The days when I opened a tavern in Zongwu

Chapter 10 It’s just a matter of sex
  When Huang Rong entered the medicine shop on the street, Li Changqing was standing in front of the medicine cabinet.

"Son."

Hearing Huang Rong's greeting, Li Changqing turned his head.

Looking at Huang Rong with empty hands, Li Changqing hesitated for a moment and then asked proactively: "Where is your luggage?"

Huang Rong said with a bit of grievance: "It's gone. Shopkeeper Zhou said that there are too many people in the dental shop and there are other people asking for work. It may have been taken away by others."

Regarding Huang Rong's remarks, Li Changqing did not expose it, but said very cooperatively: "It doesn't matter, just go to the tailor shop and buy one."

"Listen to your son."

Huang Rong's tone still sounded a bit disappointed. People who didn't know it might really think that Huang Rong was sad because her luggage was lost.

I have to admit that women’s acting skills are inherently better than men’s.

If a man wants to compete with a woman in acting, he can do so only if he is drunk.

After a while, after grabbing the medicinal materials, Li Changqing took Huang Rong to a tailor shop to buy a few sets of clothes and then ordered a curtain, and then bought some baskets of smallpox mushrooms.

By the time I got home, it was already time to apply.

Huang Rong put the things on the stone table in the courtyard and looked at the basket of vegetables on the table. Huang Rong looked at Li Changqing in confusion.

"Sir, don't you still have a lot of vegetables at home? Why do you still need to buy these mushrooms?"

Li Changqing said slowly: "It's for you to practice improving your control over the heat."

"Although smallpox mushrooms are not meat, they are easily fried when exposed to strong fire, so they are suitable for practice."

"Your cooking skills are better than most chefs, but your control of heat is not good. How can a chef who can't even control heat accurately control the changes in ingredients during the cooking process?"

Huang Rong's face suddenly turned bitter when she learned that these smallpox mushrooms were actually used for her training.

"We still need to train!"

Li Changqing said slowly: "Otherwise? Do you still want me to cook for you in the future?"

Huang Rongxin said, "It's not impossible," but thinking of her current status, she could only hold her words in her heart, and then walked toward the kitchen gloomily carrying the vegetable basket.

Li Changqing returned to the main house with the medicine he had grabbed from the drug store.

Soon, as the temperature of the main room gradually increased under the three stoves inside and outside, Li Changqing took the medicinal materials and began to process them.

By the time the medicinal materials were concocted and processed, the sky outside became a little darker.

At this time, a knock on the door suddenly came from the front yard.

But it was the things Li Changqing bought in the city that were delivered to him.

A custom-made curtain from a tailor's shop and bundles of dry firewood.

After asking the firewood delivery person to carry the dry firewood into the kitchen and leave, Li Changqing carried the curtain to the pool in the backyard.

As early as when Li Changqing built the fence for Tangquan, he had already left iron hooks on the two walls facing each other.

At this time, you only need to hang the custom-made curtain on the iron hooks at both ends, and you can use the curtain to separate the spring from the middle.

The curtain is black, with waterproof paper on both sides, which can not only prevent it from being soaked by the mist of the spring, but also completely block the light.

After taking a look at the hot spring that was divided into two parts, Li Changqing nodded slightly.

When he returned to the yard, Li Changqing looked at the sky and shouted to Huang Rong in the kitchen: "It's almost done, you can make dinner."

"Oh!"

After Huang Rong's response came from the kitchen, Li Changqing continued walking towards the main room.

"Huh?" However, just as Li Changqing took a few steps, he suddenly turned his head and looked towards the yard as if he had discovered something.

I saw a wooden stick on the thick snow in the courtyard near the stone table.

I think it was dropped when I was carrying firewood.

After his eyes stayed on the stick for a few seconds, Li Changqing walked into the courtyard and picked up the stick.

The stick is about three feet long and one inch wide.

The most rare thing is that this wooden stick is particularly straight.

Not to mention, when holding the wooden stick in his hand, Li Changqing actually felt like holding a sword.

Perhaps he got interested, or perhaps the dusty memories of his childhood came to mind. With an inexplicable impulse, Li Changqing made several gestures with the wooden stick, leaving a mark on the surrounding thick snow. There are traces of different shades.

There is a saying that goes, a man is a boy until he dies.

Some behaviors and some hobbies are always engraved in the bones regardless of age.

Just like Li Changqing now.

Although his mental age is far ahead of his peers, when he encounters such a straight stick, he still waves it like a child.

Hearing the noise coming from the courtyard, a head suddenly popped out of the kitchen.

Huang Rong was startled for a moment when she saw Li Changqing, who was holding a wooden stick and making random gestures in the courtyard.

But after coming back to her senses, Huang Rong couldn't help but curl her lips.

"How old are you to play with sticks? Can't you be more mature like me?"

After giving Li Changqing a slightly disdainful look in the courtyard, Huang Rong put her head back and started preparing dinner.

Suddenly, at dusk, a figure floated from a distance and landed on a courtyard wall.

Who else could it be if he wasn't Lian Xing who stole meat for lunch?

After leaving at noon, Lianxing's thoughts seemed to be left in this courtyard. Sometimes he recalled the taste of the two pieces of meat he ate at noon, and sometimes he thought of the unrivaled beauty and gentle temperament of Li Changqing.

After staying up all afternoon, Lianxing couldn't bear the impulse and sneaked into Li Changqing's courtyard again as dinner was approaching.

The moment his feet touched the courtyard wall, Lianxing's eyes also looked towards the courtyard.

But when he saw Li Changqing dancing wildly with a wooden stick in the courtyard, Lianxing was startled for a moment, as if he didn't expect to see such a scene when he entered Li Changqing's courtyard again.

But when he came back to his senses, Lianxing found it quite interesting to see Li Changqing dancing with a wooden stick in the courtyard.

After watching for a while, Rao Lianxing had to admit that Li Changqing's appearance seemed to be based on her aesthetics.

The first impression between people is always their appearance.

If you have good looks, your first impression will certainly be good.

And the so-called love at first sight is, in the final analysis, nothing more than lust.

The more Lianxing watched quietly at this time, the more attractive he felt to the man in the courtyard, and it felt like love at first sight.

Even if Li Changqing is just waving the stick randomly, it can make Lian Xing feel pleasing to the eye.

If a set of swordsmanship really fell into the hands of Li Changqing, how elegant would it be?
  Then, as if he thought of something, Lianxing's face turned sideways.

"If you want to practice martial arts, but don't know how to do it, it seems like a good entry point!"

(End of this chapter)