The Demon Lord's Beginning Be Manual

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Cleaning the kitchen was a waste of Xie Yang's effort, as was tidying up the room. Although the small red plum buildings on Changliu Mountain were so large that they could occupy the entire top of the mountain, there were very few places that were actually used. He even suspected that even Jiang Shuyu hadn't been in some places like the sword room and the hot spring on the top of the mountain.

"Strange, with so much dust, how does Jiang Shuyu usually cook?"

In one pot, his spiritual power was still missing, and he was about to leave the stall and leave. Jiang Miaomiao practiced his sword in front of the door and "surveilled", surrounded by a circle of chickens, ducks, geese and rabbits waiting to be fed. He seemed to have entered the "wolf's den". Can't get out.

Xie Yang couldn't help sighing, thinking to himself: "I never thought that I would be reborn once, and be reduced to being an old mother..."

I don't know how long it took, until flames sprang out of the furnace hole, he took advantage of the situation to add some old firewood, and when he turned his head, he saw Jiang Miaomiao holding the sword still, staring at the flames in the furnace with wide eyes, as if very Surprise and novelty.

This makes the authenticity of Jiang Shuyu's cooking skills covered with a veil of mystery.

Xie Yang wiped the ashes off his face, without raising his head: "Senior brother Miao, I said you can just watch while I'm cleaning, why do I have to start a fire myself, do you know that these old firewood are Is it very troublesome to light it when it is wet and wet?"

Hearing Xie Yang's complaints, Jiang Miaomiao's first reaction was to frown, but after thinking about it carefully, he realized that there was nothing wrong with what Xie Yang said - even if he had good fist and kick skills, at least he was a newcomer to Changliu Mountain, so he threw them all... not too good.

After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Miaomiao put down his sword, ran to fetch a towel and handed it back to him, then explained: "The master said that playing with fire at my age would wet the bed."

Xie Yang: "..."

That old ghost Wen Yumian is really good at children's education.

After receiving the towel that had been soaked in warm water, Xie Yang was a little surprised: "Your boy still has a bit of a human face... Hey! For the sake of you and my senior brother, I advise you to leave Changliu Mountain as soon as possible."

He thought that there was a magic spell in Changliu Mountain, and the hearts of those who lived here for a long time would be frozen, and those one-sided warmth would be ashes floating on the surface, and the wind would disperse when the wind was a little stronger.

Jiang Miaomiao didn't like his sudden love and didn't know why, but she still said, "Where is Daddy, I will be here."

The implication is that it depends on whether Jiang Shuyu is willing to leave Changliu.

"Then I'm afraid you will be trapped here for the rest of your life." Xie Yang thought.

Jiang Miaomiao learned [-]% or [-]% of his father's stubbornness, Xie Yang knew it was useless to talk too much, just at this time the water boiled, so he stopped talking about it.

He picked up the white radish in his left hand, and kept peeling and dicing the knife in his right hand, which dazzled Jiang Miaomiao. When the water in the pot boiled, he poured the radish into it again, chanting while pouring, entertaining himself Le: "Little radish, little radish, white, tender, tender, fragrant and sweet, eat the little radish, and Yang Yang will grow tall...Why are you still here?"

Jiang Miaomiao, who stood on tiptoe facing the pot, looked at him sideways with a strange look, as if he was some shocking and rare fool in the world.

"What are you singing about, what carrot?" he asked.

"Oh, this." Xie Yang picked up another radish and shook it, "My mother and I used to have three meals a day with radishes, the nursery rhymes she sang to me... Do you want to learn it? ?”

Jiang Miaomiao shook her head like a rattle.

"Don't learn to pull it down." Xie Yang curled his lips, picked up the cabbage and fiddled with it for a while, then turned his head and saw Jiang Miaomiao still standing here with a face that had never seen the world, so he bent down and leaned in front of him and asked, "Young man, Don’t you like my brother and me? Don’t worry, I can’t run away. If you stand here and appreciate my kung fu, why don’t you go and feed the ‘senior brothers’ next to us.”

His big face was close at hand, and the flattery on it made the disgust on Jiang Miaomiao's face even worse. He immediately jumped away and cleaned up the "destroyed leaves" on the cutting board to feed the chickens.

"Wait." Xie Yang suddenly stopped him.

"Let the fart go."

Just when Jiang Miaomiao was ready to treat his next words as farts, Xie Yang found out a flower carved from a radish and handed it to him.

"Here, try to stay as late as possible...or don't come back." He said.

The radish turns into flowers, moist and translucent, and can be eaten.

Jiang Miaomiao's eyes lit up, the corners of her mouth curled up, but her face was still full of disdain: "Tch, who cares about you..."

After finishing speaking, he snatched the "radish flower" away, walked briskly, and ran out with the "senior brothers" in a bouncing manner.

It wasn't until his figure disappeared around the corner that Xie Yang withdrew his loving gaze and changed his face, grinning and grinning: "If you dare to let me do the cleaning by myself, you will be rewarded soon!"

The crock pot of sugar and salt was still placed in the familiar cabinet. It seemed that he hadn't touched any seasonings except spicy peppers. Xie Yang reached in and fished out the protagonist...

Of course he wouldn't openly do anything on other people's territory, he just taught them a lesson.

Jiang Shuyu doesn't like sweets.

Very disliked, a thousand percent disliked.

He once said that every ounce of sweetness tasted now will have a bitter backlash in the near future.

At that time, Xie Yang didn't know why, he just thought that Master not only knew how to wield weapons, but also was a great scholar, perfect to the extreme, now that I think about it, there are only two words to comment on——

Hypocritical.

In the small gazebo by the Qianhua Pond, Xie Yang set up a table full of vegetarian dishes of "Bitter Backbiting".He originally thought of killing two birds with one stone, but he didn't expect that Jiang Miaomiao stuffed his mouth full of chopsticks, like a refugee who had lost his sense of taste long ago.

Xie Yang: "... Is it delicious?"

"Sweet." Jiang Miaomiao commented briefly.

It turns out that there is still a taste...

When Jiang Shuyu heard "Sweet", his actions obviously paused, but probably he still wanted to save some face for his new disciples, so for the time being, he threw away the so-called "take less and take more" old example, imitating Jiang Miaomiao, I took a lot with one chopstick, and then carefully put it into my mouth with a bowl...

Immediately, he frowned suddenly, and his eyes moved down to the bowl, as if to see if Xie Yang had caught the sugar demon to stew.

Xie Yang was amused by the appearance of wanting to vomit or swallow, he couldn't stop laughing in his heart, but he pretended to be concerned and eager: "What's the matter, could it be that it tastes bad?"

Jiang Shuyu's pupils trembled slightly, and replied: "No."

"Then why don't you eat more, I think Brother Miaomiao eats a lot!"

"..."

Now that the words were spilled, and Xie Yang was still full of anticipation, Jiang Shuyu had to forcefully swallow what was in his mouth, and then went to grab another chopstick.

His rejection of sweets has reached the point where he never eats them. Eating so much at once is really a kind of torture for him, not even much worse than the discomfort of getting hurt from killing demons and beheading demons.

But Xie Yang just liked to see him like this, and when he finally swallowed it, he immediately filled his bowl with soup...

Grease and melted sugar particles floated on the surface, and the sweet and greasy fairy master couldn't hold it anymore. He covered his mouth and dropped the bowl to escape, and walked quickly to the edge of the lead flower pool...

The sweets I just ate just now are all congealed, and when I swallowed down my throat, my throat hurts, Jiang Shuyu's stomach is in a mess, the things are rolling up, but I can't spit out anything, uncomfortable tight.

Relying on Jiang Shuyu's forbearance, Xie Yang picked up two bowls of rice, and finally couldn't help laughing.

Jiang Shuyu's caring little padded jacket just slapped his head and came back to his senses: "I remembered, Daddy doesn't eat sweets!"

"Is it up to you to tell me?" Xie Yang secretly rolled his eyes.

It was very easy to tear his gaze away from the "beautiful scenery by the Qianhua Pond", Xie Yang turned his head and asked with a smile: "Do you like it?"

It should be, otherwise it would be two people who are uncomfortable by the pool now.

"Well," Jiang Miaomiao filled himself with a ladle of soup, opened his mouth and said, "But Dad won't let me eat more, saying it's bad for my teeth."

Xie Yang: "That's true."

The smell of clear water by the pool and the cool breeze relieved the nausea a bit. Jiang Shuyu stood up straight and regained his former aloofness and aloofness.

Xie Yang lost the fun and put his mind on Jiang Miaomiao, who appreciates his craft even more: "Then why are you different from your father? Are you your own?"

He was just saying it casually, but who knew that word or that word hit Jiang Miaomiao's fragile heart again, and he put the bowl and chopsticks on the table with a bang, and said coldly, "I'm full."

He took his cat to another place, and Xie didn't say a word...

"..."

Xie Yang looked at the ruthless back of the child who left after eating, and then looked at the messy cups and plates in front of him, and complained silently - Damn, do you really think I'm your old lady? !

[The author has something to say: Xie Yang in the monk period: Wow!Master is right!Master is great!blah blah...

After rebirth, Xie Yang: Pooh! 】