Fairy, don't try to mess with my filial piety

Ning Xianzhi glanced at the kitchen knife coldly. The knife, which was swinging automatically, paused, as if warned by the supervisor. It cut more finely, and crushed the ginger, onion and garlic directly into powder.

"How do you make soup? It should be the same principle as making medicine and refining elixirs. It just so happens that he has returned from martial arts training, so he can use the medicine to replenish his muscles and bones!"

Bai Sujin used to run a medicine shop, and there were a lot of medicinal materials in the front hall. Ning Xianzhi went to get some medicine and put the herbs into the pot, and boiled them himself.

"How do you make dough? I think you just need to pour water into the flour?"

This process finally stumped Ning Xianzhi. Unlike cutting vegetables, she couldn't give direct orders because she had no idea how much noodles and water were needed.

Too much water will make it a paste, and too much flour will make it difficult to form a ball.

She was ready to order the dough to knead into noodles by itself, but how to make a dough really stumped the fairy.

......

As dusk was about to end, Ning Xianzhi produced a bowl of "good" food.

In terms of appearance, it may lack some skillful cooking.

In terms of taste, it is better at nourishing the bones and muscles.

In terms of taste, it’s better because... it’s made by Ning Xianzhi!

Ning Xianzhi placed this bowl of carefully prepared, secret-made Yangchun noodles on the table, not forgetting to garnish it with chopped green onions, and then waited for Chu Wuji to come back.

They waited until late at night, and Chu Wuji returned home under the stars and the moon.

......

Chu Wuzhi returned to his godmother's room and heard a hint of resentment in the woman's tone. Looking at the bowl of noodles on the coffee table, he understood what was going on.

However, he accidentally glanced at the bowl of noodles and his eyes were deeply attracted and could not be taken away.

......What the hell is this?

Chopped green onions and some medicinal residue floated on the dark brown noodle soup, and the aroma of medicinal materials hit the face. The "noodles" in the bowl were lumpy, and calling them knife-cut noodles was a bit of an insult.

Chu Wuji couldn't remain silent for too long, so he quickly came to sit next to the woman and explained:

"Because I was absent for a few days, I was punished to go to the government office to help deal with those trivial cases that were piled up. Today I went to the west of the city and wasted time.

If I had known it would be so late, I would have definitely declined the matter and come back to have dinner with my mother first!"

Ning Xianzhi was not entirely angry and resentful because of his late return, but more because the bowl of noodles had gotten cold.

People who don’t often go into the kitchen will have a sense of accomplishment and a desire to share after cooking, and want others to know about their masterpieces.

The dinner that Ning Xianzhi carefully prepared, although simple, was full of the practitioner's insights and wisdom.

The best flavor and taste is when eaten hot. She was reluctant to taste it herself, so she thought of leaving it for the boy. Unexpectedly, she waited in vain.

It is understandable if you are a little late, but it is unacceptable if you are late late at night.

However, after Ning Xianzhi heard Chu Wuzhi's words, all the little emotions in her heart disappeared, and she knew that she had misunderstood.

"Wuji, you probably haven't eaten yet. Mom will go and heat it up for you."

"No, I'm hungry. The food my mother made is right in front of me. How can I bear to wait?"

Just by looking at the appearance of the bowl of medicinal noodles, Chu Wuji knew that it could not be eaten while hot, as the unpleasant taste would be magnified.

He showed the haste of a morning diner rushing to work, picked up the bowl, and gobbled it up like a whirlwind, almost inhaling it like a violent storm!

I've heard of steamed buns soaked in mutton soup, and I've heard of noodles poured over soup, but I've never heard of dumplings cooked in medicinal soup.

Judging from the food perspective, the quality of this bowl of noodles is really average, but if compared from the perspective of the medicinal soup, it tastes pretty good.

The flavors of chopped green onions, ginger and garlic are hidden in the soup, reminding people of those delicious dishes.

It’s a pity that it got cold, which destroyed its freshness!

"Look at you wolfing down the food, Wuji. Is it really that delicious? Leave a bite for me to try."

Chu Wuji didn't want her to know the truth, so he ate the whole bowl of noodles in one gulp, not even leaving any medicine soup. He was sweating profusely on his back, so he wiped his mouth and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ah? Mom's cooking is delicious. I was so busy eating that I didn't hear what you said just now."

Ning Xianzhi glanced at the empty bowl and said, "Forget it after you finish eating. I'll make more for you tomorrow..."

Chu Wuji said seriously, "I will definitely be back on time tomorrow to cook. Mother, you haven't fully recovered yet, so how can you always be busy in the kitchen?"

Ning Xianzhi did not force it. She also felt that going into the kitchen was tiring, especially when she was alone. She had to decoct medicine and keep an eye on the heat, as well as cut vegetables and boil water. Even with the magic of division of labor, she still felt overwhelmed. Wouldn't ordinary people be even more tired?

Recalling the experience of cooking noodles in the kitchen in the evening, she felt even more distressed and appreciative of Chu Wuji's previous attentive care!

"By the way, Mom, have you had dinner?" Chu Wuzhi suddenly remembered this.

My mother doesn’t look like she knows what this noodles taste like. Didn’t she eat anything for dinner?

Ning Xianzhi certainly didn't eat anything at night, as she spent all her time cooking noodles. However, she had the ability to fast, so not eating didn't affect her.

"I...I ate. There were too many dishes for lunch and a lot was left over. I heated up the leftovers and ate a few bites."

"Oh, then don't be so busy in the future, Mom. I feel sorry for you. Next time, if I come home late due to work, just leave me a few mouthfuls of leftovers!"

After carefully explaining the matter, Chu Wuji did not dwell on the dinner, but instead asked about his godmother's well-being and health.

Ning Xianzhi naturally replied that it was nothing. She was curious about the trivial matters in the yamen, and then saw Chu Wuji excitedly talking about today's demon-slaying incident.

Chu Wuji finished talking about his experience today, thinking about it for a long time, and finally sighed:

"Mom, we've stayed in the wilderness, in dilapidated temples, and in abandoned tombs before, but we've never seen any ghosts or monsters, not even a hair. This time, I've finally seen one with my own eyes, but it's a pity it's a little small..."

Ning Xianzhi listened and found it funny.

In this world, just because you have the word "demon" in your name doesn't mean you are powerful. Many little monsters are not as powerful as the tigers in the mountains.

This kid can even kill tigers and black bears, so it’s no exaggeration to say that he’s bullying a little cat spirit.

However, she noticed a detail mentioned by Chu Wuzhi - the peach wood knife and talisman water could not hurt the little cat spirit at the first time.

This shouldn't be the case, because these demon-exorcising items were all consecrated and blessed by the sects on the mountain.

The closest place for cultivation to the Fire Country is the Shenxiao Sect where Ning Xianzhi is located.

She speculated, "Perhaps, this isn't some evil creature like a goblin or ghost, but a little creature created by Lu Ban's magic."

Chu Wuji was surprised: "Lu Ban's technique? Isn't that the skill of a craftsman?"

"Of the entire Lu Ban Classic, most people only know about carpentry and architecture. There are actually quite a few records of feng shui and talisman carving, but they're all rather superficial and not very useful."

Throughout history, craftsmen have often had their wages withheld by landlords and merchants. In addition, the work cycle of craftsmen is long, and building houses and laying beams are not easy jobs. Once their wages are withheld, the losses are huge, and they cannot even earn back their food expenses.

These methods of cursing and playing tricks on people in Lu Ban's magic became a means of defense and revenge.

These tricks are not worth mentioning in the eyes of true practitioners, but they will not deliberately expose them.

Even the practitioners in the mountains know that if the employer is willing to pay wages according to the contract, will the craftsmen come up with these shady skills?

As long as it is not abused and does not evolve into the refining of evil spirits, people who practice cultivation generally do not care about this matter.

However, now these trivial matters have caused Chu Wuzhi to return home so late, which is another matter.

"Next time you go to that merchant's house, look for a newly dug pit in the yard, and see if there's anything on the beams. Burn it, or you'll never be able to catch the little cat spirit again."

Chu Wuji had never heard of such a thing before. He was curious and admired: "Mom, your memory has recovered a lot? You actually know so many things!"

Ning Xianzhi felt guilty: "I've recovered a little bit... You should rest for now, stop working, I'll go wash the dishes."

She took the dishes and fled to the kitchen, not forgetting to close the door.

Of course, she wouldn't wash the dishes herself. She could just use magic to clean them, which saved a lot of effort. But she couldn't let Chu Wuji see it.

"There's still some leftover plain noodles in the pot?"

Seeing how much Chu Wuji praised her just now, Ning Xianzhi became curious about what her cooking tasted like. She picked up the chopsticks, picked up a dumpling, and took a small bite.

The flour balls are filled with soup. With one bite, the mixed flavor of soup, ginger, onion and garlic explodes on the taste buds!

She had been fed delicious food by Chu Wuji for several days in a row, and her taste buds could not accept this.

"yue——!"

Ning Xianzhi choked and leaned against the wall to retch. His original weakness was half pretended, but now he was really weak!

She hadn't expected this thing to be so unpalatable. Chu Wuji had just forced himself to eat it all, still saying it was delicious...

"Silly boy, it's okay to tell the truth. I won't be unable to accept it!"

Chapter 10 Cat Girl Princess

The next day,

Chu Wuji delayed the breakfast time and made it more substantial, which was equivalent to putting breakfast and lunch together.

After dinner, he went out to borrow a horse and continued to check the situation in the west of the city.

Although this case has been investigated for a long time and many of the inside stories are clear, and even the head coach's difficult attitude has been exposed by Mr. Kong, Chu Wuji is still quite enthusiastic.

It's true that I haven't seen these weird things often, so I want to try something new!

When I arrived at the yamen, Mr. Kong took care of the matter of borrowing a horse, and it was completed easily.

Uncle Kong was rubbing his precious purple clay teapot, wondering:

"You little brat, are you out of your mind? You know this is Shang Liangzheng's malicious arrangement, so why are you still so excited?"

Chu Wuji didn't know how to explain his mentality, so he brought out some general principles:

"Just go with the flow. If I'm gloomy and sad, wouldn't Coach Liang be even happier when he finds out? If I'm happy and content, then he'll be the one who suffers."

Mr. Kong threw him a few taels of silver and scolded him with a smile:

"It really is a ghost. Your temperament doesn't sound like that of a hot-blooded young man. Don't deceive yourself to the point of being exhausted. I invite you to go to a brothel!"

Chu Wuji was extremely surprised. The old clerk's clothes were all patched up frugally, but he was so generous.

This was only the second time the two of them met. Although this yamen runner had some money, he wouldn't be so generous, right?

Recalling what Uncle Kong had said before, Chu Wuji vaguely guessed the reason. Uncle Kong saw his own shadow in him.

From being the "Double Swords Leader" who enjoyed great success, he suddenly became a marginal figure doing odd jobs in the government office. It probably took Mr. Kong many years to get out of the shadow of such a life of ups and downs.

Just now, he probably thought that Chu Wuzhi was forcing a smile but hiding his sadness in his heart.

"Young man, your open-minded words just now are correct in theory, but I may not accept it in my heart... It's better to go to the brothel to seek pleasure. Remember to find an older, plump, and big-bodied girl. Only a girl with a grandmother knows how to care for others!"

Chu Wuji listened to what Mr. Kong said, and wanted to complain, but also felt touched. He did not explain, but just responded:

"Okay, I'll be leaving now."

I definitely won’t go to a brothel. How can it be as interesting as ghosts and goblins?

When you come back to return the horse in the evening, use the few taels of silver to buy a few jars of flower wine to bring to Uncle Kong.

*

Prince Jing'an's Palace

Prince Jing'an is a mere idle prince of the Lihuo Kingdom and has no fiefdom in his hands, but a prince is a prince and he still lives a free and comfortable life.

During the annual banquets for princes and nobles, Prince Jing'an was not excluded or despised by people of the same class, and was even quite respected.

The reason is simple. The current queen, Wen, came from Prince Jing'an's Mansion. This is her mother's home, so how could her status not be high?

Speaking of the situation in the court of Lihuo Kingdom, it is also a very complicated matter.

Before his death, the late Emperor Gongwen passed the throne to his mother, the Empress Dowager, who has been in charge of government affairs until now.

The queen who walked out of Prince Jing'an's Palace was the wife of the late emperor. Logically speaking, since the late emperor had the word "late" in his name, he must have passed away, and Queen Wen could be changed to Empress Dowager Wen.

But because the throne was not passed on to the younger generation but instead passed on to her mother, the Empress Dowager, Empress Wen's status was stuck there.

If a foreigner came to Lihuo Country and didn't understand the situation, when he heard the title of Queen Wen, he would think that she was the wife of the current female emperor.

Without her husband and not having to take care of the royal family affairs herself, Empress Wen would usually summon her brother Prince Jing'an's daughter Wen Yaoer into the palace to chat and relieve her boredom.

Wen Yaoer, fourteen years old, is a little girl. Her nickname is "Xiu Hu", which sounds a bit domineering.

On this day, the queen's female guard came to pick up the little princess from Prince Jing'an's Mansion to enter the palace as usual, but the little princess did not want to go.

Wen Yaoer pouted, holding a copy of "Cat Divination Sutra" in her hand, and said:

"Could you please tell Auntie that Xiaoyao'er doesn't want to go to the palace today? I heard something interesting happened in the west of the city yesterday, and I want to go and see it!"