After a few days of formal separation, the delicate dragon poem did not whimper, but the dragon was crying like rain when he returned home. The young master and A Lian both felt chilled.

It was also after getting into the Tibetan Feng that A Lian knew about Long’s plan to make poems.

It turned out that she was going to give up the opportunity to become a disciple and donate this quota directly to Qingyun. Qingyun represented the Long family and became a disciple of Zhijing Cave Heaven, while she was a follower, accompanying Qingyun.

The little fox naturally lost his opinion on this, but Long Fusi treated Qingyun like this, which immediately made her feel like she was facing a great enemy.

"Yun Lang is just too soft-hearted. He will treat anyone who treats him well. No, he has to think of a way. It is best to let Long Fusi get out of trouble."

Although Yan Nanzhi and Qingyun are childhood sweethearts, their identity and future are basically a foregone conclusion. It is impossible to get together with Yunlang. Xiao Luo is dead, and even if he can be resurrected, he doesn't know what year or year it will be.

The most difficult thing now is this pair of Long Fu poems who fell in love with Qingyun at first sight, the little fox is both secretly hating and envious of the fact that he sacrifices his life and gentleness.

Of course it is not a problem to sacrifice one's life, but she can't learn Long's unique tenderness and intellect in poetry.

It seemed that even if she just looked at it calmly, her affectionate gaze could melt a person's heart, not to mention that this girl also has unique magical powers and confusing sounds.

The sound became sweet and sweet, and even the little fox felt a little unable to withstand it.

So near the evening, A Lian made a sudden idea and shouted that she was hungry. She pestered Qingyun and landed on the ground, and then prepared a big meal for her.

She was raised by Qingyun since childhood. Even now, she still cannot get rid of the habit of begging for food. Of course, Qingyun naturally prepared food for her.

This singing and Long Fusi only saw it with a smile, but never said a word.

"Yunlang, do you stew a pot of hare for me? I'm so hungry."

The pretty A Lian took off her mask and wore a pair of delicate jade feet naked, which was so tempting.

"Okay, okay, well, then what do you want to eat for Fusi?"

Qingyun smiled and agreed, but did not forget to ask Long to write poems.

"I'm free, you just go and find ingredients, I'll make it for you."

Dragon's poems smiled particularly gently.

"You can still cook?"

"Understand."

The young master looked at the other person speechlessly and thought to himself that you can do anything.

"No, no, let Miss Long try Yunlang's craftsmanship later. I have eaten since I was a child, so I can't tell you how delicious it is!"

A Lian looked at Long's poem strangely, not knowing whether it was to show off or be guilty.

"Cooking spoons is a matter of my daughter's house, you guys go."

She just sat there quietly, watching Qingyun and A Lian enter the forest.

In about half an hour, Qingyun held various wild fruits and vegetables, while the little fox pulled a boar that was only half a human size.

The poor mountain pig had already burped and was dragged out by A Lian, but it seemed that there was no wound on its body. It was obviously enjoying euthanasia with high standards.

When the two returned to their original place, the scene in front of them shocked them again.

"Write poetry...this..."

I saw that Long Fushi had set up several stoves at this time, including pots, pans, and pots, and there were also many chopping boards and kitchen knives. Even the stone tables and benches had been moved out to wipe them clean.

However, the more I looked at the stone table, the more familiar it seemed. I thought, could these be the ones in the pavilion in the middle of the Longjia Lake?

With a smile, Long Fushi couldn't see any embarrassment on his face, and said lightly:

"What are you doing while standing there? Give me the ingredients quickly~"

One person and one fox piled everything next to the stove. Long Fushi first skillfully put on an apron, and then said to Qingyun:

"You go and have a rest first, and leave it to me."

"If you want...why I'll do it..."

"It's said that this is my daughter's family business. Just bring back the food that fills your stomach."

My grandfather has never seen this attitude even though he was so old. When he was a child, he not only drank the soup and medicine prepared by his father, but also ate fruits and vegetables. Although his mother loved him, she never cooked a meal for him.

Now he certainly understood that Yun Mulan was the daughter of the Qingxutian Sect Master, and he could only see the truth when he could cook. His skills were all learned in Liangren Village, and then he could copy them to fill his stomach when his father was away.

Even during the period when she was with Xiao Luoyi, if she had been fasting for more than a hundred years, if she cooked and did not poison Qingyun, she would be lucky and lucky, so she usually did it herself to make enough food and clothing.

Long Fushi's appearance as a virtuous wife and mother made Qingyun put down the ingredients by chance. Then she sat stupidly not far away, looking at her intently. Her beautiful face seemed to melt even the ice.

But A Lian was in trouble now.

I was proud and wanted to swear to Long Fushi to swear her status in Qingyun's heart. You see, my men are willing to cook for me, but unexpectedly, they were directly arranged by Long Fushi, turning herself into a willful lady who knows nothing.

I don’t know if I could see the embarrassment and depression on A Lian’s face, but Long Fushi skillfully removed the strange beast and said to A Lian:

"Sister A Lian, if you have nothing to do, why don't you wash these fruits and fruits for me?"

“Oh~”

It has to be said that the dragon poem seems to have a certain natural leadership temperament.

If Yao Mengxun’s dignity is as unattainable as the mysterious girl in the Nine Heavens, it is a bottom-up look up, which makes you have to follow, then what Long Fusi has is a kind of soft and friendly friendship, which makes you willingly approach and protect.

And this time, Qingyun can also see that A Lian is obedient, but her pupils do not tremble at all.

Long Fusi's method of cutting strange beasts was very skillful. If she were not a weak woman, others would have thought that the one who took action was a butcher.

She even cut and chopped her eyes intently, while introducing to A Lian and Qingyun:

"As far as I understand, this should be a strange beast, Ji Teng, or a mixed-blood beast with Ji Teng's bloodline. An adult Ji Teng should be much larger than this one."

"Jiang?"

This is the first time Qingyun has heard this name.

"Yes, look at its pig-faced and rat body, its entire body is covered with sharp hairs with white heads and black tails, which is completely in line with the description of Ji Teng in the book."

"I have seen many such strange beasts in Yiren Mountain before, but I don't know what they are called. I always thought they were pigs..."

While humming, A Lian said weakly, as if she was looking for some sense of existence for herself.

After a little feeling of Fan Qingyun, he found that this strange beast was indeed flowing with an extremely small amount of true spirit bloodline. It was so thin that he would not have seen it on weekdays if he had not sensed it with the immortal true spirit.

It is actually nothing wrong to say that it is a boar.

"The biggest difference between Jilu and a porcupine is its hair. You can observe that the hair of the porcupine only grows on the back, but Jilu is like a hedgehog and has a hard hair all over the body, and the color distribution is very regular."

In the words, Long Fusi did not deliberately correct A Lian's statement about "porcupine" and "mountain pig", and had peeled off the fur of this Ji-san and completely "dismembered the five horses".

“It’s really…”

The little fox leaned closest to it, and after carefully looking at the peeled fur of Jilang for a long time, he said unwillingly.

"I didn't expect that you had never left Baizhen City for Fusi, but you were so knowledgeable."

After being praised by Qingyun, Long Fushi smiled softer and said softly:

"It's all said in the book, and it's actually the first time I've seen Ji Tiao."

After waiting for the next time, Qingyun discovered that Long Fushi did not have a "slight understanding" of cooking, which was completely considered a chef-level level.

With three stoves, she frys, fried, fried, and cooked soup, she even took out a lot of dry goods from her treasure bags for side dishes. Her movements were so fast that A Lian, who was washing vegetables, often couldn't keep up with her speed.

What made Qingyun feel most speechless was that Long Fushi actually took out a stack of cages from the treasure bag. Is this a fucking thing about steaming dishes?

My master always thought that his treasure bag was a grocery store, but today he was really a witch compared to Long Fusi.

Even at the end, A Lian simply stopped and admired the other party's cooking art with stars.

In less than an hour, Long Fushi had already put eight dishes and one soup on the stone table. Finally, she tilted her head and thought for a while, and felt something was wrong. Then she washed the fruits that Qingyuncai had returned and cut them into plates, and brought them up again.

"It's just a dozen, just make it perfect."

A strange beast, some fruits and vegetables, was actually made up by Long Fu's poem and made ten dishes. Qingyun and the little fox looked at her and seemed to have written a big word in each of them: Pei Jiafu.

Facing this table of delicacies that seemed to shine with colorful light, Xiaoye and A Lian, who were sitting side by side, didn't even dare to move their chopsticks first.

"What's wrong? Eat quickly."

Dragon's poems are puzzled.

"Oh by the way, isn't there any wine?"

As she said that, she took out a pot of spiritual wine and several wine glasses from the treasure bag. At this time, Qingyun directly gave her a thumbs up:

"Awesome, you are really amazing in Fusi!"

It seemed that one thumb was not enough, Qingyun stood up the other one and exclaimed sincerely.

After the initial shock, A Lian moved her nose, and then a bloodthirsty light appeared in her beautiful eyes!

"This...this...this is so fragrant!"

Without saying a word, the little fox didn't care about using chopsticks. When he smelled what he wanted to eat, he held it and ate it. Qingyun looked at it for fear that she would even eat the plate.

"Slow down A Lian!"

"It's so... so delicious Yunlang, it's better than what you cook... a thousand times more delicious..."

A black line at the end of the blue cloud.

At this time, Long Fushi also sat on the other side of Qingyun and filled him with a glass of spiritual wine.

"I saw you drinking so much a few days ago, and I don't know if you like drinking. When you left, I asked the head of the family to prepare some for me."

After saying that, she also gave A Lian and herself a full set, and then smiled and said:

"I can't drink much, I can only have a drink with you."
Chapter completed!