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Don't push me, push me, rabbits bite too. "

The people inside don't care about his bravado.

"Then don't blame me for being rude, brother, you asked for it yourself." Tong Xin stroked his sleeves and put his hands on his hips, his raised voice suddenly sank, "Be good, little rabbit, open the door..."

The sound of someone falling could be heard in the next room, even in the next yard.

In the end, Tong Xin was at a loss, "Then you can throw a pair of pants for me anyway."

"Squeak!" The door opened, something flew out and Tong Xin caught it, and the door slammed shut again.

Tong Xin looked at the things in his hand, "Brother, what I want are pants, not handkerchiefs."

Duan Junheng said: "That's enough."

Tong Xin was puzzled, "What is enough to block?"

"Face."

"..."

Wronged, Tong Xin tied the veil on his head like a person in confinement, and patted on the door of Baoshen's wing belly, "Baoshen, open the door."

"He's asleep." Wing Belly replied.

Tong Xin shouted again: "Open the door with wing belly."

"He fell asleep." Bao Shen replied.

Tong Xin felt lonely and desolate, cleared his throat, and began to sing affectionately, "Ah, the world laughed at me for being crazy, I laughed at the world..." Forgot the words, thought for a while, "I laugh at how the world sees of?"

"..."

Bao Shen carried Tong Xin into the house nimbly, "Second Young Master, it's in the middle of the night, it's nothing to wake people up, it's not good to attract wolves."

Tong Xin looked innocent, "But senior brother is angry and ignores me, I'm depressed, of course I want to sing to the sky."

"Second young master, don't you often say that people get angry only when they are hungry, and they won't be angry as long as they eat delicious food." Chi Du said.

Tong Xin patted his thigh, "Yes, why did I forget."

Tong Xin said that the wind is the rain, and went to the kitchen.

In the past, as long as Master Tong allowed him to practice martial arts, there would never be a day when Tong Xin could not see the wind and confinement symptoms without both Qi and blood loss.

As long as he is studying, Tong Xin will never have a day when his IQ is not developed to the right age.

Only this cooking, Tong Xinna is very talented, as long as there is nothing he can't cook.

But Tong Xin only likes to eat, not to cook, so he seldom cooks.

Tong Xin scavenged Zhujiazhuang's chicken and pig skins, boiled a large pot of thick soup with the big bones, then fished out the soup dregs, and put the soup in the ice cellar to wait for it to condense.

Then Tong Xin started kneading the dough, drying the dough into round skins of moderate thickness.

After the soup condensed, Tong Xin mashed the condensed jelly-like thick soup and mixed it with the vegan fillings to adjust the taste and start wrapping.

This whole night, Tong Xin was busy in the kitchen with Bao Shen's wing belly. When it was almost dawn, the soup dumplings carefully prepared by Tong Xin finally came out of the cage.

Duan Junheng is used to getting up early, and after a simple wash, he went to the yard to prepare for martial arts.

As soon as he opened his posture, he saw Tong Xin coming over with two small steamers in his hands.

"Brother," Tong Xin offered the steamer to Duan Junheng like a treasure, "Eat it and then practice."

Duan Junheng looked at the steaming stuff that was said to be dumplings but not like dumplings, and said to be dumplings but not like dumplings, then looked at the ashes and flour on Tong Xin's face, "You made this overnight?"

Tong Xin nodded, "Brother, this is called a soup dumpling, and it is only available in Yipin Baozilou in our house. This soup dumpling is fresh, brother, eat it while it's hot."

Duan Junheng felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart, "Is this...made for me?"

"Well, brother, eat quickly, don't be angry with me when you're done." Tong Xin's look of anticipation made it hard to refuse.

"The way to eat this soup dumpling is very particular. You have to take a small bite out of the skin first, and carefully swallow the soup filling inside, otherwise it will splash all over your body."

Duan Junheng smiled unconsciously, "You have worked hard too, you should eat one too."

"Then, senior brother chooses first."

Duan Junheng looked back and forth between the two soup dumplings, "Is there any difference?"

Tong Xin began to introduce again seriously, "The one on the left is the one I forgot to wash my hands when I went to the toilet, and the one on the right is the one I washed my hands with."

Duan Junheng: "..."

Zhujiazhuang seems to be a little different this morning. Apart from Tong Xin and Duan Junheng, the people in the Zhujiazhuang also have abalones and wings.

Those who either have a sore throat or a toothache and sores, or suffer from hemorrhoids or constipation, even Ben Ming was not spared.

These symptoms seem to be neither serious nor serious, but they are extremely annoying, and all of them are as irritable as eating explosives.

What's even more strange is that the medicine stone is useless.

"Master, is he better now?" Duan Junheng took a bowl of soup and walked towards Tong Xin who was guarding outside Benming's room.

Tong Xin said: "I just came back from the toilet, and found that there are more hemorrhoids, and I can't speak."

Duan Junheng: "...why can't you speak when you have hemorrhoids? Could it be a bifurcation?"

Tong Xin: "..."

12. Passing Zhujiazhuang ([-])

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside the small courtyard where they lived, "Uncle, nephew Zhu Hui has come to say hello to you."

Bao Shen and Chi Du ran to open the door to welcome them, and said in unison: "Young Master."

Bao Shendao: "Young Master is really sorry, Master Ben Ming is not feeling well, please allow us to go in and report if we have seen anyone before we can invite Young Master in."

Zhuge didn't mind, "That's what it should be."

"Who is it?" Tong Xin shouted and asked inside.

"Master Shao, please wait a moment." Chidu hurried back and reported to Tong Xin and Duan Junheng. "It's the Young Master who came to greet Master Benming."

When Tong Xin heard that Zhu Hui had come, his eyes lit up suddenly, and he rushed out like a grasshopper.

Duan Junheng, who was standing by Benming's side, saw Tong Xin and Zhu Hui coming in together, both of them had smiles on their faces, which showed that they had a good conversation on the way.

Zhu Hui made a big gift to Benming, and after greeting him respectfully, Benming asked Tong Xin and the others to go out, and he wanted to talk to Zhu Hui alone.

Tong Xin went out in three steps and turned his head, and then happily said to Duan Junheng: "Brother, I just praised Master Zhu for being good-looking, and he said that I am also good-looking, and if I were his daughter, he would definitely marry me. "

"Hmph." Duan Junheng didn't turn his head.

Tong Xin suddenly became depressed again, "Bao Shen, brother is angry again, what should I do?"

Just as Bao Shen was about to speak, Chi Du grabbed his sleeve and said first: "Give him a soup dumpling."

Tong Xin: "..."

Bao Shen deliberately kept a long distance between Chidu and Tong Xin, and whispered to Chitu, "Mr. Duan is jealous again. You said that the second young master is usually a monkey, so how could he just say this now?" Can't you understand?"

Chidu said: "It's good if you don't understand, otherwise we will lose two men, young ladies and wives during the trip to Shaolin."

Tong Xin was circling Duan Junheng anxiously.

Tong Xin circled around for a long time, and Duan Junheng's eyes were dizzy, "What are you doing around me? Go around the young master you like."

"Who says I like him? The person I like the most is senior brother," Tong Xin vowed, "I used to be your Pan Jinlian, and I will always be your Pan Jinlian."

Duan Junheng: "..."

It just so happened that Zhu Hui came out of Benming's wing room, and when he heard Tong Xin's words, he stumbled on the threshold and staggered, and after a while, he walked towards Tong Xin and the others as if nothing had happened, bowing, "Zhu Hui came back in a hurry last night. , I haven’t said hello to the two brothers and sisters, it’s really rude. I don’t know how to call the brothers and brothers?”

Tong Xin, who was about to confess his love to Duan Junheng, was very upset when someone interrupted him, so he said, "Pan Jinlian."

Zhu Hui was stunned, "..."

Duan Junheng: "..."

Bao Shen: "..."

Wing Belly: "..."

Zhu Hui looked back and forth between Tong Xin and Duan Junheng, "Senior Brother Pan Jinlian, then Senior Brother, Ximen...Qing?"

"..." Duan Junheng clasped his fist at Zhu Hui indifferently and calmly, "Brother Dalang, please be polite."

Congratulations: "..."

Tong Xin stepped forward angrily, "You really don't have the eyes to see Mount Tai. What about Ximen Qing, brother is the famous Ximen Chuuxue." He patted his own chest again, "And I, people in the world say I specialize in blowing lanterns."

Duan Junheng: "..."

Congratulations: "..."

Bao Shen: "..."

Winged Belly whispered embarrassingly: "...Second Young Master, does he want to blow out the candle or something?"

Zhu Hui finally regained his strength, and apologized with a smile: "Uncle said he was not feeling well, and later we will talk about yesterday's matter with fellow martial artists, and let the seniors and juniors go there on their behalf."

When Tong Xin and Duan Junheng came to the meeting room, the smell of gunpowder was quite strong, and the various sects and factions were facing each other tit for tat for some reason.

Among them, the people from Mingjian Villa and Hongyuan Escort Bureau are the worst, while the people from Jiangnan Salt Gang intend to be peacemakers.

Boss Cao of the Salt Gang suppressed his temper and tried to persuade him: "Now the enemy is in the dark and we are in the dark, and we are being tricked everywhere. At this time, the martial arts comrades should put aside their previous suspicions and work together to fight against the enemy."

"That's right." The master of Dadaomen said while holding his swollen right cheek.

Tong Xin and Duan Junheng randomly found a corner to sit and observed the people in the hall.

People in Mingjian Villa have a hoarse voice and difficulty swallowing, which shows that they all suffer from a sore throat.

The people from the Hongyuan Escort Bureau spoke loudly, probably because of a sore tongue.

The eyes of Boss Cao of the Salt Gang are red, and there are no obvious symptoms, either hemorrhoids or constipation.

The master of Dadaomen probably suffered from a toothache, and his face was swollen.

Looking at other people as well, the symptoms seem to be getting worse.

It stands to reason that although those medicines can't cure the disease, they still have some relieving effect, but why do they aggravate the disease instead?

And I heard that a few of them who were fine also caught the problem of irritability after the morning.

Now, apart from Tong Xin and Duan Junheng, the only ones present who are safe and sound are Zhu Hui.

Just as the sects were facing each other with swords and swords, the medicinal soup for dispelling fire and soothing the liver was delivered at the right time. I wish you regret