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Zhao Xuan didn't know what her apprentice was thinking, she handed the kitchen knife to Zhao Yu, and told him to deal with the fish quickly, and then plunged into the kitchen again when it was ready to cook.
What she didn't even know was that after she left, the big and small people in the yard were already at war with each other.
After the master left, Zhao Yu stared at Ying Zheng unscrupulously, and the unpredictability became more and more obvious on his young face. He felt that this man was not worthy of his master at all.
The master is good-looking and capable, what qualifications does this man have to stand shoulder to shoulder with the master?
His "uncle" should be as powerful as his master.
This disgusting and critical gaze was so obvious that it was difficult for Ying Zheng to ignore it.
He turned his head slightly and looked at Zhao Yu, his eyes were indifferent, like a pool of stagnant water, without any ups and downs. It was such a calm look in his eyes, but Zhao Yu, who was holding a kitchen knife to scrape fish scales, suddenly felt a chill down his spine.
? Zhao Yu stared at Ying Zheng with a startled expression and a turbulent heart. He tightened the kitchen knife in his hand and instantly entered a state of defense.
The look in this man's eyes is so terrifying!
Although Zhao Yu is young, he has studied art with Zhao Xuan since he was a child, and his senses have always been keen. Ying Zheng glanced lightly, with a stern look on his face, Zhao Yu's heart tightened, and he instantly withdrew his teasing thoughts.
He curled his lips, lowered his head, blocked his timid eyes, and continued to work on the matter at hand.
Invisible battle, the first wave, Ying Zheng wins.
"Zhao Yu, is the fish ready? Bring it in as soon as it's ready." Zhao Xuan yelled into the yard after frying the potatoes, telling Zhao Yu to quickly take the fish into the kitchen, she was about to cook it.
Her voice broke the strange stalemate in the courtyard.
"Here we come." Hearing the master's shout, Zhao Yu breathed a sigh of relief.
At this moment, he no longer has the heart to care about whether this strange man is the master's "boyfriend". He just wants to return to the warm embrace of the master quickly and ask for comfort!
This person is so frightening!
He stood quietly like a statue, but the ferocity surrounding him seemed to be precipitated after killing tens of millions of people, which made it impossible to ignore.
Where did this man come from?
After Zhao Yu entered the kitchen, he didn't plan to go out to face Ying Zheng anymore. He followed behind Zhao Xuan and helped him.
A meal was quickly completed under the concerted efforts of the two masters and apprentices.
Zhao Xuan asked him to bring the dishes to the table, while she took a piece of duck blood from the refrigerator and prepared to make duck blood soup for Ying Zheng.
There are only three people in the family, so she and Zhao Yu can't sit at the table and eat, while Ying Zheng stands aside and watches.
Although it doesn't matter if he eats or not, she thinks it's not good. She brought Yingzheng out of the underground palace because she wanted him to blend into the world. If she blocks him out at the dinner table, then how can he blend in.
In a short time, she and Ying Zheng couldn't do without each other. And she doesn't want the partner she identified to spend time alone in the dark underground palace, so she'd better have some snacks!
Although Yingzheng is different from other zombies, the species is still a zombie. Except for blood, other things cannot be imported, otherwise it will affect his body. In mild cases, he will feel uncomfortable. Influence.
After Zhao Xuan thought about it, she could only use the blood of animals as ingredients and make things for him to eat.
Duck blood soup is really just duck blood soup. When Zhao Xuan cooked it, he didn't even put oil and salt into the soup, and started the pot.
When Zhao Yu put the dishes on the table, Ying Zheng automatically felt that he was lying back in the coffin. Although he is a zombie now, before he became a zombie, he was a human being, and he learned more human etiquette than anyone else.
When Zhao Xuan brought the duck blood soup to the table and saw that there was no one in the courtyard, she knew that he must have gone back to her room. She took off her apron and asked Zhao Yu to serve the meal first, while she went to the room and asked Ying Zheng to come out to eat.
After Ying Zheng knew the reason for Zhao Xuan's visit, a faint ripple appeared in his calm eyes. He did not refuse Zhao Xuan's kindness, got up from the coffin, silently followed behind Zhao Xuan, and sat down at the dining table.
Looking at a small bowl of duck blood soup in front of him, Ying Zheng's throat rolled over without a trace, and then he picked up the chopsticks slightly, and started to eat slowly.
How Ying Zheng felt in his heart, Zhao Xuan didn't know. But when she saw him eating bite by bite with gusto, she raised her eyes slightly, showing a little joy.
Zhao Yu glanced at the duck blood soup in front of Yingzheng, his hand holding the chopsticks trembled slightly, his black eyes tightened, and he lowered his head, pretending to be nonchalantly picking rice into his mouth.
As he ate, his eyesYan Guang watched Ying Zheng secretly, and when it was over, he turned to look at Zhao Xuan again, his heart beating wildly.
Master, this is
He is a scholar. Although he doesn't have much ability, he knows some of the simplest basic knowledge.
Naturally, the apprentice's petty actions did not escape Zhao Xuan's eyes. Regarding Ying Zheng's identity, she never thought that she could hide it from him. After all, they will live in the same courtyard in the future, not to mention anything else, the coffin in Yingzheng's room can reveal everything.
She didn't intend to tell him Ying Zheng's identity, but she didn't intend to hide it either. The truth, let him discover for himself.
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Early the next morning, not long after Zhao Xuan opened the store door, Principal Wang stepped into the coffin shop on his old legs. He came to find Zhao Xuan to understand the follow-up of the school.
After hearing from Zhao Xuan that the school matter had been completely settled, Principal Wang felt relieved, and gave Zhao Xuan the final payment, and left the coffin shop with brisk steps.
Zhao Xuan had a good impression of Principal Wang. This time, she only charged a friendly price, one thousand yuan.
Zhao Xuan took out five red banknotes from inside, and then went into the yard. Zhao Yu was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the yard practicing exercises. The sun was shining brightly, and a little bit of it scattered on his body. On his slightly childish face, it seemed that there were a few traces of holy brilliance in the tranquility.
Zhao Xuan didn't bother him, but twirled her feet and walked away from him lightly, then entered Ying Zheng's room.
In just a few days, Zhao Xuan knocked on the coffin more and more frequently.
Ying Zheng sat up from the coffin, looking deeply at the woman outside the coffin with his bloodshot eyes.
"What's the matter?" He asked lightly, with a bit of annoyance in his tone.
Zhao Xuan didn't take his little emotions to heart at all. She handed two hundred-yuan bills to Ying Zheng and said, "Take it and put it on your body, it's convenient to go out." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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