When Xue Ling walked out of the kitchen with a red face, looking at the clear moonlight and the stars outside, as well as the woman in green who was drinking on the roof, she couldn't help but stomp her feet: "Sister Ping!"

She only called out the word "Sister Ping", but all the anger and shame were included in these two words.

Under the moonlight, He Ping raised her glass to toast Xue Lingyao, and smiled and said, "How is it, is it good to look good?"

The twenty-nine-year-old woman asked the seventeen-year-old Xue Ling like this in the moonlight.

Under the moonlight, her face was a beautiful and blurry side face under the light and shadow, and the wine cup in her hand rippled.

As the gods and ghosts were sent, Xue Ling nodded: "It looks good."

When the words "good" were said, Xue Ling felt something was wrong. She covered her mouth with her hands, and for a moment she didn't know why she took it for granted.

At that moment, my face turned red like an apple.

After all, how could such shameless words be spoken out of his mouth? Xue Ling wished he could tear his mouth apart.

However, He Ping just looked at Xue Ling who was covering her face under the moonlight and smiled calmly: "It's enough to look good."

"Okay, you should go to bed."

"Although you may not be able to sleep for a while."

Xue Ling trotted all the way away from He Ping's gaze. He Ping looked at the back of the girl in her eyes, shook her head with a smile, and then drank the cup full of it.

Continue to sit down and drink alone at the moon.

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...

When the 4th update was heard outside the inn, Fang Bie walked out of the kitchen under the already slanted moonlight and saw He Ping still drinking on the roof.

He Ping only brought a pot of wine and had no food to serve, but she was able to use this small pot of wine to drink it until she was ugly.

I drank it until Fang Bie came out.

If this is also a skill, then He Ping's ability can be considered to be the pinnacle.

"Sister Ping, can't you drink less alcohol?" Fang Bie looked at the roof and looked up and said helplessly.

"I didn't eat your rice again." He Ping said lightly, and shook the bottle that was not much left in her hand.

At best, this wine bottle can only hold one pound of wine. And what He Ping did not drink the strongest white wine, but the distilled and filtered rice wine, which should be much softer in the mouth.

"I can't drink badly, don't worry."

"After all, compared to a fool who is stunned by the moon, I prefer to be a fool who drinks wine under the moon."

Fang Bie sighed.

"Did you call Lin Xue in?"

He Ping shook her head naturally: "I probably just pointed the way?"

He Ping said it was very innocent.

"Lin Xue is a good girl." Fang Bi said.

He Ping nodded: "I also know that Lin Xue is a good girl."

"But not every good girl should push her to me?" Fang Bi asked back.

He Ping looked at Fang Bie, feeling like an old mother was looking at her son: "You are already seventeen?"

"Lin Xue is my partner, and the organization stipulates that partners cannot fall in love." Fang Bie said.

"Regulations are the regulations of the organization," He Ping said: "But all regulations have exceptions."

Fang Bei nodded: "But I don't plan to like anyone for the time being."

"Why?" He Ping asked.

"Like it means weakness." Fang Bei said with a smile: "I don't want to leave too many weaknesses in this world for the time being."

"I protect Lin Xue just because she or it's more useful to me, but I will never let myself die just to keep her alive."

"And the so-called feelings are something that makes people do stupid things."

"I might not try to like someone until the day when I am strong enough."

“But not now.”

He Ping listened to Fang Bie's words and asked back, "Are you not strong enough now?"

Fang Bei nodded naturally: "Of course it's not powerful enough. There are many people in this world who can kill me."

He Ping smiled: "There are not much."

Fang Bie shook his head: "A lot."

"For you, I'm afraid there is only one person in this world who can kill you, and you will feel a lot, right?" He Ping asked.

Fang Bie nodded: "Yes, there are enough of one, and now there are many more than one."

"Then how is your sword?" He Ping asked.

Fang Bie was silent for a moment: "I'm still practicing."

"Then I'm looking forward to the day you will practice." He Ping said.

"You may be practicing the strongest sword in the world."

"I don't know if it's strong enough." Fang Bie smiled: "But it really takes a long time to practice."

"It's getting late, I'm going to go to bed." Fang Bie said.

He walked towards his room and when he reached the door of his ear room, he turned around and looked up at the woman on the roof: "Thank you."

"Don't you keep your life-saving grace in your heart, not in your mouth?" He Ping turned her head and said with a smile.

The smile is gentle and sweet.

"I'm thanking Sister Ping for keeping me safe until now." Fang Bie said quietly, smiled slightly, then walked into his room and closed the door at the same time.

He Ping shook her head helplessly, raised her hand and yawned, then poured the remaining wine in her hand into her mouth, then jumped from the roof to the yard.

The moonlight shines on her shadow.

Straight and slender.

He Ping walked along her shadow to her room.

The same steps are calm and straight, and every step is on your own shadow, without any deviation in the shadow.

There was no sign of it, she drank wine all night on the roof under the moon.

Only the lonely moon shines on the empty courtyard.

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...

When Xue Ling got up the next day, it seemed that nothing happened last night.

As the cook of Xiaohun Inn, the girl has to get up early every day to process the ingredients, and then wait for Fangdou to clean up the store and open it. He Ping is responsible for settlement.

This is the day at this little inn.

When nothing happened, Xiaohun Inn was a peaceful, compact and clean inn, offering accommodation in ten rooms, three meals for morning, noon and evening, and some simple takeaway services.

This is the usual appearance of Xiaohun Inn. People around him gradually became familiar with this inn that had been open for less than half a year. They began to accept the dishes and tastes inside, and they would also praise the tender and sophisticated chef for getting better and better cooking.

Although in terms of the business behind Xiaohun Inn, just the income from entertaining guests and staying in the hotel, I don’t know if there is any profit of ten taels of silver in a month.

But Xue Ling really feels that He Ping attaches great importance to this income and attaches great importance to it.

Even Fang Bie cleans the hall every day very seriously, diligently, and meticulously.

Sometimes Xue Ling would feel that Fang Bie was not a normal person at all. He seemed to be whipping himself forward with a whip at all times, self-disciplined, cold, and very serious and cautious.
Chapter completed!