Leisurely cultivating life

Chapter 515 True True False False [22] ([-])

Ye Yiqing was a little curious, but she didn't ask. After all, it would be embarrassing to ask.

Because of the poor management of the restaurant, she resigned from her previous clerk and chef.

Therefore, she is not only the proprietress, but also a chef and a buddy.

Skillfully wash the ginger and light a fire.

Ye Yiqing's eyes reflected fire, and Zhou Fan's "ma'am" sounded in his heart, and his thoughts gradually flew away.

It wasn't until a 'gurgle' sounded that she woke up from her reverie.

The ginger soup was served in a porcelain bowl, and as soon as Ye Yiqing put it on the table, Zhou Fan reached out to pick up the porcelain bowl.

Ye Yiqing stopped him and said, "Master Zhou, this ginger soup is too hot!"

Zhou Fan said, "It's not hot anymore!"

Ye Yiqing was slightly taken aback. Before she could think it through, Zhou Fan had already finished drinking in one gulp with his head raised from the porcelain bowl.

"Is that enough? I'll get you another bowl!"

Ye Yiqing asked with a blank expression, but she forgot to ask Zhou Fan why the boiling hot ginger soup that had just been cooked suddenly stopped being hot, and just went to the back kitchen to fill a bowl in a trance.

Putting it on the table, this time, without waiting for Zhou Fan to speak, she touched the porcelain bowl with her fingers without any insulation measures.

"Sigh~~~"

The pain came really suddenly, which caught Ye Yiqing by surprise.

Frowning slightly, Ye Yiqing's jade finger had already had a particularly conspicuous red blister.

At this time, a finger was on the red bubble.

Unexpectedly, there was no pain at all, but a trace of cool breath penetrated into the hands, and I felt much better immediately, and I didn't feel uncomfortable anymore.

Zhou Fan, who drank two bowls of ginger soup, was thinking about things, but he couldn't remember where he came from, how did he get here?

A gust of fragrant wind behind him awakened him from his contemplation. Ye Yiqing brought a jug of wine and put it on the small stove.

This time, Ye Yiqing's beautiful eyes kept staring at the jug and Zhou Fan.

Sure enough, as soon as she put a jug of wine on the small stove, she heard the sound of boiling in the jug, and then smelled the aroma of the wine.

But she obviously just put the jug on the small stove, so why did it heat up all of a sudden.

In the end she found nothing.

The two sat opposite each other, under the firelight, Ye Yiqing was charming and charming, maybe it was too hot, Ye Yiqing's cheeks flushed charmingly.

Finally, she couldn't help but said: "Don't keep looking at me, I've said it all, I'm not your... madam!"

If others looked at her like that, she would definitely have a cold face and not give a good face.

But for some reason, she wasn't angry at all when Zhou Fan looked at her like that.

Maybe it's because Zhou Fan's eyes are the purest she has ever seen, clearer than the clear spring on the mountain, without any impurities; maybe it's because of the inexplicable emotion in her heart, Ye Yiqing said softly:
"Ma'am... You can't call me that in the future, it's not good for you or me!"

She said this not only because of her Plague God experience with Ke Wufu, but also because she didn't want Zhou Fan to be looked at by the townspeople.

"Then what should I call you?" Zhou Fan asked.

"Just...call me...Senior Sister!"

Ye Yiqing raised her wine glass, these two naturally appeared in her heart, and she slipped out.

After finishing speaking, a trace of joy rose inexplicably in her heart.

It seems that a long-cherished wish has been fulfilled.

"Master...sister?"

Zhou Fan and Ye Yiqing clinked a glass, chanting these two words, there was always a feeling of being taken advantage of, but he didn't know where it came from.

"Well, since you called me Senior Sister, then you can live here from now on!"

Ye Yiqing didn't know why, but she would make such a move, leaving behind a stranger of unknown origin.

In order to divert the strangeness in her heart, she asked, "Why did the ginger soup suddenly not be hot? Also, how did this wine heat up so quickly?"

Zhou Fan said: "I think it's not hot, and then it's not hot, the latter is the same!"

Ye Yiqing's eyes widened immediately, a little suspicious, but thinking about what he saw just now and the Taoist robe Zhou Fan was wearing, he said, "Are you an immortal teacher?"

Zhou Fan asked, "What fairy master?"

Ye Yiqing saw that Zhou Fan's sincere eyes didn't seem to be fake, so she told Zhou Fan what she knew: "It's the kind of gesture that can arouse the power of heaven and earth, call the wind and call the rain, and just wave your hand, and a thunder falls. Slaying demons and eliminating evil..."

What Ye Yiqing didn't tell Zhou Fan was that she heard all these from a storyteller.

After hearing this, Zhou Fan seemed to think of something, and said, "I know what you said, but I still can't bear the word 'immortal'. I think the immortal master must be a very powerful monk!"

Ye Yiqing said: "Cultivator? Then what do you know? Don't you only have hot bars?"

Zhou Fan seemed a little unconvinced, feeling that he was underestimated, and said: "You said that the immortal master can do it, and I can do it!"

Seeing his unconvinced childish appearance, Ye Yiqing felt amused in her heart, and said, "It's autumn now, and everything is destroyed."

She pointed to the withered flower stalk on the side of the restaurant counter and said, "Can you make it bloom at this moment?"

Zhou Fan smiled lightly and said, "What's so difficult about it?"

After speaking, he looked at the withered yellow flower stalk, and said, "You bloom!"

Then, in Ye Yiqing's widened eyes, there was a reflection of a blooming bright flower, which was so fragrant that it made Ye Yiqing feel like he was in the early spring.

"This is too simple to show my true level!"

Ye Yiqing's expression made Zhou Fan's mood immediately satisfied, he thrust his waist, pointed at the bright flowers, his eyes were full of 'disdain', and he felt a strange sense of high spirits.

"Okay, if you can turn my restaurant into a golden house, I will admit that you are better than the immortal master!"

Seeing Zhou Fan's arrogance, Ye Yiqing felt amused in his heart, straightened his face, pointed around seriously, and said.

Zhou Fan waved his sleeves and said, "It's simple, watch it."

He still shouted at nothingness, "You will soon become a golden house!"

This time, nothing changed, the restaurant was still the same restaurant.

But Zhou Fan said: "Senior sister, look, this place has become a golden house!"

Ye Yiqing suppressed a smile, no matter how she saw her restaurant was still the same, she couldn't bear to refute, nodded and said: "Well, it has indeed become a golden house."

When Zhou Fan heard this, his eyebrows were beaming with joy, and he laughed loudly: "Now, do you believe that I am stronger than that so-called immortal teacher?"

Ye Yiqing saw that Zhou Fan didn't seem to be joking, and based on her experience of listening to storytellers' stories for more than ten years, she immediately imagined many tragic routine stories and added them to Zhou Fan.

Maybe he is from a Taoist temple on a certain mountain, and he has a wife. They are very affectionate, until something happened later, and he became what he is now.

Men who are hurt by love are always easy to attract women's attention, Ye Yiqing's gaze at Zhou Fan is more and more soft now, just like looking at a sad person with brain problems.

She said: "Okay, you can stay with me from now on. If I have a bite of food, I will have a bite of yours."

I don't know if Zhou Fan listened to what she said, but he already lay down on the table and fell asleep soundly.

"We are all poor people!"

Ye Yiqing shook his head and smiled, and found a blanket to cover him. After all this tossing, he didn't even eat breakfast, so he found a plate of peanuts, and drank it slowly with the unfinished hot wine. up.

(End of this chapter)