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Hangzhou is very beautiful, and the food is also very exquisite. Junzishu¡¯s appetite here is actually quite spicy, but the food here is relatively light, and fortunately the taste is very good.
The martial arts conference is about to be held. This place is much more lively than the Weishui River, but there is still at least half a month until the martial arts conference is held.
Jun Zishu and the others arrived earlier, so they did not choose to stay in an inn, but rented a small courtyard.
This way, you have a stronger sense of autonomy, and you are not afraid of being stared at by anyone.
There is also a small kitchen in the small courtyard. The first person to cook was Wei Zinan.
Wei Zinan originally expected the two girls to work in the kitchen. After all, Junzi was far away from the kitchen, but neither Junzishu nor Shen Zheyan knew how to cook.
Let's not talk about the gentleman's book. She has not been able to cook since she was a child. After being abducted to the Demon Sect Zao, she has been well-dressed and well-fed. All she needs to do is practice kung fu every day. She is a saint of the Demon Sect, and she has several maids waiting for her when she comes in and out. Then It's impossible to ask someone who has no fingers to touch Yang Chunshui to cook.
At first, she went in and was eager to try it, but the food she made looked so miserable that no one dared to eat it, let alone eat it.
Shen Zheyan could actually cook before. After the village was completely destroyed, when she went to live in another place, she prepared food for her to eat. But after becoming a disciple, she no longer needed to do those chores. Although the sect is small, there are still people who specialize in cooking, so Shen Zheyan hasn't done anything for seven or eight years and has long forgotten how to cook.
Faced with this situation, Wei Zinan really had no choice but to go into the kitchen and give it a try.
The rice cooked by Wei Zinan is only edible, not very delicious. Jun Zishu can't be picky if she wants to, after all, she can't cook it herself.
After eating Wei Zinan¡¯s food for two days in a row, everyone really couldn¡¯t stand it anymore.
Not only Junzi Shu can¡¯t stand it, but Wei Zinan can¡¯t stand it either.
He can strictly control the heat of the decoction, but he really can't control the heat of the dishes.
"Why don't we go out to eat, or invite someone to come back and cook."
Jun Zishu, a wealthy saint who has never been short of money since joining the Demon Sect, made this suggestion.
"I think it's okay."
Wei Zinan, an outstanding disciple of Yaogu who is also very wealthy and has not suffered much, nodded.
¡°It seems like this is the only way to go.¡±
Shen Zheyan nodded in agreement.
Jun Zishu touched her belly and pursed her lips. She missed the Demon Cult more at this time. After all, the food there was really good and she was very comfortable being served.
Shen Zheyan saw Jun Zi Shu's appearance and moved his fingers on his side.
After eating outside for several days, Jun Zishu woke up one day and smelled the aroma of food in the yard.
Although there are not many rooms in the small courtyard, there are still three. After Junzishu washed up, he stretched in front of his room, moved his nose, smelled the smell in the air, and walked towards the kitchen.
By this time, Wei Zinan had almost gotten up and smelled the same fragrance.
"Sister? Why are you cooking?"
Jun Zishu raised his eyebrows and smelled the smell of porridge and pancakes.
"I woke up early today and went out to buy some materials."
Shen Zheyan brought out a bowl of porridge and a plate of pancakes and placed them on the stone table outside. The bowl of porridge was obviously for Junzi Shu. The color of the pancakes looked bright and yellow, which made people look very happy. Have appetite.
"Sister, how do you know how to make this pancake?"
This pancake is what Junzishu has been eating for several days. It is sold at a stall not far away.
¡°The more you watch, the more you learn.¡±
The pancakes at that stall are all freshly fried, so Shen Zheyan can see how they are made every time. As for the ingredients, she can almost estimate what is in them at a glance.
"Let me try it."
Jun Zishu sat down, took the chopsticks handed to her by Shen Zheyan, couldn't wait to take a bite of the pancake, put it in her mouth to taste, and then gave Shen Zheyan a thumbs up.
¡°Brother Zinan, there is still porridge in the kitchen, go and serve it yourself.¡±
"OK."
Wei Zinan quickly walked to the kitchen and took a bowl of porridge.
"Sister, did you learn this specially for me?"
¡°It¡¯s not good to go out to eat every day, anyway, said nothing, but the gold thread in his hand flew out and wrapped around Junzi Shude's wrist.
"what do you mean?"
Jun Zishu shook his hand, but found that he could not break free from the entanglement of the golden thread.
"Are you from the Demon Cult?"
Yun Sheng said with a slight hesitation, but his expression was very calm.
"What are you talking about?"
Jun Zishu made a confused and angry expression, then stretched out his hand and pulled the gold thread on his wrist, but he couldn't pull it away.
Yunsheng just looked at the gentleman's book quietly and said nothing.
"I saved you, and this is how you repay me?"
"excuse me."
As soon as Yun Sheng raised his hand, Jin Si hooked the gentleman's book and pulled it in front of Yun Sheng.
The gold thread was withdrawn, and there were several tiny, almost invisible red marks on Jun Zishu's wrist.
"It is indeed very disrespectful."
Jun Zishu rubbed his wrist, but he was thinking about who this person was, and he could actually tell her identity at a glance.
¡°If I¡¯m not wrong, you are the new devil¡¯s saint, right?¡±
Yunsheng said this very clearly word for word. The expression on his face showed neither fear nor curiosity. It was as if he was simply stating a fact. There was no pride in revealing his identity, nor was there any kind of knowledge. It is the disgust of the Demon Cult.
Suddenly fell off the horse?
Jun Zishu narrowed his eyes and approached Yunsheng without a smile on his face. The distance between the two was very close. Jun Zishu had a sense of intimidation on his body, but Yun Sheng was still calm and gentle. The gentlemen looked at each other.
Shen Zheyan kicked the man off the stage. When he looked up, he saw Jun Zishu and a woman very close to each other, and from her angle, the two seemed to be kissing.
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I am the second watcher. Please don¡¯t hit my mother. After all, my mother is smart, pretty, cute, hard-working and hard-working [10,000 words are omitted below]
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