Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Three days passed in a flash, and Xu San completely transformed into a teacher in these three days.

The relationship between teachers and students develops very quickly.

At the same time, on the morning of the fourth day, I received the news from the newsboy that the monk had left.

"Is Wushuang back?" Xu San handed over the payment of 2 cents of French currency.

"Back!" the newsboy answered quietly as he took the money.

"Has she gone home?" Xu San continued to ask.

"No, I'm currently living in the residence arranged by the Taoist Master. I seem to be waiting for Ji Yun to leave."

Xu San smiled faintly and said, "It seems like I, the teacher, should pay a home visit."

The newsboy turned around and left. It was not easy for him to get involved in other teachers' affairs.

In the evening, Xu San took Mia Zi to visit her home.

Miyako still attaches great importance to this visit. After all, she is her husband's most valued disciple. As a master's wife, she still has to show the demeanor that a master's wife should have.

In terms of dressing, she chose a cheongsam, which Xu San customized for her a few days ago.

Long hem and high slit.

It's a pity that there are no flesh-colored stockings, and Miyako is not tall enough, so she always seems to have a little taste.

In the end, Xu San did not let her wear death clothes, and chose bare legs and plain high heels.

In late autumn, this kind of outfit still tests your ability to withstand the cold.

Seeing Miyako walking around in front of the mirror, satisfied and not feeling cold at all, Xu San couldn't help but sigh again, women can really suffer for the sake of beauty.

Xu San himself chose a mandarin jacket instead of a Japanese-style kimono.

Dressed like this, the two of them still look like a couple.

Miyako smiled faintly in front of the mirror, enjoying the time the two of them looked in the mirror together.

He didn't eat dinner, so Xu San left some food in his stomach.

Although he was rich, he could save money whenever he could, and the Ji family's cooks were pretty good and their Sichuan cuisine was excellent, which made Xu San very nostalgic.

At the gate of Ji's house, Zhang Fengling personally greeted her and helped Miyako get out of the carriage.

Looking at the couple's Chinese-style outfits, Zhang Fengling smiled and said, "This outfit suits Miss Miyako very well. It's very beautiful."

"Thank you!" Miyako bowed and thanked her, her manners were dignified and elegant. The cultivation of the legitimate daughter of a big family is not just a formality. It is the result of years of accumulation. In fact, she is just not a good person. Miss Ji, who does not look very serious, does not look very serious in formal occasions. Able to speak elegantly and gracefully.

On the one hand, it was a home visit, and on the other hand, it was a formal visit, but without seeing Miss Ji, Xu San was still a little surprised, "Where is Wushuang-chan?"

"The eldest lady is under lockdown and cannot leave the house." Zhang Fengling said with a smile.

"So~" Xu San asked in a low voice with the same smile, "It wasn't Miss Ji that day, was it?"

Zhang Fengling paused slightly, "Did you notice?"

"After all, you are my disciple, you can still tell if it is real or fake." Xu San said and took Mia Zi into Ji Mansion.

After entering the mansion and walking only a few steps, he saw Ji Wushuang coming up to him, "Teacher, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

Then he bowed to Miyako again, "Hello, Mrs. Miyako."

"Hello, Wushuang-chan." Miyako responded with a smile, then took out a beautifully wrapped box and handed it over.

The eldest lady took it with both hands and felt it was heavy, "Thank you, Master."

"He has been busy all afternoon with the snacks made by your wife." Xu San said what the gift was.

"That's really good. I didn't expect my master's wife to have such a skill. I will taste it carefully later." Ji Wushuang said politely. Her first impression of Miyako, the little mistress, was pretty good, and the Chinese cheongsam was a plus.

The food had been prepared long ago. As soon as Xu San arrived, the cook would start cooking. Soon, the red-colored Sichuan cuisine would be served on the table.

Zhang Fengling spoke first and said, "Mr. Edogawa's invitation was late, otherwise my cook would be able to prepare those non-spicy Sichuan dishes."

Xu San picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of twice-cooked pork, "No, those kinds of dishes are Kung Fu dishes and not suitable for family banquets."

For Sichuan cuisine that is heavy on salt, oil, and spiciness, it would still be very harmful to eat Miazi that is used to light taste.

Especially the hot and spicy Mapo Tofu made him cry.

Xu San wiped her tears with a handkerchief and said, "If you can't eat it, just eat something not spicy."

Miyako nodded and noticed the dishes on the table.
There is really nothing that is not spicy, even a piece of oiled cabbage has a light layer of red spicy oil.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Fengling immediately ordered her to cook two very refreshing vegetarian dishes, which relieved the somewhat embarrassing atmosphere.

Xu San didn't care about this and said to Miyako, "Actually, if you are used to eating these, going back to eat those light side dishes will really feel bland and tasteless."

Ji Wushuang blinked and looked at Xu San who was sweating profusely from eating, feeling a little puzzled.

Unexpectedly, Xu San can eat spicy food. You know, when she ordered the cook to cook, she also specifically asked the cook to make the food spicy enough, and no chili peppers could be seen.

So this dish was specially made spicy. Unexpectedly, Xu Sanmei was so spicy that Miyako was too spicy.

After the meal, Zhang Fengling took him to ask for tea ceremony instructions.

He deliberately left space for the master and apprentice.

Ji Wushuang's Japanese doesn't need to be taught. It's no problem to practice as a pass-through translator.

As for physics and chemistry, Xu San was just average. She seemed to have no problem, even if she passed the test.

Seeing that Xu San didn't worry too much about the cultural class, Xu San's little face showed a look of secret joy.

The small change did not escape Xu San's eyes. After all, the eldest lady was still a child, and Xu San was still very tolerant of the child.

The study time passed quickly, even if Xu San deliberately let go, he was still busy until after ten o'clock.

It was late at night, and the little maid brought glutinous rice balls as a midnight snack.

The glutinous rice balls stuffed with five kernels were fragrant and sweet. After eating them, Xu San began to check the eldest lady's Qi training skills.

This is the moment when the eldest lady is most proud.

Because she can now function perfectly during exercise, the "obsessive" pain of intermittent flow does not seem to exist anymore.

According to Xu San's understanding, this is the first level of Dzogchen, and it is time to practice the second level.

Originally, the second-level skills had been handed over to Zhao Yi, but the boy also ran away. It seemed that the school's project was very urgent, so she had no choice but to leave, and in the end she did not give the skills to the eldest lady.

Xu San was already familiar with Qi training, and it didn't take much effort to teach the eldest lady.

It's just that the content of the text is too obscure, and Xu San can only teach it according to his own understanding.

I was busy in this way until 12 o'clock, when the three-shift clock rang, and the eldest lady reluctantly understood.

The eldest lady rubbed her swollen head, took a sip of cold tea and asked, "Teacher, this set of exercises should be from Taoism, right?"

"Yes! The birthplace is in China!" Xu San said truthfully.

"Really?" The eldest lady was in high spirits, full of national pride.

"Really!" (End of Chapter)