"Practice makes perfect. I'm actually the best at barbecue. I told you, during those years in the mountains, I lived in the open air for a long time. Back then, the temple only had bedrooms, not even a kitchen. It was only later that I slowly rebuilt the stove and started eating stir-fried dishes."
The master only knew how to buy salt, and it was thoughtful of him to remember to bring him pots, pans, rice and flour. He really couldn't expect too much. Later, he read various herbal books and learned to go to the mountains to find wild vegetables that could be used for seasoning.
He even worked out a braised meat recipe with less medicinal flavor, suitable for those with a light taste. Even his master liked it very much and said that life is a training ground for people. It was a great deal for him to take in an apprentice and also get a chef as a chef.
After dinner, He Ruixue took the initiative to wash the dishes. The housework was shared equally and the division of labor was clear.
After washing the pot, she wiped the water off her hands and saw Jiang Yanxu take out a cushion from somewhere, then sit cross-legged on it and meditate with his eyes closed.
She lowered her head and poked his shoulder, "Don't tell me you're going to sleep like this tonight?"
"Well, if you meditate, just four hours can equal eight hours of sleep."
"How about I pull you a rope and you sleep on it?"
His eyelashes cast fan-shaped shadows, and without opening his eyes, he said calmly, "You are joking, sir. How can you sleep on a rope?"
"How good do you think you are sleeping on a futon?"
He Ruixue was so angry that she pulled his pigtail and turned to look at the wooden sofa. When she bought it, she chose a large size so that he could lie down comfortably. It was two meters long, enough for him to sleep on.
"Wait, I'll bring you two quilts. You can sleep in the living room tonight. Don't refuse. It's not my way to treat guests badly."
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