Wen Yuzhao stood there, stunned, and remained silent for a moment.
I sat down opposite the gingerbread man, carrying the food box.
When did you wake up?
Open the food box and take out the food.
"There's chicken noodle soup, eight-treasure duck, and steamed sea bass. Junior sister, eat it while it's hot."
"I just woke up and I'm hungry."
Gingerbread took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth. "Second Brother, where is Master?"
Wen Yuzhao couldn't help but laugh, "Master and the sect leader went to get the Blood Lotus."
"Pfft—" Gingerbread almost spat out the tea that had just entered her mouth. "Master, you can't just pick one person to fleece!"
“Master said you have a sweet tooth, and maybe the smell of blood lotus will wake you up.” Wen Yuzhao pushed the chicken noodle soup in front of Jiang Bingbing and handed her a pair of chopsticks.
“Oh~”
For some reason, her nose felt sore.
"Where are Senior Sister and Peacock?"
Gingerbread lowered its head and took a bite of noodles.
Wen Yuzhao's subordinates worked tirelessly to remove the fish bones from her fish. "Eldest Sister just left. Master sent Third Junior Brother down the mountain to buy New Year's goods. He was just complaining about why he was made to run errands, and then Master scolded him."
"Hehe, luckily I didn't wake up, otherwise I would have been picked up by the peacock and made to do hard labor with him."
Gingerbread picked up a piece of fish and stuffed it into his mouth.
"So delicious!"
"If it tastes good, eat more."
The two chatted about trivial matters of Xianyu Peak, just like before.
Everything that happened at the Prince's Tomb seemed to have never happened.
Gingerbread promised Wen Yu that the meeting would be kept secret.
I definitely won't tell anyone.
Wen Yuzhao kept picking fish bones with his eyes lowered. If the sect leader Wuya and his master ever found out about these things, they would definitely not keep him in the Sword Sect.
The junior sister's thinking was a bit too simplistic.
That's all.
Let's just take it one day at a time.
otherwise.
I wonder what this little girl will do.
Wen Yuzhao glanced at Jiang Bingbing's wrist, which was wrapped in fine cloth, still unable to forget that slender hand dragging the ice coffin, the wrist bone being squeezed so hard that it was bloody and the bone inside was exposed.
Think of this.
He slightly raised his gaze and looked at his junior sister's cheek.
I don't know when, but my chubby junior sister has lost so much weight.
My chin has become more pointed.
My face looks smaller.
It made her round almond-shaped eyes appear even larger and brighter.
It is also more clearly defined by black and white.
"Second Brother." Ginger Cake called out, but there was no response.
She stuck her head into Wen Yuzhao's line of sight, and Wen Yuzhao's heart skipped a beat. "Junior sister, you're so scary!"
"Sorry, senior brother, could you make me some more Shambhala beef jerky and Bobo chicken?"
Wen Yuzhao responded with an "Oh," and asked, "How many?"
Gingerbread picked up the bowl, took a sip of the noodle soup, squinted his eyes, and said thoughtfully, "Make one hundred catties of each."
A row of black lines appeared on the back of Wen Yuzhao's head.
After waiting for Jiang Bingbing to finish her meal inside the house, and telling her to rest well, Wen Yuzhao tidied up the empty bowls and plates and put them into the food box. He picked up the food box and walked to the door, but stopped in his tracks. He turned back and said hesitantly, "Junior Sister."
Gingerbread: "Huh?"
Wen Yuzhao's head was already spinning from thinking about the two hundred-pound task. He asked meaningfully, "Are you sure you brought me back because of our sect's bond?"
"Yeah, right!" Gingerbread scratched her cheek and waved her hand shyly. "Absolutely."
"You'd better be." Wen Yuzhao pushed open the door and went out with a disbelieving expression.
The two doors swayed in the wind.
He now feels like this little girl just wants him to come back and continue making beef jerky and Sichuan-style boiled chicken.
What happened to the second senior brother?
Gingerbread looked completely innocent.
Old Huang emerged from the wishing lantern.
She pointed to the two doors creaking and rattling in the cold wind and asked, "Is he angry?"
Old Huang put his hands on his hips and said solemnly, "I'm afraid so."
"Is 100 jin too much? I've made much more before and I've never seen Second Senior Brother get angry. I was just thinking that since it's almost the New Year, I should send some to the peak masters in the name of Immortal Jade Peak."
Old Huang: "You're quite savvy when it comes to social niceties."
Gingerbread shook its head proudly and said, "Of course, there's a lot to learn here."
"Where is our Senior Fen Jue?" Old Huang floated around the room. "Without seeing Senior Fen Jue's peerless handsome face, I can't even write a short essay."
"..." Gingerbread rolled her eyes. "Xiao Jue, your brainless fan is calling you."
"!!!"
Old Huang rushed up to Ginger Cake, "How dare you! How could you address Senior Fen Jue like that?"
He is a legendary figure in the cultivation world, an invincible swordsman who founded a sect with unparalleled strength!
Gingerbread was too lazy to waste his breath on brainless fans, so he told Fenjue to come out and meet his fans.
The next second.
The red-clad swordsman appeared, leaning lazily against the table.
"Little Huang, what's up?"
Old Huang felt that Senior Fenjue's tone of voice was exactly the same as that of that brat.
"Hehehe, it's nothing, it's just that I haven't seen your unparalleled charm for so long, I really miss it."
Fen Jue rolled up his sleeves, picked up the brush on the table, and wrote a prescription. "Take this to Spirit Medicine Peak and have your Senior Brother Xie (something like that) refine a batch of Cultivation Pills."
His gaze fell on the white cloth wrapped around Gingerbread's wrist. "Your wound is so deep that you can see the bone. Even if you take the Rejuvenation Pill, it will probably leave some scars."
Gingerbread shrugged nonchalantly, "It's nothing, just a few scars!"
Fenjue frowned.
She doesn't care about herself at all.
Old Huang floated over, groaning, "Little girl, other fairies take internal and external medicines every day to maintain their faces and skin. How can you let your fair and tender skin have scars? Go to Spirit Medicine Peak quickly."
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