Brothers and sisters are all big brothers, but I am a small waste

Chapter 1068

But listening to this voice, why doesn't she look like she's being imprisoned at all, but rather like she's here to enjoy a peaceful life?
"Miss Ziyun, you said that pork belly should not be too fat or too thin. How can it be fat or thin? Also, it shouldn't be too old or too raw, it shouldn't be too bland or too salty, and the suckling pig shouldn't be too big or too small. It can’t be too burnt or not burnt, by the way, there is also lotus leaf and lotus seed porridge, it can’t be too watery, it can’t be too dry, and the lotus seeds can’t be too much or too little, so how can it be considered suitable?” Then, a man’s voice came from the yard. Tangled and helpless voice.

"Nonsense, how is it suitable? Don't you know how to weigh it yourself? You are still at the peak of Jindan, and you can't even cook. My uncle Huai'an was only at the early stage of Jindan, and I can cook well. Just right." Jiang Ziyun said contemptuously.

"But, but I really don't have the talent, and I really can't grasp the heat." The man's voice was even more helpless.Even across a courtyard gate, Lu Qingli could imagine his pitiful appearance.

It can't be too fat, it can't be too thin, it can't be too old, it can't be too raw, it can't be too salty, it can't be too big, it can't be too small, it can't be too burnt, it can't be burnt... To be honest, even Lu Qingli doesn't know how to cook this kind of food, let alone others.

"I really have no talent, so go down, and I'll continue to write spells for your master. But I don't have any other hobbies, I just like eating.

If I don’t eat well, I will lose my mind, and when I lose my mind, I can’t remember clearly. In case I make a few typos, your master will go crazy, and I will burn myself into a roast suckling pig with a record of Huowu Tianxiang. You can't blame me, it's all because of you.

Oh, by the way, I see, you have long been displeased with that woman surnamed Chang, wishing she would die soon, right?Let me just say, after so many days, you can't even learn a few home-cooked dishes. This is not the aptitude that the peak of Jindan should have, so it is this..." Jiang Ziyun said lazily, and then suddenly Excited like a sudden inspiration.

"Okay, okay, don't say anything, I'll do it now, can't I just do it now?" The man was obviously taken aback, and quickly interrupted her, with a hint of crying in his voice.

"Long dim sum this time, if the braised pork belly is too fat or too thin, too old or too raw, too salty or too bland, the charcoal-roasted suckling pig is too burnt or too tender, the tea lotus seed porridge is too bitter or tasteless, too watery or If it is too thick, then you can only make another copy.

There is no way, I am also thinking about your master, you know, if I don’t eat well, I will lose my mind and become distracted...Of course, if you want your master to die, then treat me as something Didn't say anything. "Footsteps walked towards the corner of the yard, Jiang Ziyun gave another instruction.

"Bang!" Lu Qingli and the others clearly heard the sound of someone slamming their head on the door, and then there was a suppressed sob.

Lu Qingli and the others looked at each other, only then did they realize that Chang Herong put Jiang Ziyun under house arrest in order to force her to hand over the cultivation method of Huowu Tianxiang.

This technique has been handed down since the end of the Dharma Era. Except for Lu Qingli and Jiang Ziyun, no one has really understood the essence of it. It is no wonder that Chang Herong would hit her with his idea-no way, even if she wanted to play with Lu Qingli. No chance.

But she obviously made a wrong decision. The reason why Jiang Ziyun was able to comprehend Huowu Tianxiang was all forced by Lu Qingli, even if she wanted to, she couldn't hand it over.

What's worse is that Chang Herong not only made the wrong idea, but also completely underestimated Miss Jiang Ziyun's playful nature... With Jiang Xianyun such a brazen master who even lied to himself, how could Miss Jiang He is such a bully master.

Under the guise of transcribing the manual for Chang Herong, Jiang Ziyun not only didn't suffer, but actually tormented her confidant quite a lot.

Hearing the muffled sound of slamming the door, and the helpless sobs that followed, Lu Qingli and the others felt secretly sad.

"I'm a little tired, you, come here and squeeze my shoulders and legs." Then, Jiang Ziyun yawned again from the yard.

"You've been writing for half an afternoon, and you've only written less than ten words in total, are you tired?" A slightly hoarse voice said impatiently, it sounds like you're really old.

"I can't help it, you are poisoned and sealed, I can't use my cultivation at all now, I am worse than an ordinary person, can I not get tired after sitting like this for a day?
Besides, I need to use my brain. This technique has been handed down to the present and it is full of fragments. I learned a little bit from east to west, and I can’t remember how I learned it. If you accidentally write it wrong, it will hurt you What if the owner of the house got mad and burned himself into a roast suckling pig?
Could it be that you, like him, wish that the woman surnamed Chang would die sooner? "Jiang Ziyun repeated his old trick and said threateningly.

"Chang Herong's death is nothing to do with her old body. She is just whimsical. She actually wants to practice Huowu Tianxiang, and she doesn't even look at her aptitude." The old woman said angrily, making it clear that she didn't take Chang Herong seriously. .

"Well, you don't care about Chang Herong's life or death, so what about my marriage, don't you care?" Jiang Ziyun changed the topic.

"What do you mean?" the old woman asked suspiciously, but her voice became obviously solemn.

"Look, I'm so tired. If I accidentally take a nap and fall on the table and bump into my face and disfigure me, what will happen to the marriage? How will you explain to Gu Jianxianmen when the time comes? ?” Jiang Ziyun said.

Threat, this is clearly the threat of Chi Guoguo.

"Su Ziyun, you!" The old woman's voice trembled with anger.

"What are you, hurry up and squeeze my shoulders and beat my legs, are you really going to force me to disfigure me?
Also, I haven't recognized my ancestors yet, and I haven't even met my grandfather, so my name is Jiang Ziyun, not Su Ziyun, please stop shouting. "Jiang Ziyun said impatiently.

"Okay, okay." The old woman's voice trembled even more, but the footsteps moved helplessly in Jiang Ziyun's direction.

"The point is, you haven't eaten."

"Take it easy, you want to crush someone to death, how will you explain to Gu Jian Xianmen if you crush me to death?"

"It's still half a step away from Zifu's cultivation. I can't pinch my shoulders or beat my legs. I don't know who I have cultivated in these years."

"By the way, I don't mean to scold you. Don't think about it. Well, by the way, make me a cup of spiritual tea to refresh me. Don't be too hot. I'm afraid it will be hot. Don't be too cold. I'm also afraid of cold. I want it to be half-cooled." It’s fine if it’s half hot. By the way, how can you say that you are also a strong man in the Zifu, and if you can’t do other things well, you can always do this little thing well, right?” Next, Jiang Ziyun was full of disdain and contempt. Ramble.

(End of this chapter)