Don't mess with the little apprentice sister! She is greedy and immoral

"arrive."

After leaving the alley, Jingxing pointed to a street stall not far away.

The stall looked ordinary and didn't even have a sign. The owner of the stall was a fat uncle who was dozing off behind a steamer with his head nodding.

Qin Zhen took two steps towards the stall, and soon she smelled a faint sweet fragrance mixed with an alluring aroma of wine, which made her drool.

Jing Xing led Qin Zhen and Xiang Qing to sit at the table, then he walked over, opened the steaming steamer, and took out a few plates of dim sum.

Each plate of dim sum is extremely exquisite, including the juicy pink peach cake with peach aroma, the soft and delicate hawthorn glutinous rice cake, and the hot red bean paste buns.

Very beautiful and fragrant.

But this was not the appetizing smell that Qin Zhen had just smelled.

It was not until Jingxing opened the jar of wine on the side that the smell instantly hit him.

"Can Junior Sister drink?"

"Yes." Qin Zhen nodded quickly.

"Okay." Jingxing took three bowls, poured the contents of the wine jar into them and brought them over.

Qin Zhen took the bowl and saw that it was filled with sweet rice wine. The color was a little whiter than ordinary rice wine, and it smelled like nectar.

"Try it."

Qin Zhen took a sip and her eyes widened instantly.

It tastes good, so good, clear and sweet but not too sweet, with a special cool feeling and a sweet aftertaste of nectar.

It looks like ordinary rice wine, but its rich taste is even better than nectar.

How did you do it?

Seeing Qin Zhen's satisfied look, Jing Xing chuckled and shook his head.

Xiang Qing on the side fumbled around his waist for a while, then took out a reed and inserted it into the bowl, then began to drink with ease.

"It still tastes the same, not bad." Xiang Qing said with emotion.

Qin Zhen looked into Xiang Qing's eyes, hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help but ask: "Senior Sister, your eyes..."

Xiang Qing and Jing Xing were both stunned when they heard this, and then Jing Xing spoke first: "Don't worry, she is not blind all the time. She probably went to tell fortunes again and got backlash. She just needs to accumulate more merits."

"Hahahaha, God just likes to torment us fortune tellers. We'll get used to it once we get used to it."

"Then, Senior Sister, if you need any help from me, just tell me."

"Junior sister, you care about me so much, I'm so happy. How about this, you're a disciple, I don't have any gifts to give you, so I'll just give you a divination."

Now Qin Zhen believed that Xiang Qing was the direct disciple of Elder Fu Yao. Why were they so keen on fortune-telling for people?

"Senior sister, no need..."

Before Qin Zhen finished her words, Xiang Qing had already calculated with his fingers and gave the result -

"Junior sister, you have been in a bloody disaster recently."

"Huh? Me too?"

Qin Zhen now finally understood what Jing Xing meant when he said everything was a bloody disaster.

"Senior Sister, won't you be beaten if you go out like this?" Qin Zhen asked honestly.

Xiang Qing was calm: "It's just a minor injury."

"Well, for someone who has fallen into a monster cave, fallen into a raging river, drank intestinal poison, and even received an extra strike from the lightning when advancing, getting beaten is easy." Jing Xing unceremoniously exposed his senior sister's past.

It's really a miracle that her senior sister is still alive and well.

"Don't take what Senior Sister said to heart." As if afraid that Qin Zhen would worry, Jing Xing comforted Qin Zhen with another sentence.

As soon as Jingxing finished speaking, there was a "click" sound.

The four legs of the chair Xiang Qing was sitting on suddenly broke, causing her to fall flat on her back.

Qin Zhen was stunned watching from the side. It was the first time she saw a chair with so many legs broken at the same time. She was so surprised that she was unable to support Xiang Qing immediately.

Xiang Qing himself looked as if he was used to it. His butt hit the ground, but he still held the bowl steadily in his hand, and not a drop of the sweet wine spilled.

only--

"despair."

A bird suddenly flew by and added some "seasoning" to Xiang Qing's bowl.

Qin Zhen finally reacted this time and quickly snatched the bowl from Xiang Qing's hand and put it aside.

The fat boss was finally awakened by the noise.

There was a big puzzlement in his little eyes: "What are you doing?"

"Oh, Lao He, are you awake?" Jing Xing turned around and glanced at the boss.

As soon as the boss saw Jingxing's face, he smiled happily: "Hey, it turns out that you are back, you didn't even say hello in advance, I can make two more dishes for you."

"It's not too late to do it now." Jingxing was not polite.

"Okay, wait." The boss didn't feel offended. Instead, he felt happy and went to prepare the dishes in a hurry.

Seeing this, Jing Xing said, "My little sister is a food cultivator. Do you mind letting her learn from you?"

Qin Zhen never expected that she would have something to do here. It turned out that her second senior brother didn't just bring her here to eat?

The boss was stunned when he heard this, and his eyes suddenly fell on Qin Zhen.

Small eyes, but very sharp vision.

Qin Zhen straightened her back subconsciously, like a student caught by the dean.

Xiang Qing saw this and quickly said, "Boss, just take my little sister with you. I'm willing to calculate a fee for you for free..."

Before Xiang Qing could finish her words, Jing Xing stuffed a red bean paste bun into her mouth, interrupting her unfinished words.

After all, the first thing he said was "You will be in danger of bloodshed", and he was afraid that Lao He would chase them all out.

Old He first glanced at Qin Zhen's hand, then snorted: "Just watch from the side. What you can learn depends on your own luck. Don't expect me to teach you anything."

"Thank you, Master He." Qin Zhen said obediently.

Although she didn't know what her second senior brother wanted her to learn, she believed there must be a deeper meaning behind it.

"Hey, Jing, what do you want to eat?" Lao He walked to the stove and asked.

But Qin Zhen knew very well that this question seemed ordinary, but it was actually confirming what to teach it next.

Jingxing was calm, as if this was just a routine inquiry from a chef to a diner.

"Then let's go with that one - Noodles that are not noodles."

Noodles or not?

What a strange name, what is it?

"Hmph." Old He was stunned for a moment when he heard that. After a while, he suddenly snorted, seeming to be a little dissatisfied, but he didn't say much in the end.

As for Xiang Qing, she found a new chair to sit down and said unceremoniously, "I want to eat something salty or spicy. Anything is fine. After all, sweet things should be eaten alternately with salty ones to avoid getting sick of them."

Jing Xing said calmly: "Then let's have dumplings. It's convenient, right, Lao He?"