Xue Ling's words seemed very careless.

But on the other hand, it is absolutely true.

That is, the Xiaohun Inn is indeed about to open. Xue Ling is now the cook of the Xiaohun Inn, and the Bee Wings of the Beehive, due to emotions and reasons, have to go back to cooking.

Instead of staying here with two adults all day.

Lu Yuan raised his head and looked at Zhao Jing.

Zhao Jing smiled: "Master Lu decides everything."

"Then go ahead." Lu Yuan said.

Xue Ling thanked her, then turned and walked down the tower.

Just as she turned around, Lu Yuan called her from behind.

Xue Ling stopped and looked at Lu Yuan.

"Pay attention to safety." Lu Yuan said softly, a little carelessly, but with a hint of sincerity.

Xue Ling was stunned, not knowing what Lu Yuan really thought.

In fact, she no longer hates Lu Yuan as much as she did at first.

After all, Xue Ling is no longer the original Xue Ling.

But Lu Yuan's attitude has also changed a lot from before.

Maybe the current Xue Ling is indeed useful to Lu Yuan.

Xue Ling hummed.

"Thank you, sir."

…

…

After getting off the city wall, Xue Ling couldn't go back immediately.

She changed her clothes first. Jin Yiwei's clothes were different from those of the cook, or Xue Ling's clothes were completely different from Lin Xue's clothes.

Even if the two identities are no longer so important and different.

But Lin Xue still has value.

In other words, in Xue Ling's heart, Lin Xue is still very important.

After changing clothes, Xue Ling returned to Xiaohun Inn and saw Fang Bie standing at the door of the inn, with a black cloth over his eyes, soliciting customers. The brick wall that had been broken before had been repaired.

Xue Ling glanced at the door subconsciously.

But He Ping was not seen.

"Where's Sister Ping?" Xue Ling couldn't help but ask.

"Going out." Fang Bie said calmly: "You go to the kitchen first, there are still a lot of things to do today."

Xue Ling glanced at Fang Bie, and finally resisted saying anything. Instead, she passed by Fang Bie, walked into the depths of the inn, came to the smoky kitchen she was familiar with, and then picked up the

kitchen knife.

In any case, this is the job Xue Ling is most familiar with now.

It is a job that is more familiar to me than being a Jin Yiwei or being a bee wing in a hive.

Cut the vegetables, heat the pan, stir-fry, and add oil.

When the inn reopened, Xue Ling felt like she was back to her busy self.

This lasted for a whole noon until after noon in the afternoon, she finally had some free time, and took a steamed bun and gnawed it in her mouth.

The steamed buns were steamed in the morning. They are soft and delicious. You can break off small pieces with your fingers and put them in your mouth. After being moistened with saliva, they have a sweet taste.

There are pickles and porridge on hand. In fact, Xue Ling spends many lunches like this.

Things that seemed unimaginable before become natural after experiencing them.

Xue Ling lowered her head and took a mouthful of pickles and put it into her mouth. The Vajra Indestructible Magic in her body was still running, impacting and washing every acupuncture point.

From the beginning, it was just a seed, which gradually nourished the whole body and spread out. Now, it can almost circulate in the body by itself, flushing and improving the physical condition.

Although it is said that Master Kongwu gave Xue Ling a good starting point, in the end, it was Xue Ling who made this gift come true in her body little by little.

In fact, Xue Ling is not very sure about what state she is in now. According to common sense, the Vajra Indestructibility Magic is a kind of hard work that slowly warms and transforms the body, which means that the older you get, the stronger you become.

But for Xue Ling, she truly felt that the speed at which she had become stronger in the past six months had begun to accelerate a little bit.

It seems that with every battle and every time the indestructible power is invoked, the depth of one's own power becomes a little deeper.

Maybe, I am really suitable for this martial arts?

Recalling what the eminent monk Kongwu said to him when he passed away, Xue Ling would always have such an illusion.

After all, what she explained to Lu Yuan and others was true, that is, when she was young, she did meet this eminent monk Kongwu and was given the title Zhenling.

But I never thought that when I grew up, before the eminent monk Kongwu passed away, he would be given this title again and pass on the indestructible power of Vajra.

While Xue Ling was thinking this, she heard the kitchen door ringing. She looked up and saw that it was Fang Bie who pushed the door open.

Fang Bie looked at Xue Ling, who was sitting by the stove eating steamed buns and pickles, and couldn't help but laugh. After laughing, he sat aside and stretched out his hand to Xue Ling: "Give me one."

Xue Ling handed Fang Bie a steamed bun and watched as Fang Bie stuffed it into his mouth and took a big bite: "You haven't eaten either?"

"You don't know if I've eaten or not." Fang Bi ate up the steamed bun and the pickles in just two or three mouthfuls. Fortunately, the steamed bun was still soft and not too choking. The boy poured himself another bowl of white porridge and drank it all.

Xue Ling looked a little lost.

Yes, she knew how cautious Fang Bie was in normal times, but only at Xiaohun Inn, Fang Bie almost never doubted that there was any manipulation in the food she made.

Of course, Xue Ling had never thought about it, let alone did it.

"And we will have to deliver food to others later." Fang Bie continued.

"Who?" Xue Ling couldn't help but ask.

"Shang Jiuge, who else is there besides her?" Fang Bie looked at Xue Ling and said as if she were a fool.

Fang Bie did not ask what Xue Ling said and listened to Lu Yuan that morning.

But Xue Ling felt that she had an obligation to tell the other party. After all, what she heard today was still very important.

"I have some information to tell you." Xue Ling thought for a while and decided to use the method of "I have some information to tell you" instead of "I have something to say to you".

Because if I say I have something to say to you, it can easily be misunderstood as a confession or something like that.

Especially Xue Ling still has a certain record in this regard.

"Is it about Jin Yiwei's movements?" Fang Bie asked with a smile.

He was finishing the porridge at hand, and then served himself another bowl.

"Yeah." Xue Ling nodded.

"Then let's talk while walking." Fang Biey said with a smile. As he spoke, Fang Biey picked up the bamboo basket next to the stove and put a dozen steamed buns, a small jar of pickles, a piece of braised beef, and a jar into it.

Porridge, then cover it and put it on Xue Ling's back.

"Let's go." Fang Bie said, while Xue Ling was a little stunned: "Now?"

"Of course, Shang Jiuge is hungry." Fang Bie said.

Xue Ling could only nodded, checked the stove, and then went out to close the door of the inn and temporarily closed it, and the two of them left the inn.

"That's right." On the way.

Xue Ling carried the bamboo basket on her back and looked away.

"Over there." Xue Ling did not say the word Jin Yiwei.

After all, it's on the street.
Chapter completed!