The group's favorite junior sister returns to save the whole family of resentful villains

Xie Ziye said in a gentle voice: "Fellow Daoist Ji, please speak."

"Don't mention the matter of the black dragon to the Supreme Sword Sect for now."

Ji Qingzhou said: "I won't stop you from telling the sect about this, I just hope you can tell it later."

Xie Ziye lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes fluttering slightly, then he looked up at Ji Qingzhou again and nodded: "Okay."

Liu Furuo shrank back towards Ji Qingzhou. This Xie Ziye...

He didn't even ask Ji Qingzhou if he wanted to tell it a few days later.

Isn’t he afraid that Ji Qingzhou will pass the news back to Wuliang Sect first and get there first?

Although Ji Qingzhou is not such a person, in the Dharma Ending Age, people are restless and many monks are suspicious of each other.

Xie Ziye actually trusts Ji Qingzhou so much.

However, Liu Furuo had never heard of any connection between these two people.

Xie Ziye asked again: "What else?"

"besides……"

Ji Qingzhou glanced at his clothes and said, "You need to rest and heal your wounds."

After a pause, she added: "I will provide you with the elixir and medicine for free. When you recover, we can talk about the next plan."

Even though Xie Ziye said he wanted to help her in order to repay her for saving his life.

Ji Qingzhou would not take his kindness for granted.

Xie Ziye did not refuse, "Okay, thank you for troubling Brother Ji."

"The situation on the seabed is unpredictable. Let's go back to shore first."

Ji Qingzhou left a mark here before controlling the tide to make the pearl shell float up.

They had been away from the shore for a long time and could no longer see the islands. Fortunately, there was a deserted island of over 100 square meters nearby where they could barely rest.

Ji Qingzhou examined Xie Ziye's injuries, gave him some elixirs, and he recovered on his own.

Seeing that it was getting late, Ji Qingzhong set up a stove.

Liu Furuo came over and asked, "What are we having for dinner?"

Ji Qingzhou: “…”

There is Liu who is responsible for thousands of affairs, and there are three questions every day.

When asked, what do you eat in the morning?

Second question: what to eat for lunch.

Question three: what to eat in the evening.

Seeing her face full of anticipation, Ji Qingzhou thought it was cute, smiled and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

"hot pot!"

Liu Furuo raised her hand and said, "It's a bit cold at sea at night, so it's just right to eat something warm."

Ji Qingzhou asked, "Clear soup?"

Liu Furuo said: "Yuanyang, I also want to try the spicy hotpot."

She is a good cook and loves to eat. This is her.

Ji Qingzhou suddenly thought of the original text.

Pei Luofeng asked Liu Furuo to eat spicy hotpot. Liu Furuo couldn't eat spicy food, but because she liked it, she would force herself to eat it every time, accompanied by her beloved.

She was so spicy that she cried, but Pei Gou just laughed at her.

At that time, the book did not describe Liu Furuo's psychology, and no one knew what she was thinking.

The original text only recorded this scene as a funny story between the young couple.

"Daytime?"

Liu Furuo saw Ji Qingzhou in a daze and called out to him.

Ji Qingzhou came back to her senses and looked at the girl whose face was red from being roasted by the fire. She said, "Didn't I make a tomato pot for you?"

Liu Furuo asked curiously, "Tomato pot?"

Ji Qingzhou nodded: "A sweet, sour and salty soup base."

It was the first time Liu Furuo heard of it. “I like to eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes, so a tomato hot pot should be OK too.”

Ji Qingzhou said: "Then let's make tomato hotpot and spicy hotpot tonight."

Liu Furuo rolled up his sleeves: "I'll help you... cheer you up!"

Thinking of his cooking skills, Liu Furuo tactfully changed his words.

Ji Qingzhou had no intention of letting her cook.

At first, Ji Qingzhou just didn’t want Liu Furuo to “destroy” his pots and pans.

Thinking of the original text just now, Ji Qingzhou remembered that every time Pei Gou wanted to eat spicy hot pot, he asked Liu Furuo to make it.

How could the Domineering Demon Lord condescend to cook?

When Liu Furuo was ill, he asked his subordinates to boil medicine, and he took the bowl to feed Liu Furuo to drink, which could be described as caring and deep love in the original text.

Liu Furuo suffered a lot for a few sweet words from him, and finally improved her cooking skills to the point where everyone praised her.

This time, Ji Qingzhou hoped that Liu Furuo would never be praised for her cooking skills.

So what if I can’t cook?

What's wrong with being a lively atmosphere group on the side?

Ji Qingzhou said: "This is good."

Liu Furuo looked at her in confusion: "What?"

Ji Qingzhou said: "I'll cook, you cheer me up."

Liu Furuo: “…” As expected, Qing Zhou disliked her, the kitchen killer!

Hum!

Ji Qingzhou had ready-made spicy hot pot base, so he concentrated on making the tomato hot pot and taking out the fresh ingredients and cutting them for the platter.

Liu Furuo helped to spread the tablecloth on the ground and put the ingredients on the plates aside so as not to block Ji Qingzhou's work.

"Gudong Gudong..."

As time passed, the rich aroma of the tomato pot wafted through the air.

Even if you don't taste it yourself, you can smell its sour, sweet and salty taste.

Xie Ziye, who was concentrating on healing his wounds and meditating, had his eyelashes trembling slightly, but he did not take the next step.

Liu Furuo unconsciously grabbed a spoon and stared intently at the bubbling tomato pot.

Seeing that the tomato pot was almost ready, Ji Qingzhou took out some of the bone broth that he had previously boiled and sealed, threw in the cut spicy beef base, and boiled it over high heat.

Before long, the overbearing and stimulating aroma, mixed with a hint of the spicy flavor of beef bone soup, almost enveloped every corner of the deserted island.

Xie Ziye couldn't escape either.

He opened his eyes silently and looked at Ji Qingzhou.

A few meters away, Ji Qingzhou saw the simmering hot pot and began to put meat in it. He said to Liu Furuo who was impatiently standing by, "It will take a while to cook. I'll serve you a bowl of tomato soup and add some beef cubes. Do you want some green onions and cilantro?"

Liu Furuo is not picky about food. She nodded vigorously without saying a word.

I'm really afraid that saliva will fall out when I open my mouth.

She is the young master of Qianji Sect and cannot afford to lose face like this.

Ji Qingzhou served the tomato soup and asked, "Do you want to add a spoonful of rice?"

As a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage, his body has been transformed by spiritual power, so although he can eat less, his appetite is much larger than that of ordinary people. He is not worried about not being able to eat after eating tomato soup with rice at the beginning.

Liu Furuo could do nothing but nod.

Add beef cubes! Add green onions and cilantro! Add rice!

These words fell into her ears and automatically translated into——

Smells good! Smells good! It smells really good!

Seeing that she was about to put her face close to the bowl of tomato soup he was holding, Ji Qingzhou added the steamed rice into the soup, mixed it, and handed it to her, feeling both amused and helpless.

Liu Furuo held the bowl in one hand and raised the spoon in the other.

Began to eat!

Even though she was extremely greedy, she still retained the last bit of dignity of the Young Master of Qianji Sect and did not eat loudly. Instead, she ate elegantly without making any sound.

But the bowl of tomato soup and rice disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Just watching her eat, Ji Qingzhou felt hungry.

I have to say that if you have a friend with a good appetite accompanying you while eating, your own appetite will also improve.

Ji Qingzhou was thinking about it and was about to serve himself a bowl of tomato soup, but he felt a mysterious gaze on him.

She turned her head and met a pair of black eyes.

Xie Ziye's eyes are very special.

Perhaps because of his ice spiritual roots, his black pupils were naturally sparkling with silver light.

Looking into his eyes was like looking into a sea of ​​stars.

He just looked at her quietly, but Ji Qingzhou's heart softened inexplicably.

It feels like the person in front of you is not the eldest brother of the Supreme Sword Sect, but a stray white cat squatting on the side of the road, tilting its head to look at you.

Cats can't talk and won't tell you what they want.

It just looks at you and makes you curious about it.

So you can't help but guess and give it everything it wants.

Ji Qingzhou invited him as if possessed by a ghost: "Thank you, Daoist friend, I have nothing to do. Do you want to eat with me?"