Xianjun, please calm down

It took Da Zhuang a full hour to pour two pots of tea before he finally wiped out the smelly chicken that tested his teeth. He looked at the plate with only chicken bones left, and let out a long breath, feeling a little regretful.

The spiritual food made by Xianjun himself, although not very delicious, but the meaning it represents is incomparable, so it was eaten away.

He also wanted to keep some as a souvenir, but he didn't dare, after all, this thing must not be tasted by the fairy, so he had to eat it all.

Yu Changqing looked at his regretful eyes, reached out to wipe the corner of his lips, and said softly: "Don't be so sorry, I will do it for you tomorrow."

When Da Zhuang heard it, he immediately turned his face: "I haven't said you yet! How many times have I told you that you are not allowed to enter the kitchen! Why don't you listen?"

Yu Changqing paused, glanced at the cold kitchen, and pursed his lips.

Seeing his appearance, Da Zhuang really couldn't bear to say more, but his principle also resolutely refused to back down: "You promise me that today is the last time, and you are not allowed to enter the kitchen again, let alone cook!"

Yu Changqing was a little addicted to the feeling just now, and she was unwilling to give up this kind of welfare, so she just lowered her eyes and kept silent.

Da Zhuang grabbed his robe sleeve with his oily hands covered in charcoal, and threatened: "If you don't agree, you will go to sleep on the cold jade bed in the next room from now on, I... I won't sleep with you anymore! "

Yu Changqing frowned, and said in a deep voice, "How dare you!"

Da Zhuang pouted his neck and said, "I dare!"

Yu Changqing looked at him sharply, Da Zhuang was not afraid of him, and stared back without any fear.

The two stared at each other like fighting cocks for a while, Yu Changqing let out a heavy "Huh!", and walked away.

Da Zhuang shouted from behind: "You promise!"

Yu Changqing kept walking, and two heavy words floated over with the wind: "Guaranteed!"

In the evening, Yu Changqing, who made a promise, was able to sleep in the master bedroom. Da Zhuang lay beside him, shook his shoulders and said, "Xianjun, are you asleep?"

Yu Changqing closed her eyes and said in a deep voice, "Sleeping."

Da Zhuang smiled and said, "You still talk when you're asleep?"

Yu Changqing half-opened his eyes and gave him a very inconspicuous look.

Da Zhuang stretched out a hand holding something in front of him and shook it: "Use your ice and help me freeze it so I can keep it."

Yu Changqing turned his eyes to his hand, and his two long eyebrows were about to be twisted together: "Chicken bone? What are you keeping it for?"

Da Zhuang held up the chicken leg bone that he had cleaned up, and said intoxicatedly: "This is the spiritual food you made for me with your own hands, and I will keep it as a souvenir."

Yu Changqing said with disgust, "Throw it away."

Da Zhuang resolutely said: "I don't, you freeze it for me quickly, the kind that can't be melted."

Yu Changqing frowned and looked at him, and said angrily: "I want to cook for you and you refuse, but you want to seal up a chicken bone!"

Da Zhuang said: "That's different. It's one thing for me not to let you cook, but it's another thing for me to keep chicken bones as a souvenir. Hurry up."

Yu Changqing said: "Since that's the case, don't repair the kitchen, and you are not allowed to cook anymore!"

Da Zhuang turned pale with shock: "That's impossible!"

Yu Changqing said: "Isn't this fair? No one should do it!"

Da Zhuang sat up and said, "The kitchen is mine! I must cook the meal, you can't stop it!"

Yu Changqing also sat up and said, "Then why don't you allow me to do it?"

Da Zhuang pouted his neck and said: "Anyway, you are not allowed to do it, not only cooking, you are not allowed to do all the work in the cave and in the vegetable field!"

Yu Changqing squinted her eyes and said dangerously, "What if I shouldn't?"

Da Zhuang said fiercely: "Then you go to sleep next door."

Yu Changqing was furious: "Wang Dazhuang!"

Da Zhuang held the chicken bone, showing no sign of weakness.

Yu Changqing said angrily: "You think this matter can always threaten me?!"

Da Zhuang did not give in: "Then try!"

Yu Changqing looked at him for a long time, then raised his hand and put it on the quilt.

Da Zhuang's expression didn't move, but the hand beside him grabbed the quilt nervously, ready to fly over and drag him back when Xian Jun hit the ground.

Unexpectedly, Yu Changqing pressed the corner of the quilt angrily, rolled over and lay down...

But to express his anger, he turned his back on Da Zhuang.

Da Zhuang secretly exhaled.

[Fortunately, he was frightened... In case Xianjun really leaves in anger, it will take a lot of effort to coax him back. 】

He sat for a while, calmed down his nervous mood, stretched out the chicken bone in front of Yu Changqing, and continued with the previous request: "You seal it."

Yu Changqing turned over with a "huh" and said angrily, "Wang Dazhuang, don't bully me too much!"

Da Zhuang saw the blush at the end of his eyes, his heart suddenly melted, he leaned down, and gently kissed the end of his Xianjun's eyes, his lips moved down, along the tip of his nose, and slid to his lips She kissed her lightly a few times, and whispered in a slightly sandy voice: "I want to keep it, please help me."

Yu Changqing's anger stagnated, she raised her hand to press the back of his head, kissed him firmly for a while, and then reluctantly said: "Take it here."

Da Zhuang immediately sent the chicken bone to Yu Changqing graciously.

Yu Changqing glanced at it in disgust, raised his hand to hang over the chicken bone, and amidst the cold air, the chicken bone was covered and wrapped by layers of black ice, and soon froze into an ice ball.

A chicken bone lay quietly in the middle of the transparent ice, revealing its difference from ordinary chicken bones in the world.

It is a unique chicken leg bone in this world. It was cooked by a Mahayana venerable and sealed up with his own hands. If one day it is left in the world, it will definitely be offered up, and maybe it will take some good fortune and become a chicken bone. A chicken bone...

Da Zhuang held the chicken bone hockey puck, smiling so hard that his eyes narrowed, he put the puck on the bedside, threw himself on the body of his own Xianjun and said with a smile: "Xianjun, you are really kind to me!"

Seeing that he was so happy, Yu Changqing's complexion improved, and she put her arms around his back and said, "Go to sleep."

Da Zhuang rolled over and lay beside him, hugged his waist tightly and said: "Xianjun..."

Yu Changqing put his hand on his forearm and said, "What's the matter?"

Da Zhuang arched his head around his neck, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, I just wanted to call you."

Yu Changqing glanced at him sideways, and said in a low voice: "Don't try to be soft and hard on me, if you dare to threaten me again in the future, I will..."

Da Zhuang hurriedly said: "No, I promise!"

Yu Changqing hummed.

Da Zhuang leaned up a little, kissed his side face again and again, and murmured: "I'm sorry Xianjun, don't be angry with me..."

Yu Changqing pulled him back into his arms, strangled him with his arm and said: "Forget it, let's forget it this time, how can this deity be the one who has no measure."

Da Zhuang refused to be honest, he turned over and climbed onto Yu Changqing's body, put his hand into the skirt of his clothes all the way down, and said with a flattering smile: "Xianjun..."

Yu Changqing pressed his hand through the quilt, raised his eyelids slightly and said, "What are you doing?"

Da Zhuang moved his hands, but couldn't move, so he had to raise his head and said: "You promised me once before."

Yu Changqing sneered, "You also refused at that time."

Da Zhuang looked at him and said sullenly, "Do you want to hold grudges like this?"

Yu Changqing said mercilessly: "Yes."

Da Zhuang: "..."

【ah!What should I do if his fairy is so cute? ! 】

Both of them were people who kept their promises. Until Feisheng, Yu Changqing never entered the kitchen again, and Wang Dazhuang never drove him out of the room again.

Yu Changqing always believed that the roast chicken he made for his Taoist companion tasted very good. For the rest of his life, every time he thought of that afternoon, his heart would be filled with warmth like the warm sun in June.

And the real taste of that chicken is a secret that only Wang Dazhuang knows.

No one in this world knows what the spiritual food made by Venerable Hanyang tastes like, because there is no one in this world who can make Yu Changqing willing to wash his hands and make soup.