Salted Fish Demon Zun refuses to work overtime [Transmigration Book]

Zhao Wan's window sashes were not assembled until the evening, during which Mo Mo Tang worriedly asked many times if his time would be wasted, but the answer he got was no.

Zhao Wan said that she has no assignments for the time being.

This is very strange.

Also very unusual.

Mo Motang thought over and over again, but still didn't dare to ask Zhao Wan whether he had accepted an apprentice or not.

Zhao Wan was the first to mention it.

Suddenly and bluntly, tell him that he has no apprentices, no matter when the disciples are in the general election or at any other time.

When Shen Motang began to doubt his ears, Zhao Wan gave an explanation.

"I don't think I can teach people."

Mo Mo nodded subconsciously.

If you read the original text, you will know that this is true.

In other words, you will know after a little getting along.

But no matter how you look at it right now, it is not an occasion where you should nod. Mo Motang suddenly came to his senses, and hurriedly made amends, with a bit of hypocritical regret, "Is that so?"

Zhao Wan nodded in response.

Mo Motang couldn't figure out whether Zhao Wan wanted to continue this topic, but he knew that it would be dangerous to continue touching this topic.

A little devil recorded all the abnormalities of the celestial phenomena, and finally delivered them to his desk.

He compared them one by one, and although he couldn't be sure, it probably had something to do with some of the words he said.

It felt strange, like a reaction to something he was pressing on on Mid-Autumn Festival, and like another existence that was completely different from it.

After all, the former will not convey unhappiness through astronomical phenomena.

If it's that thing that has been modified, it's like he didn't say anything.

Mo Motang couldn't tell the difference, so he had to avoid the topic and asked Xiang Zhaowan, "What do you want for dinner tonight?"

Zhao Wan raised her eyes, and said without any hesitation, "Okay."

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Before Shen Motang could completely smelt the iron pot, his courtyard door was knocked urgently.

Mo Motang hurriedly removed the flames in the hearth, and just as he walked out of the kitchen, he saw Zhao Wan standing in front of the door.

It was not Zhao Wan who opened the door.

Song Bai was so irascible that he couldn't wait for someone to open the door for him, so he pushed open the courtyard door vigorously and miraculously.

Is this normal?

Absolutely not!

Long love can't break his barrier.

Even if Song Bai is led astray by the little devils, he is still a mortal in essence!

Mo Motang was stunned.

Dazed in a daze, he suddenly discovered that there was a black rope moving on the back of Song Baihuai's head.

Take a closer look, isn't it the tail of the black mist?

Hei Wu and Song Bai came together?

Black mist, black mist.

He does seem to be a bit magical.

It was unlucky to bump into Zhao Wan's sword back then, and the reason was also that he unconsciously broke through the barrier that Zhao Wan had set up.

So, Song Bai was able to push his door open because he hung the black mist around his neck?

so easy to use?

Not so much.

Maybe it's because of Black Mist's new body?After all, it was something he refined.

But no matter what the facts were, Zhao Wan didn't know about it at all, and of course she wouldn't be surprised even if she knew, she just saluted in a hurry, and quickly went to pick up the food box in Song Bai's hand.

Food box?

He can understand the square food box in his hand, but what about the charcoal stove and casserole beside him?

Shen Motang continued his stuttering steps in a daze, walked towards Song Bai, and unconsciously said, "Master Song?"

Song Bai turned his head and glared at him, obviously he was kind to Zhao Wan just now!

Shen Motang suddenly felt a strange sense of oppression, "What, what's wrong?"

The anger in Song Bai's eyes did not diminish at all, and he scolded: "I still want to ask you! Why didn't you tell me when you were sick, and let Ping Wa'er coax me to lie to me, so why don't you let me go out?"

Silent Tang blinked.

Like, he couldn't tell Song Bai either.

The fever came on suddenly, and it was not easy for him to be forcibly awakened by the little devils and return to his own yard, and his mind was muddled.

He didn't think he could have that obsession, that he could give instructions to the little devil to hide Song Bai at that time.

So it should be the result of the little devils' own discussions, although it should be so.

But looking at Song Bai blowing his beard and staring at him, he felt a little guilty, there was a difference between what should be and what was actually the case.

Mo Motang rubbed his nose, tried to forcefully change the subject and said, "If I tell you, will you come to see me?"

Song Bai almost doubted his own ears, and his tone was even more unhappy, "It will definitely be!"

Mo Motang smiled, "But, what if it infects you?"

Song Bai still intends to quibble.

Mo Motang didn't want to continue this topic, so he put his palms together quickly, "So forgive me!"

After a while, Song Bai sighed, and said proudly: "Drink the soup!"

Mo Motang thought secretly in his heart, and rushed to lift the stove without raising his head, the stove was already floating in the air before his hand touched the handle.

He didn't do it himself.

Mo Motang looked up at Zhao Wan, Zhao Wan blinked, and turned his gaze to Song Bai's shoulder.

Feeling the sight, Hei Wu puffed up his chest proudly, almost falling backwards, but he still didn't forget to explain to him, "Returning to the Lord, I was ordered by Changqing to help."

Mo Motang nodded, and boasted casually: "It's good to respect the old and love the young."

Heiwu was even more proud when he heard the words, and really leaned back and fell on his back, so anxious that Song Bai and him rushed to meet him.

In the end, Zhao Wan's long sword with its scabbard rushed over to catch it just before it fell to the ground.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that Heiwu's dark face was already a little pale, and he didn't dare to move at all while sitting on the tip of the scabbard.

Oh yes, so far he hasn't let Hei Wu know how his body is missing, otherwise Hei Wu might jump up on the spot.

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It is said to be soup, but it is really soup.

A whole old hen is stewed in the casserole. The soup is clear and fragrant.

Song Bai first served him a bowl with two stars of emerald green chives, very tempting.

Mo Motang simply and neatly pushed Song Bai's wrist, and pushed the bowl in Song Bai's hand in front of Zhao Wan. Under the eyes of several pairs of puzzled eyes, he pressed Song Bai's wrist down again, so that the porcelain bowl was placed firmly on Zhao Wan's face. before.

"He worked hard, give him first."

Song Bai understood, and really let go.

Zhao Wan turned her head to look at him, her thin lips were about to part, and the word "Shen" almost blurted out.

Mo Motang quickly raised his index finger to his lips, hissed lightly, and mouthed each word: Tangtang, Want to give, Ah Wan.

Zhao Wan looked away, and landed on the small porcelain white bowl, clear soup base, and emerald green onion leaves, but her ears couldn't help but turn red.

Fortunately, Hei Wu stood on the chair all the time, handing an empty bowl to Song Bai with difficulty, and Song Bai lowered his head and was busy continuing to fill the soup, no one could see.

Except for Silent Tang.

Shen Motang pretended not to care, and took the soup bowl that Song Bai handed over again in a good mood, thanked him, took a sip to taste the taste, and then praised Song Bai for his good craftsmanship.

Song Bai endured it for a while, and finally smiled awkwardly, "Then drink more."

Shen Motang responded, and opened the food box under Song Bai's signal, and took everything out.

It seems to be thinking that he has just recovered from his illness. The dishes look very light, with a lot of vegetables and bright colors, which is very appetizing.

Mo Motang couldn't hold back a sigh of admiration.

Song Baisheng liked the portion of the black mist, and then served it to himself at the end, "These dishes are all sent from the back mountain, and there are also a lot of spirit herbs and ginseng fruits for seasoning. By the way, there is also this chicken, which was sent by someone. It's time to be reluctant, and several eggs are laid a day."

Mo Motang smiled embarrassedly, but was a little relieved that no matter how reluctant he was, the harvest from his Houshan Farm could finally be put on the table.

Heiwu is small, and he can't see the table at all when he is placed on the chair, but he doesn't care if he can see who is on the table, and he immerses himself in the soup.

Song Bai seemed to regard Hei Wu as a domestic kitten, and put an empty plate in front of him, and kept feeding him food.

Heiwu Hululu said thanks, he was not picky, and the food was delicious.

Song Bai's sense of accomplishment is simply not too high.

Mo Motang poked and ate his meal, occasionally responding to Song Bai's questions. It seemed that the little devils had told Song Bai the general idea, but they had obscured many details.

After all, the details are in his enchantment.

Apart from him, the only one who knew was Zhao Wan who was next to him.

Song Bai knew what to ask and what not to ask, and when he learned that Zhao Wan had been guarding him all night, tears filled his eyes.

If it weren't for the dining table and the silent Tang, Song Bai would have wished he could have grabbed Zhao Wan's hand, his voice trembling, "Thanks to you, my baby was able to meet you, it's really Very good."

This made Shen Motang a little at a loss, immediately put down the bowl and chopsticks, but there was still no place to put his hands and feet, who can tell him, what should he do in this situation?

Looking for a handkerchief?

He never seems to have this on him, where is it in the mustard?Will there be?

Unexpectedly, when Shen Motang was struggling, Song Bai suddenly turned to him, with tears in his eyes, he said suddenly: "What do you think, baby?"

Shen Motang was stunned, and didn't realize why he would go around him, but seeing the tears that would fall from him if he didn't do anything else, he nodded hurriedly and said: "Yes, very right."

Song Bai was very pleased, pretending to wipe away the tears that hadn't shed, turned to Zhao Wan, and said earnestly: "It's not easy for my baby to grow up so big, I'm afraid I will suffer a lot without me, I believe you, I I leave him to you."

Zhao Wan glanced sideways at Shen Motang, looked at Song Bai again amidst Shen Motang's doubts, and nodded her head.

Eh?

Wait, did you understand you just nodded?

Why can't I understand at all, do you understand?tell me?

Shen Motang unconsciously opened his eyes wide, still staring at Zhao Wan's deep but inexplicably calm eyes as usual, wishing he could engrave the words "I don't understand" into his sight and pass it on to Zhao Wan.

Zhao Wan looked sideways, met his gaze, and blinked calmly.

On the other side, Song Bai was relieved, a smile appeared instantly, and the eyes he looked at the two were so moved.

Mo Motang's scalp felt numb all the time.

It's not that he said, why is Song Bai so angry with "love" in his "love".

Also, how could this scene be so familiar?

This kind of strong buying and selling has some strange logic, and I always feel like I have encountered it somewhere.

At this time, the special edition clock of Shuangyue Sect reported the time accurately, with the voice of Mu Mo Tang pretending to be indifferent.

Hei Wu, who was sitting on the chair and feasting, shook his ears.

Suddenly, Hei Wu thought of something, sniffed at Song Bai, and then jumped into Song Bai's arms.

Without saying a word, he burrowed into Song Bai's arms, bit out a small bottle, and said vaguely: "Song Xiansen, don't you remember to eat it?"

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