Pregnant with a cub of a ruthless Taoist apprentice

Qin Sumao got up at the last moment the next day.

He just sat up from the couch and was about to get dressed when the person next to his pillow woke up.

Looking at Qin Su, and then at the still bright sky outside the window, Fang Hui wondered, "Master, why did you get up at this hour today?" He planned to get up as well.

Qin Su pressed his shoulders in time, pressed him on the couch, and said with a smile: "You sleep a little longer, I haven't cooked for a long time as a teacher, didn't you come back with some flour yesterday, and I plan to give you some flour today." Get a bowl of noodles."

Of course, Fang Hui missed Qin Su's craftsmanship very much, but when he thought of his current body, he shook his head hastily: "I can come, Master, sleep more."

Qin Su still insisted, and his words undoubtedly brought out a bit of the majesty of the master: "I can do what I want to do." Afterwards, he softened again, and kissed Fang Hui's forehead with his body, "I know what to do when I am a teacher." My son really wants to eat it, doesn't he?"

Fang Hui couldn't shake his head against his conscience, he could only watch Qin Su get up and get out of bed early, tie his black hair behind his head, and walk slowly to work in the yard with his back supported.

After Qin Su left, Fang Hui continued to lie down, feeling uneasy after all, and soon got up, dressed quickly, and went to look for Qin Su in the yard.

There is no separate kitchen in this yard. The stove is set up in the corner of the yard, and a small shed to keep out the rain is set up above it, which is used as a place for cooking on weekdays.

Of course, the condition is that it cannot be compared with Liu Qiang's house. It is better in cleanliness. On weekdays, there is no need to hide in the house and dare not even go out in order to cover up the abnormal figure.

When Fang Hui came out, Qin Su had already prepared the following vegetables and meat, and the kneaded noodles were also being sugared. The meat was hunted by Fang Hui himself, and Qin Su sliced ​​it into thin slices. It is exchanged with the villagers for the hunted meat.

Fang Hui's cultivation is useless now, but fortunately, even without his cultivation, his mere skill is still outstanding, and now he can only use it for hunting.

Qin Su was about to start a fire on the stove to boil water, when he suddenly heard the door open, thinking that this person must not have listened to his words to sleep more, turned his head to look, and saw that Fang opened the door and came out.

He shook his head slightly, with disapproval in his eyes, and raised his voice: "Could it be that Hui'er is afraid that the teacher will drug you in front of you, so you have to come and watch in person?"

That being said, it was a joke after all.

Fang Hui also heard the meaning, so he didn't make any excuses. He strode towards Qin Su and said, "I still have to come and see Master, don't forget that I'm in poor health now, just in case... How can it be good if you touch it."

Qin Su snorted: "As long as this little guy doesn't make a fuss, he won't be so irritable as a teacher." After speaking, he walked around to the place behind the stove, where the firewood was stacked neatly.

However, some things are indeed inconvenient with a seven-month-old stomach attached to her waist.

Seeing that it was very inconvenient for Qin Su to collect firewood with his waist, Fang Hui hurriedly stepped forward to support him: "I'll do such trivial things as lighting a fire, and Master will just cook."

Qin Su looked sideways at Fang Hui, and seeing his stubborn face, he had no choice but to hand him the firewood in his hand: "Okay, then you come. But for a while, you have to listen to the master's command for the size of the fire. The most important thing in noodles is heat and strength."

Fang nodded back: "I know."

When the stove lit a fire, Qin Su went to knead the dough, stretch it, dip it in flour, fold it, and stretch it again.

He is already very proficient in this process, and the noodles pulled out by his hands are always chewier than others.

The firewood in the stove was ignited by Fang Hui, making a "beep beep beep" sound. The water in the pot was gradually boiling, and wisps of steam emerged from the gaps in the wooden pot lid.

Qin Su pulled the noodles in his hand, and suddenly said: "I remember when I was a child, I used to ask why my noodles are always so delicious."

Fang Hui's movement of picking up firewood was a pause, and then he said nonchalantly: "Yes, but the master always just smiled and passed away, and never really said the reason."

Qin Su kept moving his hands, smiled, and said: "Actually, it has something to do with an experience when I was a teacher when I was young and hadn't stepped on the path of cultivation. I didn't tell you at that time, because I was afraid that it would affect my feelings in your heart. image."

Fang Hui added firewood in silence.

Qin Su continued: "Nowadays, being a teacher has long since lost your image in your heart, so it doesn't hurt to talk about it."

Then he explained the reasons for this paragraph in five to ten terms.

It turned out that Qin Su suffered a misfortune when he was young. When his parents went out, he was affected by monks' fighting skills, and both of them died. Only he survived when he was alone at home.

For some monks, when they are superior, how can they notice the mortals like ants when they are fighting, and then leave after fighting, and they don't even think about cleaning up the mess, let alone that some people's lives will be because of This simple fighting method has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Qin Su showed extraordinary intelligence when he was young. His father was a private school teacher in the village. Although his family was not rich, he also had the lofty character of a literati, so the name he gave his only son was also "Su", which means Do things Zhenjing also.

He taught Qin Su to read and write since he was a child. Naturally, the children he taught quietly were also like himself, and he showed his strength at a young age.

Both parents died, and there were no bones left. Qin Su even heard the news of his parents' death from other people, and he didn't know who killed his parents.

For mortals like them, monks are equivalent to immortals. It is the utmost benevolence to bring this news to him, but they don't know more.

Little Qin Su didn't believe it at first, but his parents who loved him didn't come home for a long time, and he searched everywhere but couldn't find it, even if he didn't believe it.

He was the only one left in his family, and there was not much food left. It didn't take long before the grain was exhausted and the money was spent. If he didn't want to be hungry, he could only go out to find work.

In fact, it’s okay not to work. His father’s private school teacher finally left a bit of love in the village. He can choose to accept the relief of the villagers, or more simply, go out and beg.

But it was the things he learned from elementary school that delayed him, and the poor did not get what they got. He still firmly remembered the appearance when his late father held him on his lap and taught him every single word.

At that time, let him accept relief or beg, it is better to find a rope and tie it to the beam of the house and hang him. The only choice he has is to go out and find work by himself.

But he was not yet ten years old at that time, and no one was willing to hire such a child like him, and he was unwilling to sell himself as a slave, so he lived a hard life - full - hungry - hungry.

Finally, a family of stingy butchers were willing to use him, but the conditions were very harsh. They only provided one meal a day without extra money.

But for Qin Su at that time, this was already no choice.

Since then, he has been working in the butcher's house. It turned out that the butcher and his wife planned to increase their income by opening a noodle stall selling meat soup noodles on the basis of selling pork. After looking for a helper, he found Qin Su after he got home.

His noodle-making skills were developed at that time. Working in such a family, it is conceivable that he has experienced a lot of grinding before he has developed this skill-even practitioners who are used to eating spiritual food praise it craftsmanship.

It wasn't until three years later that Daozong came to Fansu to test his spiritual roots and recruit disciples. Qin Su was lucky enough to be tested with miscellaneous spiritual roots, and then he escaped from the sea of ​​suffering and embarked on the path of cultivation. He was only ten years old that year.

I thought that if I became an "immortal", I wouldn't have to be bullied by others, but who knew that those low-level monks who had no future were in the same situation in the cultivation world as they were in the ordinary world where they were bullied.

As he talked, Qin Su even felt how ridiculous his young self was. He was clearly taught badly by that "rotten Confucian" father, sticking to the invisible and intangible so-called "strength of character", and let himself be reduced to that.

So he never makes noodles for himself to eat, only when necessary, he regards making noodles as a means of "showing favor".

Of course, this will definitely not be told to Fang Hui.

Xu Shi was fascinated by the words, and the movement of pulling the noodles in his hands stopped at some point. It was not until a pair of arms stretched out from his waist, hugging him tightly, that he came back to his senses, and took advantage of the situation to let himself relax and lean on the Put it back on your chest.

After a moment of silence, he tilted his head and laughed at himself: "It's because the teacher has talked too much, and I should be tired of listening to it."

Fang Hui shook his head and rested his chin on Qin Su's shoulder: "It's not annoying, I like to hear Master say these things."

He never knew that the high-ranking master also had such a past, which made people feel...distressed, no wonder the master never said it, and he thought it was true, a person who cares about face so much, he should not press this past tightly. Are you hiding it tightly?

Now, Master is willing to tell him, does it mean that he is already a very important person to Master?

Thinking of this, Fang Hui burst into bursts of joy for no reason, making his entire chest swell, and he felt that he needed to do something urgently to vent this emotion.

Taking advantage of the situation, he buried his head into Qin Su's neck, and he called "Master", "Master" over and over again.

Fang called back, and Qin Su responded with a smile, and for a while he was like two idiots, repeating meaningless conversations.

Calling and calling, Fang Hui took the initiative to kiss the back of Qin Su's neck. The soft and warm touch, full of enthusiasm, made Qin Su tremble, and even his body was involuntarily numb.

In the past, it was Qin Su who took the initiative. He never knew that when Fang Hui took the initiative, he would feel such a numb feeling. It was really fatal.

Qin Su opened his mouth to say something, but was so dumb that he couldn't make a sound.

It wasn't until he recovered his voice that he forced a smile and said, "Okay, let go of being a teacher. If this continues, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat the noodles at night."