Refusing to work overtime for the teacher

After Xie Ling said this blessing, she thought about something else in her heart.

One sentence, four words, too light.After coming to this world, Gu Song helped him a lot—although most of them were unintentional actions of others, but it should be rewarded a little bit.

Right now, it would be great if he could send a congratulatory gift, but he knows too little about Gu Song, and Mr. Xuesheng has a lot of treasures in his inventory, but if he can't match what he likes, it will be a lonely gift.

There is even a possibility that the outrageous thing of sending back the things that the ancient pine gave to Mr. Xuesheng in the past may happen.

Xie Lingxin said that this matter is a little difficult.If you can't give gifts, you can only start from other aspects, such as sending your heart.He has studied books that introduce customs and customs. People in this world also have the habit of eating longevity noodles when they celebrate their birthdays.

If you just cook a bowl of noodles, Xie Ling is no problem.This does not require technical content, just boil a pot of water and throw noodles into it.

The problem is that seasoning is required after cooking the bowl of noodles.

This process is completely in the blind spot of Xie Ling's knowledge and operation.

He has lived for more than 20 years. Except for instant noodles, he has never cooked a good bowl of noodles. The taste is either salty or bland. , the ending is often tragic.

Longevity noodles cooked by hand are more meaningful. It is too bizarre to serve a bowl of noodles with indescribable taste to wish people a long life and health.

no.Xie Ling shook her head.

Xie Ling held a spoonful of Jiuniang Yuanzi in front of him.When he opened his mouth to eat, Gu Song's voice sounded beside his ears, asking, "What are you thinking?"

"Of course I'm thinking..." Xie Ling swallowed the food, thinking about what to answer, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind and blessed his soul——

"Brother, do you want to eat hot pot later?" Xie Ling put down the spoon and looked at Dinggu Song.

Along the way, Xie Ling saw a hot pot shop.

Hot pot is a good thing.

Eat hot pot in a bad mood.When in doubt, eat hot pot.A friend didn't know what gift to give on his birthday, so he invited him to eat hot pot.

No one can refuse hot pot.If so... then Xie Ling had no choice but to think of a new way.

Fortunately, Gu Song responded to this proposal: "Yes."

Xie Ling exhaled lightly, looked back into the porcelain bowl, and smiled from the bottom of her heart.

The cicadas are chirping loudly, but the fermented rice in the bowl is sweet and refreshing, blended with the fragrance of Sophora japonica flowers, and the aftertaste is long.This kind of honey is rare in the sect, Xie Ling tasted it delicately every spoonful.When I finished the last bite, I was very reluctant.

He put down the rough porcelain spoon and looked up, and saw that Gu Song did the same thing as him—this person also finished a bowl of fermented rice at this time.

Gu Song put a few copper plates on the table, and cast a glance at Xie Ling.The two did not speak. After looking at each other, they got up from the bench and walked out from the shade of the century-old tree.

The old woman sitting under the tree stopped her movements, looked up at their backs, and sent her eyes to each other silently.

Time stretched the shadow of the sun inch by inch, and almost the entire street fell into the shadow.The heat accumulated for a day is dissipating, there are more pedestrians on the street than before, many children ran out of the house, beckoned to their friends, and jumped up and down on the street to have fun.

Someone pushed a cart up the bluestone road, the wheels creaked, Gu Song pulled Xie Ling's arm, and led the person a little to the side of the street wall, making way for the road.

This time, Xie Ling and Gu Song walked side by side, still at a slow pace.

The hot pot restaurant opened at the intersection, and it was very deserted before dinner time.

Xie Ling walked into the store, and the clerk was still dozing off in that corner, when he heard the shopkeeper yell "Please, two guests", he jumped up suddenly, put the cloth scarf on his shoulders, almost Reflexively rushed to the door to greet the guests.

Seeing this scene, Xie Ling wanted to laugh but couldn't. With a sullen face and a suppressed tone, she asked him for a seat by the window on the second floor.

I ordered the mandarin duck pot.

The shop assistant presented the menu, Gu Song glanced at it, handed it to Xie Ling, and asked him to order.

This made Xie Ling into trouble again.He had never eaten with Gu Song, so he wasn't sure what the man liked and avoided, and it was inconvenient to ask, so he had to ask the shop assistant to bring up fresh dishes.

The handwriting was so great that the store clerk was so happy that he quickly notified the back kitchen to serve tea and a plate of fried soybeans for the two of them.

Xie Ling, who had just finished a bowl of fermented rice, was not thirsty and did not touch the cup of tea, but was torn between eating or not eating this plate of soybeans.As a salted fish, he loves fried food very much, but it is obvious that Gu Song has no intention of doing anything with this "appetizer".

It's really sad that the appearance of people does not match the actual needs.Xie Ling sighed silently, made a difficult decision, leaned her back, put her hands into her sleeves, turned her head away from looking at the plate of beans, who would have found a beautiful scenery with such a deflected gaze.

The river outside the town can be seen through the window on the side.It is like a bright ribbon, thrown away by people in the mountains and valleys, flexible and elegant, beautiful in silence and free and easy.

Xie Ling marveled inwardly, and watched carefully, while the eyes of the person sitting in the chair opposite to him wandered and stopped on him.

Two people, one enjoying the scenery, and the other watching the scenery, sat without talking to each other.

The waiters in the shop served the dishes one after another, and brought a copper pot halfway.

It is a pot within a pot, the red oil is bright, and long peppers are floating one after another. The clear pot in the middle is pitifully small, only the mouth of a bowl, and it is filled with thick milky white pork bone soup.

Xie Ling noticed a certain detail and turned his gaze back.

He has been alive for more than [-] years. Although he can't cook, he is quite proficient in eating.Duck blood will be more tender when it is cold, but this restaurant obviously didn't realize this, the clerk put down the pot and left, Xie Ling had to do it himself, and poured the bowl of duck blood into the red pot.

Xie Ling rolled up his sleeve with his left hand, took the bowl with his right hand, flipped it up and down.Gu Song's eyes moved accordingly, and in a trance, his thoughts drifted to the distance.

The memory of the old year has never been blurred. The last time he ate this kind of hot pot was when he first entered the sect.

That year, Xie Ling and he passed the entrance test at the same time, and at the same time were accepted as disciples by the real Baihe, the only difference was the order in which the real Baihe mentioned their names in the disciple meeting.

Immortal Baihe first said Xie Ling's name, and then he carried the two young men back to Hefeng. Whoever is the senior will be the senior, which means that the seniority will be determined according to the order of the names that were shouted earlier.

At that time, he was young, full of vigor and pride, Gu Song didn't want to casually become someone else's younger brother, his whole body showed dissatisfaction from the inside out.The senior brother laughed when he saw it, and said that it would be better for you two to fight, and whoever loses will be the senior brother.

These words were mostly jokes, but as soon as the words fell, the two teenagers started fighting.

They are all boys of the same age, how can Xie Ling not see what Gu Song is thinking?Why is he willing to suddenly be a head shorter than others?The two of them didn't want to lose, and they used this as a reason to be divided. In the entrance trial, there was no winner. They punched and raised their legs indiscriminately.

This fight lasted for a long time, and in the end, Gu Song won by a narrow margin.

Xie Ling sat under a tree, rolled her eyes at Gu Song, and gave a cold snort.

After resting, the two went to their dormitory respectively, and they didn't talk to each other all afternoon.

Seeing this situation, the eldest brother knocked the two out of the house in the evening, carried them from left to right, carried them to a small town down the mountain, and carried them into a hot pot restaurant.

They were pushed to sit on the same stool.The big brother orders and cooks, and the two teenagers eat.They ate for a long time, from daylight to starry night.

But from then on, Gu Song became Senior Brother Xie Ling.

"Brother."

A familiar voice called him softly.

"Brother-"

The man drew his tone slowly.

Gu Song suddenly came back to his senses, his eyes flashed, and he settled down from nothingness to reality.

Taking a closer look, the dishes seemed to be ready, pork, beef, fish, hairy belly, duck intestines and yellow throat, the whole table was not enough, and a shelf had to be added on the side.The soup in the copper pot was boiling, bubbling, and the mist was constantly rising from the pot surface, separating the two people, blurring the vision.

Even Xie Ling's eyebrows and eyes seemed to be colored with water.

"Senior brother, I scalded your hairy belly, it won't taste good when it gets cold." Xie Ling raised his jaw and said to Gu Song.

Gu Song followed his line of sight and looked in front of him. In the flat-mouth dipping saucer, besides the hairy belly the man said, there were blood, beef, fish fillets and so on.

His clear black eyes blinked slowly, and Gu Song responded, "Okay."

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