In this way, he had long planned to accept Mo Jiuzi as his disciple, and he was jealous of Mo Jiuzi.
Then why didn't he become suspicious after hearing Han Shanzi's words?
Or maybe you're suspicious but haven't shown it yet?
After all, this person has always been expressive of joy and anger, maybe he is also observing her...
She shuddered and stood there in a daze.
"Hey, hey, you're stepping on cabbage!" the white jade snail shouted.
Wu Jiuzi woke up and saw that she had indeed stepped into the cabbage patch unknowingly. She sighed and shook her head.
No matter what, he is very kind to her now and has done many things for her. Now that he is drunk, she should serve him wholeheartedly and repay his kindness.
"Snail, what vegetables does the priest usually like to eat?" Wu Jiuzi decided to fry a few side dishes to honor him.
Usually when master and disciple eat, Wu Jiuzi eats whatever he wants, and Wu Jiuzi always cooks it according to his own taste.
This time she decided to fry some of his favorite foods...
"Hey, little girl, don't always think the snail is longer than the snail. I have a name! My name is Black Tea! Black Tea!" the white jade snail shouted dissatisfied.
Wu Jiuzi looked at its white jade-like shell speechlessly.
Black tea? Where is the black tea? Isn’t this name too unworthy of its name?!
She looked at it sincerely: "I think it would be more appropriate for you to call it white tea."
"I don't want to call it white tea. It sounds like an idiot. Black tea is more powerful. Black is Mo Ye, the king of darkness. The style suits me exactly..." The white jade snail shook his head.
Wu Jiuzi: "..." The snail of emotion is still a snail that wants to be possessed, dark...
I couldn't help but think of the purple-clothed Lord Lou Wuyue, his murderousness without blinking an eye, his cold-blooded ruthlessness, and his evil charm...
I shuddered, that one is the representative of the dark series, right?!
Compared with him, this snail is just a kind and cute pet.
"Okay, black tea is just black tea. Then let me ask you about black tea, what does the priest like to eat? You don't know, right?" Wu Jiuzi didn't want to get entangled with the question of black and white anymore, and asked himself again
question.
"Of course I know!" Hei Cha waved his tentacles proudly: "The priest likes to eat peppers! Pointy red peppers! Before you came, he would pick them occasionally, and he would always pick that one."
Love to eat Chaotian pepper?!
Is this priest reincarnated from Sichuan?
What a strong taste! Wu Jiuzi was in awe.
Wu Jiuzi also likes spicy food, but the most she can do is stir-fry half a red pepper in the dish to enhance the flavor, but she doesn't dare to eat it alone.
Especially the Chaotian pepper in this garden was even spicy to a new level. She was deeply impressed after eating it once...
………………
After all, Wu Jiuzi was not very mobile, so she cooked a few dishes, then a light porridge, and finally a bowl of hangover soup.
After setting out the dishes and porridge, she walked into the fragrant bedroom with the sobering soup.
The curtains in the palace were hung low and not a single sound could be heard.
"Master, would you like to get up and have some soup?" Wu Jiuzi said to the tent.
There was no movement in the tent, not even breathing could be heard.
Wu Jiuzi's heart sank. Drunk people usually breathe heavily, so they shouldn't be able to hear any movement...
She suddenly opened the bed curtain and was stunned for a moment.
The bedding on the bed was neat and still the same as when she left.