My wife is the sect leader

However, his mind was a little dizzy at the moment, and he didn't notice the purple light released by the book from the ground at all.

"Get up first."

An Jing rubbed his head, put on his clothes, and walked to the front of the hall.

Today is another long-lost sunny day.

Zhao Qingmei was sitting in front of the counter, with a book in front of her. The faint sunlight shone on her delicate face, making the pearls halo and the jade shining.

The softness of the sun, the unique heroism between the brows, and the sultry red lips, all kinds of rare and precious temperaments are integrated in one person.

It was like a period of time that had been dusty for a long time was gently opened again.

People can't help but be heartbroken.

"Husband, are you awake?"

Hearing footsteps, Zhao Qingmei raised her head and smiled.

"Woke up, I feel very comfortable to sleep."

An Jing stretched his arms and looked towards the door, "Why is this small teahouse so lively today?"

And the little Heizai lay at the door basking in the sun. Hearing the movement, he glanced at An Jing, stood up slowly, shook his fur, and lay down on his stomach in a more comfortable place.

Seeing this, An Jing couldn't help but sigh.

I don't know how many people dream of this little black boy.

"It seems that something big has happened."

Zhao Qingmei smiled: "Tan Yun went to the teahouse next door early in the morning, and it is said that a new storyteller has come."

"Oh?"

An Jing's heart moved, "Then I have to go and listen."

Doesn't this girl Tan Yun dislike listening to books?Why are you so active this time?

"and many more."

Zhao Qingmei grabbed An Jing, "Have breakfast first."

"If I don't eat, I'm not hungry at all now."

An Jing laughed.

"elder brother."

Zhao Qingmei stepped forward, touched An Jing's chest lightly with her finger and nodded: "It took me an hour to boil the old hen soup, are you sure you don't want to eat it?"

Upon hearing this, An Jing quickly said: "Then eat this old hen before going."

Old hen, this is a good thing, and my wife cooked it for an hour.

Thinking of this, An Jing hurriedly walked towards the stove, and opened the lid of the pot expectantly.

I saw that the iron pot was empty.

Not a drop of chicken broth.

"Hey, where's the chicken soup?"

An Jing picked up the spatula and moved it.

Seeing this, he suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Wang Wang! Wang Wang!"

At this moment, Little Heizai ran over, put his front feet on An Jing's legs, and kept sticking out his tongue.

"Did Tan Yun steal my chicken soup?"

An Jing lifted up Little Heizai.

It was Zhao Qingmei's love chicken soup that he had cooked for two hours, but he didn't drink a drop.

"Wang Wang! Wang Wang!"

Little Heizai blinked his big innocent eyes.

"Go, settle accounts."

Seeing this, An Jing quickly walked out of the hall.

"Husband, don't you drink chicken soup?"

Zhao Qingmei said doubtfully.

"I'll go to Tan Yun first to settle the score."

After An Jing finished speaking, he walked straight to the nearby teahouse.

"Calculate?"

Zhao Qingmei was a little puzzled when she heard this.

Inside Datong Teahouse, there was a lot of voices, very lively.

Seeing An Jing, the waiter at the teahouse immediately smiled and said, "Doctor An, it's a coincidence that you're here to listen to the book today. Today is very lively and interesting..."

"Come on, man, some more tea."

There was a sound of drinking.

The man stopped talking and hurriedly walked over with the teapot.

At this time on the stage, a storyteller was speaking vividly with a gavel.

"Snapped!"

A crisp voice sounded, and everyone was shocked, as if they had reached a critical juncture.

"This swordsman, his sword moves are treacherous and unparalleled. Liu Qingshan's Qingyang palm print fell, and he threw the long sword in his hand. Guess what happened?"

Someone picked up the teacup, and when he heard the movement in this hand, he was also stunned.

Everyone at the scene held their breath and concentrated, not daring to speak, as if they were recalling this scene in their minds.

An Jing was a little strange.

The storyteller sneered before continuing: "I saw that flying sword turned into a stream of light, piercing the light of the hall, falling down like a meteor, directly piercing Liu Qingshan's palm print, and cutting Liu Qingshan's palm , and then he flung his body, and left gracefully, leaving only the sound of blood dripping in the hall."

"hiss--!"

Everyone in the teahouse gasped.

Only then did An Jing suddenly realize that the storyteller was talking about the scene where he fought against Liu Qingshan in the Reincarnation Hall, so why did he sound familiar.

At this time, in the corner, a little girl in a red padded jacket was crossing her legs, holding a melon seed in her hand, listening with great interest. When she saw that the storyteller had stopped listening, she quickly stood up and said, "What happened later? Say what?" , don’t play tricks.”

"Yes, tell me quickly."

"What happened afterwards?"

.........

An Jing walked over slowly and coughed lightly.

"Cough cough!"

Hearing this sound, Tan Yun looked back and couldn't help laughing: "Grandpa, why did you wake up three poles after sleeping today? How did you teach me before that the early bird catches the worm..."

Chapter 122

An Jing heard Tan Yun's words, and said angrily: "Are you an early bird? You are an early pig!"

"Grandpa, you...you are rude."

When Tan Yun heard this, his face turned red immediately.

Uncle even said that she is an early pig! ?

She woke up before dawn today, doing laundry and killing chickens. An Jing couldn't help but praise her, even calling her a pig.

Looking at Tan Yun's swollen face, An Jing couldn't help stretching out his hand to pinch it, and said, "Forget it, my lord doesn't remember the faults of a villain. For the sake of your hard work every day, I don't care about you." It's about stealing chicken soup."

Tan Yun bit his lip and said: "Guye, you are talking nonsense, who stole your chicken soup."

"Did you not drink?"

When An Jing heard this, he suddenly became a little strange.

Tan Yun quickly said: "The chicken soup is in the earthen pot. I'm afraid of the cold, so I put it in the closet."

"In the closet, real or not?"

Hearing this, An Jing turned and returned to Jishitang.

"Can I still lie to you?"

Tan Yun also hurriedly followed.

"Husband, what are you doing in such a hurry?" Zhao Qingmei couldn't help but ask when she saw An Jing go and return.

"I'm looking for chicken soup."

After An Jing finished speaking, he hurriedly walked towards the kitchen.

"Crench!"

When I opened the closet, I saw that there was an earthen jar inside, and at the same time, a strong fragrance wafted out.

Tan Yun said from the side: "See, uncle, you wronged me, but I didn't steal your chicken soup."

Not only did she not drink it secretly, but she was afraid that the chicken soup would be cold, so she put it in the closet to keep it warm.

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt wronged.

"smell good."

An Jing laughed dryly when he heard this.

Tan Yun didn't steal it, it seems that he really blamed her.

Tan Yun pouted and said, "Uncle, in your heart, is this the kind of person I am?"

Is not it?

An Jing groaned in his heart, and then comforted him: "Okay, okay, I blamed you wrongly, you are a hardworking bird."

"But I'm still very sad."

Tan Yun's head drooped slightly, and he said in a low voice: "I didn't expect me to be so unbearable in my uncle's eyes. I'm a delicious guy who only knows how to steal food."

"And uncle, you actually said that to me just because of a pot of chicken soup."

At this moment, she looked very lost, standing there helpless and sad.

"Wang Wang! Wang Wang!"

Little Heizai kept calling beside him.

After all, I misunderstood her, and said she was an early pig, but it seemed very hurtful...

An Jing touched his nose: "How about this, I will share half of the chicken soup with you."

"No." Tan Yun lowered his head and said, "I need to add another chicken leg."

An Jing: "..."

Afterwards, Tanyun carefully came to the front of the hall with the crock pot in hand.

"what happened?"

Zhao Qingmei asked when she saw this.

"Let's drink this chicken soup together."

An Jing came out with three bowls in hand, and said: "After all, madam, you have been stewing for so long, and I can't finish this chicken by myself."

Opening the crock pot, a particularly mellow scent wafted in. The golden-colored chicken soup, oily beads, and the snow-white soup suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. An Jing held the delicate blue and white porcelain bowl, and put the chicken legs into it, and then served it A bowl was placed in front of Zhao Qingmei.

"Madam, you have worked hard."

When Zhao Qingmei heard this, the corners of her mouth curled up and she said, "This is what I did."