Chapter 12
When the sun sets, the sky is covered with clouds, which dye the sky crimson.
When Shen Ah Heng finished practicing and walked into the house, a tempting aroma wafted from the kitchen in the backyard.
Ashina Yu brought the last plate of stir-fried vegetables to the table. The vegetables in the porcelain plate were fresh and green, the chicken soup in the clay pot next to it was steaming, and two tempting fried golden eggs lay on the white rice with distinct grains.
Just smelling it makes your mouth water.
"Eat, eat."
Seeing Shen Aheng come in, Ashina Yu's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of warm light, and the Central Plains dialect was spoken more fluently than before, but the ending tone still had a little imperceptible stagnation.
Shen Aheng said nothing, sat down and picked up the chopsticks. He had just said yesterday, "I'm not a pig," but he couldn't slap his face, so he had to hold his temper.
When my eyes swept over him, I saw that the young man had a thin figure and was wearing clothes left by his master. The gray robe did not fit him well and was loose. The collar was slightly open, revealing a bit of fair skin on his neck. His hair was tied into a simple bun with a few strands of black hair hanging down, making his face look even more handsome.
He raised his hand, straightened his slightly disheveled clothes, and sat there quietly, exuding a cool and fragile energy. He looked like a green bamboo covered with moisture after the rain, so beautiful that people could not take their eyes off him.
Shen Ah Heng quickly summoned back his Taoist heart and lowered his head to eat with chopsticks.
But as soon as the dish entered his mouth, Shen Ah Heng couldn't help but feel a little broken.
It’s… so… delicious…
The vegetables are crispy, tender and refreshing, the fried eggs are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the inside is oozing when you bite into them. Even the chicken soup is so delicious that it's eyebrow-dropping, and it's even more delicious than meat.
Shen Ah Heng buried his head in eating, and before he knew it, he had finished his bowl of rice. He looked up and saw that most of the dishes on the table were still left.
But in the bowl in front of Ashina Yu, only half of the rice was touched, and he was slowly picking up some vegetables.
Shen Ah Heng clenched his chopsticks tightly with his fingers, and a fierce struggle between heaven and man occurred in his heart.
She just said yesterday that she was not a pig, and she ate so much today. Isn't she just contradicting herself? That's too embarrassing.
But there are so many leftovers, he definitely can’t finish them all by himself, and it would be a waste if he throws them away. What should he do?
Shen Ah Heng bit his lower lip, hesitating and struggling for a long time, and finally his appetite overcame the thickness of his face.
This Qingxiu Sect is her territory, she is the master here, she rescued him and treated his illness, he eats her food and wears her clothes, so what's wrong with her charging some interest?
Besides, the money for buying groceries and meals is all hers!
When Shen Ah Heng thought about this, he suddenly felt confident, so he put down his chopsticks and pretended to be calm as he reached out to grab the rice bucket on the table.
Before her fingertips touched the wooden spoon, Ashina Yu opposite her suddenly put down her bowl and chopsticks, stood up, picked up the rice bucket, and skillfully scooped a full bowl of rice for her. She also deliberately pressed the rice down and added a small spoonful, making the rice pile up high in the bowl like a small hill.
Chen Ahheng: ￥%#%……&*%￥……
When Ashina Yu handed the meal to her, her eyes sparkled with the afterglow, and her tone was filled with a subtle joy: "Eat more."
Shen Ah Heng looked at the bowl of rice that was overflowing, then looked at his expectant eyes, and swallowed the words "Pour it back" that were on the tip of his tongue. He sighed resignedly and took the bowl: "Okay, okay, then I'll force myself to eat a little more so that the food won't be wasted."
Although the words were said reluctantly, the chopsticks moved immediately with great honesty.
When Ashina Yu saw Shen Aheng start eating again, her pale lips curved quietly, and she sat down again and picked up her chopsticks, but the frequency of picking up food was much slower, and her eyes would fall on her face from time to time.
As expected, when Shen Aheng finished sweeping the dishes on the table and put down his chopsticks again, he was already full.
My stomach feels round and it feels like everything I eat is stuck in my throat.
I told you not to be greedy again!
Shen Ah Heng was savoring the aftertaste while feeling full of regret. He silently picked up the tea on the table and drank it, trying to hide the embarrassment on his face, but his eyes drifted uncontrollably to the person opposite him.
Ashina Yu was seen clearing the dishes neatly, piling up the empty plates and bowls, like a diligent little snail.
He moved very quietly, without making any sound, but there seemed to be a smile on his face, and even the way he cleared the dishes was more brisk than usual.
"Um... leave the bowl there, I'll wash it later." Shen Ah Heng put down the teacup and pretended to be calm, wanting to say something to make amends, but Ashina Yu had already walked towards the kitchen with the bowls and chopsticks, leaving only a not very neat sentence: "You, take a rest. Let me, do it."
Looking at his back as he walked into the kitchen, Shen Ah Heng's face was wooden and he sighed softly.
Forget it, this little snail is so naive, how could he understand the issue of a girl's face!
The days in the mountains were always exceptionally long, without any worldly worries, and no patients came. Shen Ahheng was a person who lived for the day, and with sufficient supplies in the sect recently, he didn't want to go out to practice medicine to make money. He practiced martial arts, ate, and slept every day, leading a very comfortable life.
After dinner that day, it was still early. Shen Ah Heng woke up from his nap and saw that it was not yet completely dark outside. The western sky was dyed with a large area of orange sunset.
Thinking of the herbs drying in the yard, I had to bring them into the house before the sun sets completely to prevent them from getting wet by dew at night.
Shen Ah Heng went out with a bamboo basket, squatted in front of the bamboo plaque and started sorting.
Not long after, a faint fragrance suddenly came into my nose, lingering gently around it.
Shen Aheng paused in twisting the licorice, and when he looked up, he saw Ashina Yu squatting beside him at some point. The hem of his gray robe was stained with some grass debris, but he didn't look embarrassed at all. He imitated her, picked up a handful of dried grass with his pale fingertips, and shook it gently and carefully to sift out the dirt on it.
His movements were slow and careful. A few strands of black hair fell from his bun and brushed across his fair neck, making his profile look handsome and gentle.
Perhaps noticing her gaze, he looked up at her with a faint smile in his eyes: "Let's do it together, quickly."
As he spoke, the subtle fragrance from his body drifted over again with his movements, mixed with the softness of grass and trees. He looked just like a little male demon who had just transformed, was naive and inexperienced, but had the ability to bewitch people.
Shen Aheng couldn't help but hold his breath and secretly pinched his palm to prevent himself from pushing the little male demon away.
Oh, what should I do if this child loves to work so much?
We can't let her do it all alone.
After all, she is so lazy.
The two men squatted side by side in the yard picking herbs, with the bamboo basket placed in the middle. Ashina Yu straightened the dried licorice into bundles, while Shen Aheng picked out the ones that were not dried well and put them back into the bamboo basket.
After this period of training, Ashina Yu has become a perfect little snail. His fingers are very deft. He wraps the roots of the herbs several times and then ties them gently. He seems to have obsessive-compulsive disorder. When he stacks the tied herbs in the basket, they are neatly arranged, with almost no difference in height.
When sorting herbs, his shoulder gently touched her arm. Occasionally, when he couldn't tell the herb seedlings apart, he would lean sideways, hold up the herbs with roots in his fingers, and come to her to ask.
His breath was light as he spoke, his tone a little awkwardly serious, brushing gently against her ears, and the unique fragrance of his body drifted over again.
Every time he got close, Shen Ah Heng's heart immediately felt like it was being scratched by a cat's claws. He couldn't handle the herbs in his hand and could only pretend to be calm and pick at the bamboo plaster, using the movement of arranging the herbs to cover up his feelings. He cursed himself eight hundred times in his heart, what a waste! He was a naive white sweet who couldn't even speak the Central Plains dialect fluently. He probably had never heard of the etiquette of "men and women should not touch each other". He didn't know it, but didn't you know it too?
Even though I thought this in my mind, my eyes couldn't help but drift towards his face.
In the setting sun, the profile of his face was hazy and soft, the curve of his jaw was clean and sharp, his brows were slightly furrowed, he was carefully distinguishing the herbs, his long eyelashes blinking gently, like a butterfly with its wings folded.
The more Shen Ahheng looked at him, the more she felt that this frail yet gorgeous young man in front of her seemed to have really integrated into the days in the mountains, and added some subtle waves to her day-to-day life in the mountains.
"This, Bupleurum, or Astragalus?"
Just as she was in a daze, Ashina Yu suddenly came over and shook the dry herbs in her hand in front of her eyes, completely unaware of how close they were.
His collar was already loose, and now it was slightly open, revealing the skin underneath. His handsome face seemed to be soaked in moonlight, making people forget to breathe.
His action was completely unconscious, and his breath, carrying his alluring fragrance, gently brushed against her nose.
Shen Aheng was startled by his sudden approach, his mind went blank, and he could only hear the sound of his own "booming" heartbeat, as if it was about to jump out of his throat.
The herbs in her hand fell to the ground with a "pop". She leaned back suddenly and almost fell down. The next second, Ashina Yu dropped the hay in her hand, stretched out his slender pale hand towards her, his eyes full of panic.
Shen Aheng's brain suddenly got hot, and before he could touch it, he quickly raised his hand and slapped his hand away. The force was neither light nor heavy, and a light "pop" sound was heard.
Ashina Yu's slender fingers froze in mid-air, with a hint of confusion in his eyes, like a little animal that was suddenly pushed away by someone.
"No, no, no, I don't need your help! I can walk by myself!"
Shen Aheng spoke quickly, patting the dust off her buttocks. She couldn't help but feel lucky in her heart that she had reacted quickly just now, otherwise she would have been ruined.
She was so easily influenced by male beauty. Once the news got out, her name, Shen Aheng, the leader of the Qingxiu Sect, would become a laughing stock in the martial arts world. How would she survive in the future?
No, no, no, absolutely not.
Shen Ah Heng made up his mind to stay away from this little male demon first, so as not to fall in front of him next time. He cleared his throat, calmly picked up the fallen hay from the ground, stuffed it into the bamboo basket, and said, "Let's pick these today, and pick the rest after they are dried tomorrow."
After saying that, she quickly turned around and walked into the house, her steps steady and even, as if she was not the one who almost fell just now.
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