perhaps you guessed right, they did abscond with money and dared not stay in a hotel on the way, for fear of being discovered, so they prepared all the necessary items, including rice."

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The fish soup was still cooking, and the fresh fragrance had already drifted into Fengling's nose, croaking hungry, Fengling turned to look at Ye Fuyi, seeing that he hadn't noticed her, she rubbed against the iron pot.

Rice is already cooked.

When the lid was lifted, a strong rice aroma rushed to the face, and every grain of rice was full of water, and it was white and soft.Feng Ling couldn't help but took out a small bowl to fill a bowl full of rice, after thinking about it, she also filled a bowl for Ye Fuyi.

The fish soup here is also ready, Ye Fuyi took out a bowl, carefully picked out the fishbone, and said to Feng Ling: "Drink some soup first, to nourish your body."

In front of the delicious fish soup, Feng Ling put down the rice resolutely, squatted down next to Ye Fuyi, and reached out to pick up the fish soup.

Ye Fuyi also thoughtfully washed a spoon for him, and reminded: "Be careful of burning."

Feng Ling nodded, and poured half a spoonful of soup into his mouth. The fish soup was delicious and mellow, and the fish meat was tender and refreshing. It was so delicious that he couldn't help sighing, and squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

Ye Fuyi laughed, got up and picked up the clothes that the two of them had changed before, took them in his hands, walked to the pool and squatted on the bank to wash them.

Feng Ling was sitting not far behind him with a bowl in her hand, looking at his back with a puzzled expression.

The clothes are all torn like that, what's the point of washing them?

After Ye Fuyi finished drying the clothes, Feng Ling was already drinking the second bowl of fish soup, but he also filled a bowl for Ye Fuyi, and when he saw him coming in, he immediately signaled with his eyes: "Come here, come here, The soup is getting cold."

Ye Fuyi took the bowl he handed over, Feng Ling finished the soup, poured some finely minced fish meat on the rice, and picked up the chopsticks to pick up the rice.

Ye Fuyi glanced at him, thinking he was still so edible, nothing had changed.

Feng Ling took a few mouthfuls, then brought him the rice on the side, and said, "Eat it, it's getting cold."

So the leader and the leader sat side by side, and settled a pot of fish soup and a half pot of rice.Next came the issue of washing the dishes. Feng Ling silently put down the bowls, sat on the side, and muttered softly, "They used to wash the dishes."

"They" naturally refers to the subordinates of the Demon Cult. He was born as the successor of the leader. No one dared to force him to work except for practicing martial arts. It's not like Ye Fuyi, who grew up in the mountains and grew vegetables by himself , doing laundry by herself, doing everything by herself, and doing housework more neatly than other people's little daughter-in-law.

Ye Fuyi resigned himself to packing up the dishes and walked to the pool.Feng Ling thought about it, and felt that she was a little unkind, so she got up and walked towards him, squatting beside him, and said weakly: "Let me help you."

Ye Fuyi handed him a bowl and a piece of cloth.

The cloth was torn from the torn clothes before, Feng Ling took a look at Ye Fuyi, and wiped the bowl like him, but the movements were a little rusty, the bowl was greasy, and he couldn't grasp it.

Ye Fuyi smiled: "I now believe that you have never done these things."

Feng Ling glared at him angrily: "Naturally, I am the leader of a sect, who would dare to ask me to do things, unlike you, a small martial arts leader, who doesn't even have a waiter around you, such as washing dishes. You have to do the little things yourself."

Ye Fuyi just smiled and didn't refute. After a while, he seemed to think of something, and said with some surprise: "How did Ling'er cook the rice?"

Feng Ling: "... I learned from Ruan Xiaomu."

After tidying up all the dishes, Ye Fuyi was stirring medicine aside, while Feng Ling sat on the small bed boredly, staring at the leader with burning eyes.

He was thinking about one thing.

A slightly tangled matter.

The leader is so reckless, how can he finish the most important part of the plot in this article.

That's right, it's circles and forks.

The leader felt that he was a bit thick-skinned, but as a character in the text and suffering from severe obsessive-compulsive disorder, he absolutely couldn't just watch the plot collapse here.

Characters: leader, leader.

Location: Under the cliff.

Props: Acacia Gu.

Event: The leader overwhelmed the leader.

The characters and places are all ready, only the props are missing, but the props don’t have to be limited to one type of Acacia Gu. Anyway, there are many herbs at the bottom of the cliff, and any one with special effects can replace the Acacia Gu. The key is that the leader has no self-consciousness at all!

This annoyed the leader very much.

He clenched his fist tightly and made an important decision - to seduce the leader.

Yes, he wants to replace props to complete this glorious and great task.

The bonfire danced slightly, and the bright light filled the cave, rendering the atmosphere very quiet and soft.Sitting not far from the bonfire, the leader was personable and handsome. The leader felt that his heart had become a string, and the leader inadvertently plucked it lightly, and couldn't stop vibrating for a long time.

He thought, if there was no plot setting, maybe he would also fall in love with the man in front of him, regardless of gender, just because the man in front of him, no matter his appearance, conduct or personality, just fit his aesthetics, just like...God This man was specially created for him to like.

There was a little joy and sweetness in the leader's heart, but this joy and sweetness belonged to him alone, and he couldn't let the leader find out, so he still put on a straight face, pretending to be calm and pulled the clothes off his shoulders, revealing the Bandaged shoulder.

...wrong.

Feng Ling quickly put her clothes back on, but Ye Fuyi who just raised her head saw her and stopped her: "Don't put it on yet, change the medicine."

So Feng Ling obediently pulled down his clothes again, watching Ye Fuyi walking towards him with a clean cloth and crushed herbs.

Ye Fuyi sat down behind him, untied the bandage for him, removed the previous herbal medicine, glanced at the wound, and said softly: "The healing is fast, and the herbal medicine will stop after two days."

Apply the new herbal medicine, tie a bandage for him, and whisper: "The wound may itch in the past two days, remember not to scratch it."

Feng Ling nodded.