Jianling

Meng Xing is indeed slightly more talented than Xiao Tongbei in grilling fish. Against the backdrop of Xiao Tongbei's culinary skills, which has not improved after three days of study, Meng Xing, who can barely cook the fish, looks extraordinarily talented endowed.Only then did Shen Zhongxuan heave a sigh of relief, and he was sure that he hadn't taught the students too badly, but Xiao Tongpei didn't have the slightest sense of slowing down. He still carefully and attentively observed Zhong Xuan's movements and delved into the mysteries of cooking the fish.

After Meng Xing finished learning how to grill fish, he simply squatted aside and watched Chong Chongxuan grilling fish. When Zhong Xuan turned his face to the side, he happened to meet him, and suddenly laughed out loud. Drenched temple hair: "Master, go and rest."

Meng Xing glanced at Xiao Tongbei, who was also sweating profusely, and didn't mind his mess: "Brother Tongbei, figure it out for yourself. Xuanbao teach me something else?"

"What do you want to learn?" Shen Zhongxuan looked at him in surprise, and Meng Xing raised his chin as if asking for credit, with a look on his face: "Learn to cook noodles."

"?" Shen Zhongxuan was stunned for a moment, then saw Meng Xing raised his hand to give him a pat on the forehead, and said with a smile: "Your birthday is coming soon."

Xiao Tongbei turned his face slightly, seemingly puzzled: "Yuan Yuan's birthday?"

Feng Lin poked her head from the side, pretending to be wronged: "It was my 14th birthday, but I didn't see you learning how to cook noodles. You really don't hear Nagato's complaints."

"Bah, fuck you." Meng Xing shoved him, then rested his chin, tilted his head and smiled at Shen Chong, "Will Young Master Shen teach you?"

Meng Xing has such a personality, he usually smiles distantly, like a cold moon, bright and radiant, but when he smiles sincerely, he often has the feeling of light clouds coming out of the mountains, Zhong Xuan can't rely on his appearance, His face turned red when he saw him, and he waved his hands in a panic: "Teach, teach."

As soon as Meng Xing succeeded, he immediately smiled at Xiao Tongbei pretending to be apologetic, but he did not hide the provocation in his eyes. Xiao Tongbei didn't understand his eyes, so he could only give him an indescribable glance. Jumping to the stove on the other side, Shen Zhongxuan was forced to laugh by his actions, but he could only turn around and ask Feng Lin: "Senior Feng, are there any ingredients for cooking noodles here?"

Feng Lin was silent for a moment, then pointed to the Changli sword at her waist: "It can cut green onions."

Chong Xuan: "..."

Then he asked sincerely, "What about the onions?"

Shen Zhongxuan never thought that Meng Xing would remember his birthday—a few years ago, his family sent letters asking him if he had been home for his birthday, and then he and Meng Xing came to a sudden realization and rushed back to Yangchuan non-stop.

But even though it was like this every year, Meng Xing still never remembered his birthday, which made him sometimes not remember clearly.

Until this year's incident, Meng Xing opened his mind for the first time, from blindly asking for money to tactfully asking for money, Zhong Xuan thought about it, pulled his master and asked in a low voice: "How much do you want?"

Meng Xing: "???"

"There is no branch of my family in Wutong Town. I have to go to the neighboring counties to see. Is Master in a hurry?" Shen Zhongxuan took out a purse from his clothes, counted the broken silver inside, and stuffed it all into Meng Xing, "Here are three Two silver coins..."

Meng Xing put the purse in his arms like a gentleman, and rebuffed angrily: "Is a teacher this kind of person in your eyes?"

Zhong Xuan: "..." Yes.

"Tch." Of course Meng Xing ignored his hesitation and hesitation, and said happily, "Your birthday is the day after tomorrow, right? How can I remember it wrong as a teacher... Hey, a few days ago You have to rely on your father, Fei Ge, to remind you of the new year, it is definitely not because the teacher refuses to celebrate your birthday."

Shen Zhongxuan was dazed when he heard this, and couldn't help laughing: "Yes, Master has always loved me very much."

Meng Xing was used to his rebuttals, it was rare to see Shen Zhongxuan succumbing, and felt a little guilty for a moment, hurriedly coughed twice, squinted at him, and continued to ask plausibly: "So from now on, who do you listen to? "

"?"

"Stupid." Meng Xing hated that iron could not be made into steel. Rarely in the daytime when he was sober, he showed a somewhat anxious expression. He beat Shen Xuan's head fiercely with his fingers, and said aggressively, "Who is your master? Xiao Tongbei or me?" ?”

Zhongxuan didn't expect him to read such a stupid thing, and found it even more amused. While reaching out to grab him, he tilted his head to hide: "I will listen to you for as long as you live."

"Hey, who cares? I'm afraid you can't survive me." Meng Xing's body skills are incomparable to Shen Zhongxuan. With one hand, he dances fast, and the shadow is like the wind, but he can't catch it. Shen Zhongxuan had to follow along. He: "I can't survive, I can't survive."

Meng Xingcai's smile collapsed in an instant, and his face like an exiled fairy wrinkled with obvious displeasure: "As a teacher, I want you to die for the old age. If you can't survive, why should you support you?"

Since Shen Zhongxuan's birthday was announced by Meng Xingguang, it was difficult for those present at that time to avoid it. Feng Lin personally took people to the town to buy things early in the morning. The crude and small grill shows that he is willing to grill a fish with his own hands to celebrate the sincerity of Zhong Xuan at the age of 14.

Meng Xing sneered and commented: "Murdering for money."

But cooking noodles really made it hard for Meng Xing. He cooked dozens of bowls of noodles in a row. Meng Xing himself didn't like noodles, and his disciples would do his best to help him. Shen Chongxuan had no choice but to bite the bullet. In a burst of ups and downs, Looking at Meng Xing's expectant eyes, he struggled to utter a human word against his will: "It's delicious!"

Thinking of Xiao Tongbei's grilled fish as black as charcoal, Shen Zhongxuan wept for the fish that died in vain, but he didn't dare to look forward to this year's birthday. mercy.

Feng Lin also lived up to everyone's expectations. When she returned to the house slowly with her son's fan, she only showed sly phoenix eyes from behind the fan, and mysteriously led Meng Xing to whisper a few words. The sheath reflects Meng Xing's peach blossom eyes with a gentle smile, and his gentle questioning: "Either turn around and reincarnate, or change your appearance."

"Do you dare to bet or not?" Feng Lin scolded angrily, "You can't do this, Yuan Yuan will definitely like it!"

"Fart!" Meng Xing put his sword back into its sheath, raised his leg and kicked him, Feng Lin also squatted down, and swept his legs like a wind blowing leaves. With a slap, his complexion changed slightly, and he sneered, "As expected of the pear blossom inkstone."

Feng Lin took half a step back, with a few drops of cold sweat on her forehead, she quickly waved her hands: "Tie, tie, stop fighting!"

Shen Zhongxuan didn't know why Meng Xing was angry at the time, but on the day of his birthday, Feng Lin deliberately ordered the house to decorate with lanterns and festoons, and celebrated in a grand manner, which was not inferior to the Shen family a few years ago.

The red silk and vermilion silk is like a great joy.

Zhong Xuan really wanted to look a little happy, but seeing Xiao Tongbei and Meng Xing carefully cooking for him in front of him, he couldn't help making a sad face. Feng Lin guessed what he was thinking, and smiled strangely at the side, and the young master shook his fan. Quickly, the word "Lin" on the fan was thrown as if it was about to transform into the wind.

Xiao Tongbei's fish is still as simple and unpretentious as ever, and he has one thing to say about it as a human being. The characteristic of being inedible can be clearly seen from the outside, but Xiao Tongbei himself has no feeling, and even thinks that he has made great progress .

Meng Xing cooked a bowl of ordinary longevity noodles. The noodle soup was sprinkled with spicy peppers and fresh green scallions, and the decoration was just right.But it is also because of its ordinaryness that Shen Zhongxuan took a look at it. After all, it was difficult for Meng Xing to achieve such a normal level before.

"Taste a bite." Meng Xing didn't hide too much, sighed heavily, and secretly praised himself in his heart that he looked at death like home, then picked up a large chopsticks noodle, stuffed it into his mouth, and secretly decided no matter how spicy it was You can't spit it out in public - and he didn't spit it out.

This bowl of noodles is red in oil, the soup is as clear as a mirror, the meat is rotten and fragrant, and the noodles are fine and fine. It really doesn't look like Meng Xing's handwriting at first glance. Shen Zhongxuan raised his eyes to look at Meng Xing in a daze. Sure enough, he saw a smile in his eyes. Her lips were pursed slightly, as if she had planned it long ago.

"Let the cook do it." Meng Xing rubbed his nose, pretending to be indifferent, and his eyes were clear, "Hey, it's like seeing you being tortured every day... As a teacher, I didn't mean to force you to die."

Xiao Tongpei, who seemed to deliberately force Shen Xuan to die: "..."

Shen Zhongxuan didn't know what to say for a while, his heart was full of emotion, he choked up inexplicably, and stammered: "I...I want to eat your cooking."

Meng Xing: "...It's the same for you to eat brother Tongbei's fish."

Xiao Tong nodded sadly, and pushed the plate of grilled fish towards him again.

Feng Lin and Zhongxuan often had grievances, but Feng Lin boasted that the bright moon was in her arms, and her heart was open-minded, so she immediately made a rescue for Chongxuan. The young master shook the fan slightly, and the fan bone was pushed on the table, and said slowly: "Come on, I I also prepared a small gift for Uncle Shen."

Before he finished his sentence, he stepped into the two girls from outside the door, covered their faces with light veils, each embraced a pipa, his brows were lightly swept away, his almond eyes were bright, and between his gazes, it seemed as if the moon was shining and the stars were eclipsed.Meng Xing was in the superior position, he just put down his wine glass, and a sneering sound came out of his nostrils.Feng Lin didn't care about his actions, and immediately gave orders with a smile: "Today is Uncle Shen's 14th birthday, but 14 years old is not considered a child. I made my own way and found some beauties for Ameng—Don't worry, Yuanyuan, I I will definitely not humiliate you, these two are also Cardamom Nianhua, and they are both trustworthy."

Shen Zhongxuan subconsciously went to look at Meng Xing. Meng Xing cast a glance at him, not in a good mood: "It depends on what I do, whether you want grilled fish or beautiful women, you choose."

Shen Zhongxuan was silent, quickly picked up the chopsticks, and stuffed the noodles into his mouth. Meng Xing immediately smiled, and that smile was far better than the two beauties. Pointing to the door, looking at Feng Lin, with a big smile: "Please."

"..." Feng Lin picked up the Changli Sword, annoyed, "Hit as soon as you hit, why is your apprentice as incomprehensible as your master!"

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