Bai Lu shook her head helplessly.

The parrot spirit saw that the situation was not right, and the soles of her feet slipped away.

Seeing that Bai Lu was determined to ignore him, Ji Jingyun looked at Su Qingwan, who was watching the fun with a sad face: "Qingwan, save me."

Su Qingwan also understood the context of the matter at this time.

It should be that someone asked Ji Jingyun to send a letter to Yin Jiu a thousand years ago, and Yin Jiu fell asleep at that time, so the letter was nearly a thousand years late before it fell into Yin Jiu's hands.

Yin Jiu left today, not just for a letter.

Su Qingwan said: "Do you know how long Bai Lu has been with Master Jiu?"

Ji Jingyun actually calculated carefully: "It's been a long time."

"Bai Lu can't help you. I just met him for a few days. What ability do I have to help you?" Su Qingwan said.

Ji Jingyun grabbed his hair and squatted in the corner of the wall to be depressed.

Suddenly, Ji Jingyun was in his heart and jumped up and held Su Qingwan's hand: "But you are a human being. You can help me cook delicious food for Master Jiu. Master Jiu likes human food the most. Human cooking skills are very good. When he is happy, it will be fine."

Su Qingwan didn't know who gave Ji Jingyun a mistake in the perception that it was delicious when cooking. She could only say that Ji Jingyun begged her by chance: "Okay. Let me try it. How does his taste look?"

Ji Jingyun has helped her no matter how she said it.

The two little boys smelled the smell and ran into the kitchen. They jumped bravely, jumped onto Su Qingwan's shoulder, and looked at the dishes in the pot hard. Oh, it smells so fragrant.

"We haven't eaten human meals in a long time."

"Xiao Qingwan is so great!"

"The owner likes to eat sweet and sour tenderloin and stewed pork ribs, and doesn't like fish."

"If Xiao Qingwan could make fish without fish bones, the owner would eat them too. Because the owner was too lazy to spit out fish bones."

"Don't make chicken, I don't want to kill each other."

The last one to speak was Ji Jingyun.

The boys here beat up the newly bought white porcelain plate, and Ji Jingyun burned the whole piece of pork belly with a handful of demon fire.

The monsters were in trouble, and chef Su Qingwan couldn't bear it anymore and threw out the demons and ghosts: "Stay outside honestly, don't come in."

There was finally no trouble in the kitchen, and Su Qingwan's cutting vegetables was much faster.

In addition to the dishes ordered by Ji Jingyun and the two little boys, Su Qingwan added two new dishes recently developed by Beicheng Restaurant.

Su Qingwan was busy working in the kitchen, and she didn't realize that someone was leaning on the kitchen door frame and looking at her with interest.

Yin Jiu walked into the courtyard and smelled a scent from the kitchen that he had been used by him for countless years. The two little boys chattered and explained that Su Qingwan was cooking for him.

Su Qingwan was busy working in front of the stove. She despised her sleeves getting in the way, so she found two thin ropes to tie them up, revealing her white wrists as snow.

Yin Jiu discovered that Su Qingwan seemed to be very good at cooking.

Just say that knife skills can't be mastered for seven or eight years.

Various ingredients fall into the wok, and form a dish with good colors, aroma and flavor. The bright colors make the index fingers very excited.

"Brother Jingyun, does he like sweet and sour or spicy stewed pork ribs?" Su Qingwan looked at the remaining ingredients and felt a little troubled. She walked out the window and was running towards Ji Jingyun who was running wildly for advice.

Yin Jiu's voice sounded: "I like spicy mouth."

Su Qingwan turned around and saw Yin Jiu standing at the door with her sleeves in her arms.

Yin Jiu greeted Su Qingwan: "It's pretty good, little girl."

Such direct praise made Su Qingwan feel a little uncomfortable.

"You're waiting outside for a while, and there's still a dish." Su Qingwan was cooking the ribs in her hand, "It's almost done."

Yin Jiu came directly to Su Qingwan, looked at the prepared food, and reached out to pinch the sweet and sour tenderloin.

Su Qingwan glanced at him sideways: "Have you washed your hands?"

Yin Jiu hummed lightly: "Lezhai has no such rules."

Su Qingwan felt that this maid still had a long way to go, and at least she would develop the habit of washing her hands before getting up with meals.

"Chopsticks."

"I don't want it."

Su Qingwan had no choice but to pick up a piece of sweet and sour tenderloin with the chopsticks and hand it to Yin Jiu's mouth. She was fine to serve her.

"Yo, won't report to the official?" Yin Jiu looked at the sweet and sour tenderloin in front of him and raised his eyebrows, "I thought the government could solve everything."

Look, you will know that if you are quarrel with him, you won’t be able to easily forget about it.

Su Qingwan simply took advantage of Yin Jiu's mouth to stuff a chopstick into Yin Jiu's mouth, and the world became quiet.

The sweet and sour tenderloin stimulated the taste buds in the mouth. Yin Jiu accidentally found that the taste was quite good and could compare to the Beicheng Restaurant.

"One more."

"Wait for dinner."

Su Qingwan refused Yin Jiu's request, but unexpectedly, Yin Jiu's tall body leaned down and supported her with both hands on the chopping board, snatching her.

The pressure of the great demon came out, and Su Qingwan raised her eyes helplessly, seeing that Yin Jiu had no intention of moving away.

Yin Jiu was a little surprised when he saw Su Qingwan, who was calm. This calm look was different from before: "Have you learned your lesson?"

Su Qingwan looked at Yin Jiu who suddenly got closer. The distance between the two eyes was only a small size. Su Qingwan leaned back reflexively: "When it comes to evil things, I can't compare to you."

In terms of skin thickness, it is even less comparable.

Yin Jiu put his mouth to Su Qingwan's ear: "At least your waist is softer than mine."

The scorching breath sprayed in sensitive ears. Su Qingwan deliberately ignored the joke in Yin Jiu's tone and said, "Where can I eat, I will buy some squat waist tomorrow and I will give you some supplements."

Yin Jiu twitched his mouth and knew that the little girl was scolding him in her heart.

"I can't use the turtle waist." Yin Jiu retreated a little, "Although his waist is not as soft as you, my waist strength is much better than yours. I want to eat wild mushrooms, so remember to make fresh mushroom soup for me tomorrow."

Su Qingwan decided to sell ten or twenty kilograms of wild mushrooms, and stew them all into mushroom soup, and drink Yin Jiu, the old man.

Su Qingwan was also responsible for the final placing work.

Yin Jiu found a carved high-legged eight-immortal table from his collection for Su Qingwan to arrange the food properly.

Headed by Yin Jiu, Bai Lu and the two little boys also fell to their seats.

"Master, small bowl, small chopsticks, small spoon!"

Two little boys screamed at the smell of the fragrant food.

Yin Jiu narrowed his eyes and waved his sleeves, and two exquisitely crafted bowls and chopsticks fell on the table, and then two small spoons fell.

Ji Jingyun squatted at the dining table, leaving the demons with a lonely and desolate figure, very much like an abandoned little dog.

Yin Jiu asked: "Did you realize your mistake?"

"I know, I know." Ji Jingyun turned around, full of sincerity.
Chapter completed!