I really want to be a cook

He had personally tested Wan Boguang's disguise just now, and found that this was Wan Boguang's true face.

Maybe this is the final reason why he embarked on the road of no return of the Flower Picker.

After all, if you don't know yin and yang, and don't experience great joy, how can you get the final Zen?

Wan Boguang's face didn't look like it could make a girl happy.

"Little Wang, why aren't you sleeping? What are you doing with Ding Ding Dang Dang?"

In the back garden, the old gardener held a lantern and saw Wang Er who was repairing the house.

Wang Er still had that simple and honest smile, climbing on the ladder, holding a wooden plank in his hand, and a hammer, he said to the old gardener:

"It's Uncle Wu. Just now, a strange wind blew out of nowhere and knocked my roof over."

"Is there such a strong wind?"

The old gardener rubbed the back of his head, as if he was trying to remember whether there was a gust of wind just now.

"Yes!"

Wang Er smiled bitterly and said:

"I don't know what's going on with the wind? It seems to have spotted me, and almost blew all my clothes off."

"Then be careful, I'm going to bed first."

"Hey, Uncle Wu, go to sleep, I'll be done soon."

There was another clanging sound.

The person living in the hut has changed.

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"Roar!"

A deafening roar broke the peaceful morning at Murong Mansion.

Jiang Ping woke up suddenly.

He opened his eyes and looked out of the window. There was a field of flowers in various colors. Apart from that, there was only a thin morning mist.

The roar was like an illusion.

"Roar!"

Another sound.

This is Baiji's voice.

what happened?

Jiang Ping was puzzled.

However, he kept his identity in mind at this moment and ignored it.

He is Wang Er.

Wang Er, who pretends to be Wan Boguang, can retire after coping with the temptation of the Demon Sect.

According to Wan Boguang's confession, every once in a while, someone will pass the news to him directly or indirectly.

It may be a boy sweeping the floor, or a maid who comes to fetch flowers, even they themselves don't know that they have become tool people.

But Wan Boguang knew that there was a pair of eyes staring at him from behind.

He was able to cultivate his character and be a vegetarian for less than half a year. This kind of secret fear is also a major reason.

So Jiang Ping can only wait like Wan Boguang.

Wait for someone to contact him to confirm that Wan Boguang is still there.

Then voluntarily disappeared.

At that time, someone will have to link Wan Boguang's disappearance to him.

He had reason to suspect that the system panel was targeting him.

Why Wan Boguang's disappearance caused Momen to suspect him, obviously the system secretly reported it, okay?

With a sigh of relief, Jiang Ping lifted his spirits, picked up the hoe in the corner of the room and went out.

starting today,

Weeding, farming, gardening,

Be a happy person.

I am Wang Er,

An ugly but gentle gardener.

noon.

back yard.

in the shade.

With the cool breeze blowing, Jiang Ping and Uncle Wu squatted on the ground to eat together.

He was holding a large bowl in his hand, and the bowl was full of white rice, all sticking out.

On the left and right sides are spread two large chunks of fat and thin dried plums with pickled meat, green vegetables, and scrambled eggs, all piled up together, poured with gravy, and one bite is happiness.

All the workers eat a lot, and even Uncle Wu, who is in his early sixties, holds a sea bowl no smaller than that of Jiang Ping.

"Today's food is not bad."

Uncle Wu took out a clove of garlic from his pocket, served it with rice, and ate it deliciously.

Jiang Ping ate in suspense.

Wang Er didn't talk much at first, only when the little daughters-in-law and big girls came to the garden, he laughed and talked more.

Uncle Wu was used to it and expressed his understanding.

Wasn't he like this back then, like a peacock, showing his most beautiful place to those little girls.

Finally, he realized a truth.

Not being able to marry a daughter-in-law is a matter of getting used to being alone.

Sudden.

"Wang Wang!!!"

"Where did the dog bark come from?"

Uncle Wu stood up and followed the sound.

At the entrance of the garden, the second butler led a group of people in. It was a big white dog, two men and a woman, and behind them were a group of guards from the Murong Mansion, all of whom were armed with knives and sticks. Stance.

The girl was clean and beautiful, but she had a cold face, one man was bruised and swollen, and he covered his mouth and screamed for injustice, and the other man also had a serious face.

The big white dog met yesterday, and a very beautiful little girl came with him.

Seeing their menacing appearance, Uncle Wu intuitively told him that something was wrong, and hurriedly shouted at Jiang Ping:

"Xiao Wang, stop eating, the butler is here!"

Then he hid the half-eaten garlic in his pocket, put down his rice bowl, and greeted him.

"Old Wu!"

The second housekeeper did not have the usual politeness, but said a little anxiously:

"This is Second Miss. She wants to ask you something, and you must answer truthfully."

Uncle Wu nodded blankly, still not knowing what happened.

Here.

Jiang Ping raised his head and met a pair of golden pupils.

Then I saw those eyes from worry, anger, to doubt, to doubt, to joy.

Jiang Ping didn't know when he understood eye language, but he still had a pair of dogs, bah, it was Yan's eyes.

Made!

How did they find it? !

"Wang Wang Wang!!!"

Bai Jie shouted excitedly towards Jiang Ping.

Don't come here! Hey!

Jiang Ping was about to cry, holding a big bowl, and looked dumbfounded, to outsiders, he was terrified.

"Xiao Wang, don't be afraid, you can answer whatever the Second Miss asks, and nothing will happen."

Uncle Wu exhorted him as if he had come here.

It seems that he has forgotten the experience that he was almost scared to pee just now.

"That's right! If you dare to hide anything today, don't say that Sister Xianxian won't let you go, even I won't let you go. My son's beating today won't be in vain!"

The man who was beaten badly was Murong Zheng.

Jiang Ping didn't know what kind of Tai Sui this guy had committed, but it seemed that he was beaten by Immortal Murong.

"Mmmmmmm!"

Jiang Ping nodded sullenly, looking terrified.

"Murong Pervert, don't scare people! If you don't find Jing Jing today, I will never let you go!"

Murong Xianxian glared at Murong Zheng, and asked Jiang Ping:

"Wang Er, right? Let me ask you, did a servant girl lead Da Mao, this big white dog came to look for you yesterday?"

"There is a girl like this. She said Miss Yuzhu introduced her and wanted me to help her cure a pot of roses."

Jiang Ping replied tremblingly as if recalling.

"Then do you know where she went?"

Murong Xian's fairy eyes were filled with anticipation.

I didn't expect you to have a deep affection for me. Could it be that you also saw a King Kong male body exuding masculine charm hidden under that long skirt?

Jiang Ping was deeply moved, then shook his head and pretended to be stupid:

"do not know."

"Think again!"

"Just tell me what you know! Ma De, I'm so anxious!

If you find Jing Jing, I will give you a big reward, and you can do whatever you want!

You must return my innocence! "

At the side, Murong was wailing fiercely.

Last night, he fought with many people until late at night. When he woke up in the morning, his back was sore and dizzy. Before he could put on his pants, he was picked up by a big white dog. He was almost scared and couldn't get hard anymore.

Then there was a beating, and it was only after the beating that Jing Jing disappeared.

But damn, he doesn't even know who Jing Jing is!

Bai Jie on the side also stepped forward to sniff, and then the hair on his head lit up, looking very excited.

"I really don't know. When that girl gave me the rose flowers yesterday, she fell on the ground and stained her clothes. She said she was going back to change clothes. Uncle Wu also saw it.

Then I stayed here all day studying that rose plant. "

Jiang Ping pointed to a ruined Chinese rose in the distance.

"Look, I just transplanted it into the soil, and I'm going to study it again today."

Get out!You dead dog!

Seeing Bai Jie's look of wanting to hug him but not daring to do so, Jiang Ping was calm on the surface, but roared in his heart.