If you want to change ordinary people, Bo Siyan will be so detrimental, you will have turned around and left long ago.
But Qin Songyao is different. She just went up the mountain today and was calm and didn't want to bother with Bo Siyan. The most important thing was that the more she was concerned about Bo Siyan, the more excited she became.
It’s better to do the opposite. He won’t hurt her and will be disgusted by her.
"I just burned the paper and kowtowed. I have to eat your master's meal and drink another sip of water, right?"
Bo Siyan didn't expect that she was so thick-skinned. The knife he shot out made her face rebound back.
He was about to sarcastically mock her again, but she had already stepped over him.
She said, "I'll leave after eating."
Wen Yan stood at the corner and waited. Before Bo Siyan could come over, he led Qin Songyao to the kitchen.
Qin Songyao straightened his back and ignored the thorny gaze behind him.
When she arrived at the kitchen, she crossed the threshold and glanced at the things inside, and found that there was a mess and she had not cleaned up the flour she had used before.
She turned her head and found Wen Yan standing outside the threshold and not coming in.
Qin Songyao was puzzled, "Is no one cleaning up?"
Wen Yan explained: "The monk said that the meals must be made by his own family, and outsiders cannot interfere."
Qin Songyao understood.
Bo Siyan had only one person, so he naturally only did these things himself.
She didn't say anything, bent down and cleared out a few vegetables at her feet first.
There was also Bo Siyan's leftover noodles made in a meal on the table, which looked pretty good.
"Do you continue to use these?"
Wenyan said: "Those who want to stay for guests."
guest?
Where did the guests come from?
Qin Songyao thought for a while and guessed: "I'll give you food."
Bo Siyan must have brought a lot of people up the mountain, so these people can barely be considered guests.
Wenyan nodded.
Qin Songyao asked again: "Did he cook it himself?"
Before Wen Yan could answer, she glanced forward and Bo Siyan had already walked over.
He quickly avoided and stood at the door to be the door god.
Bo Siyan walked in and found that Qin Songyao was also standing inside the threshold. He was about to attack when he heard the voice of Yan coming in from outside.
"Young master, the abbot said, you can't commit verbal karma."
Bo Siyan: "..."
He didn't believe in ghosts and gods at all, and frowned for a long time, but didn't speak.
Qin Songyao didn't notice anything unusual. Seeing that he was going to cook noodles with fire, he quickly made way for him.
Boiling water, it looks quite decent.
Until the noodles are picked up and the seasoning is added.
Bo Siyan took a huge basin, yes, it was a basin, stainless steel.
The pot of noodles was squeezed into it, and there was not much soup left.
He took the salt jar with a serious expression, and even the spoon was useless, so he poured it into it.
Make a thumbs up.
At least half a can.
Qin Songyao was stunned and turned to look at Wen Yan.
You guys used to eat like this?
He was numb when he heard the banquet.
Yes, I eat this every year.
After Bo Siyan released the salt, he finished the basin. He took it out and handed it to the Wenchang outside the door.
Wen Yan sighed silently and took his face to the next door.
Qin Songyao stood there.
Bo Siyan turned around and glanced at her.
"I would like to make one for you alone?"
No, no.
Qin Songyao laughed dryly, she glanced around, found a pair of bowls and chopsticks, and followed Wen Yan.
There were two tables in the dining hall.
Qin Songyao walked in and found that Bo Siyan's subordinates were all ready and had a serious expression.
Next to him, the abbot and several masters were also there, and his expression was a little hard to describe.
She sat down with a small bowl, and soon Bo Siyan came over.