deadly mantra

Chapter 364 The important thing is that she is there

Bao Simu stood up from behind the stove, her beautiful face stained with flour and something dark, like charcoal ash.

She opened her mouth in shock, but before the words came out, thick smoke entered her mouth, choking her and causing her to cough.

Shui Qingchen raised his eyes and looked around, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

In this terrible situation, making longevity noodles will probably take some time.

I wonder if the little guy is impatient.

Although he had better arrangements in the evening, after all, this was the first birthday the two of them had spent together, and he selfishly hoped that the longevity noodles she ate were made by him himself.

"I'm fine, don't worry, cough, cough, cough..." Bao Simu's voice brought Shui Qingchen back from his thoughts.

He raised his head, glanced at Bao Simu, rolled up his sleeves, walked over, and said in a deep voice:
"Open the window."

Bao Simu responded and subconsciously followed Shui Qingchen's arrangement:
"Hey! Good."

Shui Qingchen walked to the stove and bent down to take a look. The charcoal was wet from the heavy rain the night before, and... there was no charcoal for cooking.

Shui Qingchen picked up the firewood on the side, pulled out the charcoal, and started working.

After a stick of incense, the thick smoke in the kitchen finally dissipated.

Bao Simu was lying on the side of the window coffin, panting and saying:
"Ah... I'm so exhausted. I didn't expect that the first challenge I encountered when making the first bowl of longevity noodles in my life was to make a fire. Oh... I'm so angry."

She looked up and could see Shui Qingchen standing busy in the yard.

His tall body stood by the well, fetching a bucket of water, pouring the water into the basin with quick movements, and cleaning the dirty cutting board she made.

The morning light came down from above, covering his handsome face.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Bao Simu would never have thought that someone like Shui Qingchen could actually cook.

In her impression, these vulgar little things were all done by servants.

If it weren't for today being special, there were no servants here, and she really wanted to surprise Chanyi, she would never demean herself to come to a place like this.

but……

With deep-rooted knowledge, after seeing Shui Qingchen handling everything in an orderly manner in the kitchen, she actually felt...

Very handsome and cool!Very charming!
She originally thought that when a man is most charming, he should be the most dazzling at the moment of victory.

At this moment, she felt that a serious man was the most dazzling at any time.

The messy kitchen she made became orderly and clean in just a few moments.

Full of respect and admiration, Bao Simu followed Shui Qingchen, came to the stove again, and said proactively:
"Is there anything I can do to help?"

Shui Qingchen estimated the time in his mind and started kneading the noodles without even raising his head and said:

"No need."

Bao Simu shrugged his shoulders and stood there, staring at Shui Qingchen unblinkingly.

He moved very skillfully, and soon the dough in his hands took on the shape of noodles.

Bao Simu was filled with emotion after seeing this:
"Wow... Mr. Shui, how come you can do this?"

Water clear dust:
"Ah."

Bao Simu praised:
"Master Shui, you are so awesome."

Shui Qingchen was still focused on what he was doing, with a calm attitude:

"Ah."

Bao Simu blinked his eyes, the more he looked, the more excited he became:
"Master Shui, is there anything else you can't do?"

There was no slight change in expression on Shui Qingchen's handsome face:
"Have."

Bao Simu asked curiously:
"Huh? What is it?" Shui Qingchen's tone was casual, a bit repulsive:
"Time is beyond your control."

If he could control it, going back to 14 years ago, he would not seriously abide by any 14-year agreement. He would accompany his grandfather to the Demonic Sea.

Bao Simu had a look of bewilderment on his face and opened his mouth. Just as he was about to ask again, Shui Qingchen finally raised his head and glanced at her. His clear and cold eyes were devoid of any emotion:
"Miss Bao, please give way."

"Huh? Uh, oh, sorry, I blocked your way." Bao Simu was slightly stunned, hurriedly avoided it, and stood aside.

Shui Qingchen passed in front of her, picked up dry firewood, and started to light a fire.

Bao Simu opened his eyes and studied seriously:

"Huh? That's it. I saw that people use charcoal fires for heating in winter, and I thought they also used charcoal for cooking. Mr. Shui, why do you know so many things? How can you still cook? "

Shui Qingchen lifted the lid of the pot, added water, and when the water boiled, he began to cook the noodles and said lightly:

"Firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, tea, everything is at someone else's house. At the end of the year and the weather is cold, nothing happens, and the snow falls on the solitary peak to enjoy the plum blossoms.

I have always admired and learned the seven things that ordinary people do every day to make a living. "

After a pause, he lifted up his slipping sleeves, held the chopsticks with his long fingers, and stirred the noodles a few times.

Every move he makes is elegant.

Bao Simu's cheeks were stained with a hint of blush:
"Mr. Shui, have you...ever thought about...what kind of life do you want in the future? To gain fame, get married and start a family? To become famous?"

Shui Qingchen shook his head one by one.

Bao Simu was stunned for a moment, a little unbelievable:

"Master Shui, you are so talented. It would be a pity not to take the scientific examination."

Shui Qingchen blinked her eyelashes lightly, her expression indifferent:

"Isn't it a pity to live a life burdened by fame?"

Bao Simu stood there, stunned for a long time.

Could it be that a worldly master like Mr. Shui doesn't even bother striving for fame and fortune?

Bao Simu thought deeply for a moment, wanting to know more about Shui Qingchen, and asked:

"Then...in your opinion, how should your life be lived?"

Shui Qingchen said lightly:
"It doesn't matter how you live. What matters is that you have firewood, rice, oil, salt, wine, soy sauce, vinegar and tea..."

After a pause, he added:
"And Xiaoyin, that's enough."

The smile on Bao Simu's face faltered, and his rosy complexion turned slightly pale.

Shui Qingchen did not raise his head, focusing on the longevity noodles rolling in the pot.

His serious and focused look turned into a sharp knife that pierced Bao Simu's heart, causing blood and heart-piercing pain.

Shui Qingchen fished out the longevity noodles, put them in bowls and put them on the tray. Just as he was about to say goodbye, he looked up and bumped into Bao Simu's eyes.

In those eyes, there was pain mixed with emotions that were about to come out.

"Master Shui." Bao Simu's voice trembled slightly: "You learned all this... all for Ji Fanyin?"

Shui Qingchen did not avoid looking, calmly and calmly, with a cold expression:
"good."

Bao Simu's heart was struck, and she felt dizzy. She almost had no intention of standing still, and her face turned pale again:
"Last night... we made an appointment under the wisteria trellis. Is it because of Ji Fanyin that you didn't come?"

Shui Qingchen said calmly:
"Yes."

Bao Simu closed his eyes, his heart clenched tightly, and his heart ached.

She took a long, deep breath, mustered up her courage, opened her eyes, and looked resolutely at Shui Qingchen:
"Shui Qingchen, actually, I treat you, I..."

(End of this chapter)