Today the villain only treats me as a brother [Transmigration Book]

But after a long time, Monday discovered Huang Xing's intention to supervise him so strictly.

As he became more proficient, the amount of Qi Gathering Pills increased to five.Just when he thought that the number of Qi Gathering Pills would continue to increase every day, squeezing his daily time to nothing, he was told by Huang Xing that five pills a day was the upper limit.

Then, under Huang Xing's further pressure, he shortened the daily refining time to three hours.After that, he will have free time, and he doesn't have to start practicing from the moment he opens his eyes until he closes them at night.In addition, he found that after being forced to get used to it, he was no longer distracted or dozed off by the boring practice.

But it is precisely because of this that Monday feels that cultivation is not easy. He has already used an extremely lazy cultivation method, and he still finds it too boring to bear.And those monks who really rely on themselves will probably only work harder than when he was practicing.

Zhou Zhou thought to himself, no wonder others can cultivate the Dao and even become immortals. Those monks who can persevere have already become immortals one step ahead in terms of their xinxing.

There is no need to practice all day long. On Monday, I will naturally have the leisure time to do other things, the first thing that bears the brunt is cooking.

Three months have passed since the day he ate the first Qi Gathering Pill.For these three months, the degree of pain for Monday is second only to that of practicing all day, that is, eating depends on Bigu Dan.Although he won't be hungry anymore after eating the Bigu Pill, but it can only satisfy the appetite in his appetite, and now his mouth is so light that drinking water feels so sweet.

The so-called cooking on Monday is naturally not real cooking, but thinking about getting some delicious food for myself, so as to save my sense of taste that I am about to become a monk.

However, it turns out that the skill of using an earthen stove is not related to one's personal cultivation. On Monday, one can only complete the simple operation of cooking for nothing.When I tried other cooking methods, my dreams were shattered by the frantic fire and smoke.

Sprinkle salt flowers on the boiled assorted vegetables just out of the pot on Monday, and squeeze out two tears in my heart while eating.

Cultivation is really too hard, I really want to eat braised pork, I really miss the days when I didn't start eating Bigu Dan in Sanyang Town.

Xiao Se is Xiao Se, his mouth has been sour for three months on Monday, and he still enjoys eating only boiled and salted vegetables.But what he didn't expect was that Huang Xing actually came to the kitchen when he was halfway through eating.

The first reaction on Monday was to ask Huang Xing if he would like some, but he immediately realized that what he ate was too bad, so he quickly restrained himself not to be ashamed.

Huang Xing looked at what he was eating on Monday, then at the remains of the braised pork that the latter hadn't had time to throw away, and silently walked towards the stove.

On Monday, thinking that Huang Xing was interested in the remains of the braised pork on the stove, he rushed over to destroy the corpse first, but he didn't want the latter to go and see the fire that had not been completely extinguished in the stove, and then flicked his finger, the fire It flourished again.

Then Zhou Yi watched dumbfoundedly as Huang Xing rolled up his sleeves, prepared the ingredients, and picked up the spatula.

"You, you know how to cook?" Zhou Yi's eyeballs were about to fall out.One must know that even though Huang Xing's life is deserted now, he used to be a young master raised by a decent family. He was served by servants for everything, not to mention cooking.

And what kind of appearance does Huang Xing look like?If it wasn't for the intrusion of the Heavenly Demon Orb, then it would be the appearance of an independent fairy. Putting it together with an earthen stove and cauldron, the sense of disobedience would break through the sky.

In addition, if it is said that a Nascent Soul Demon Lord personally cooks with a spatula, the orthodox monks probably don't have to worry about someone going astray and becoming a demon.

Huang Xing didn't pay attention to Zhou Yi, his expression was very serious.Seeing Huang Xing's serious look, he couldn't help looking forward to Zhou Yi.

However, Huang Xing made a mistake in the first step - the pot was not hot when he poured the oil.Zhou Zhou thought that maybe he had too little experience in the culinary world, so he decided to hold back.

Then, in the midst of standing still, Monday witnessed a series of mistakes such as putting meat and green onions together, misplaced seasonings, and so on.Seeing that the appearance of the pot was no better than his braised pork remains, he had to let go of his blind trust in Huang Xing, and realized that the latter didn't know how to cook at all.

Looking at the darker and darker mass of unknown objects in the pot, Huang Xing frowned, as if he was a little unhappy.

Seeing that Huang Xing was still not moving on Monday, he quietly stretched out his hand to break off the latter's fingers, and rescued the slightly deformed spatula.He pulled Huang Chen and turned his back to the stove, pretending that nothing happened, pointed to the unfinished boiled vegetables, and said to Huang Chen, "Do you want some?"

Huang Xing nodded reservedly.

Zhou Yi hurriedly pulled Lu Chen away from the stove - as for the contents of the pot, let it turn to ashes.

After sharing some boiled vegetables with Huang Xing, Zhou Yi said melancholy: "I miss Miss Lu Xiao."

Even though he was eating boiled cabbage, Huang Xing's posture was elegant enough, he gave a "hmm" and agreed with Zhou Yi's words.

When his cultivation base reached Huang Xing's level, the appetite for food was actually very weak, but seeing Zhou Zhou eating extremely simple boiled vegetables like a pitiful child, he suddenly wanted to try cooking.He thought that even if he didn't do well with his own experience, he wouldn't fail like Monday, and he couldn't even tell what he was doing, but he didn't expect that what he did was not even as good as Monday.

Sharing boiled vegetables with Huang Xing on Monday, he felt that this scene was extremely tacky, but at the same time he couldn't help being happy.He secretly curled the corner of his mouth, not wanting Huang Xing to notice immediately, and asked, "Is it funny?"

Huang Xing thought Monday was laughing at his failed attempt.

Zhou Yi hurriedly explained: "No, no, I think you are more fun than I imagined."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yi felt that Huang Xing's gaze on him became a little scorching, and only then did he realize what he had said.

It's more fun than imagined, but Huang Chen was originally imagined by him.

He looked at Huang Xing, and saw the gentle and happy pure smile that he had only seen once again.

The joy in Huang Xing's eyes did not hide at all, he smiled and said: "I said I would prove it."

Then he took away the bowls and chopsticks in Zhou Yi's hands, put them down together with his own, pulled Zhou Yi out of the kitchen, and said at the same time, "I'll take you out."

Huang Xing's intention was obviously to take him out to play, but Zhou Yi felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Is this level of approval enough for him?

Huang Xing used illusion to disguise the two of them, and came to Qiushan City.He has already broken through the Nascent Soul, more than four months have passed since the Yunhui Secret Realm incident, and Zhan Yu has been called back to the Zhan family. The temporary city lord will not recognize him if he has not fought against him.

The two pretended to be a pair of brothers and entered the market in Qiushan City.However, after entering the market, Zhou Yi was still thinking about something, and only cared about following Huang Xing.

Huang Xing walked all the way, and found that Monday was always quiet, so he couldn't help but look back at the latter.Seeing the latter hanging his head all the time, he realized that the latter seemed to have no ordinary coins.He pushed Zhou Yi in front of him, handed him a purse containing ordinary coins, and said, "Buy whatever you want to eat."

Holding the money bag on Monday, he looked at Huang Xing with a blank expression.

"What's the matter? Don't you want to eat?" The smile on Huang Xing's face had long been withdrawn when he left the house, but his eyes were full of tenderness when he looked at Zhou Yi.

"I want to eat." Zhou Yi also laughed, but felt guilty and sad in his heart.

Don't look at me like that, it's me who makes you the most annoying person.

After answering on Monday, he went straight forward to buy a lot of food on the street, and then distributed all of them to Huang Xing.He knew that the money to buy these things belonged to Huang Xing, but if he didn't do this, he felt that he couldn't help but tell Huang Xing that he was the author.

But he really didn't have the courage, and...he didn't want to give up.If you tell Huang Xing, all the things he is greedy for now will be gone.

Zhou Yi walked in front of Huang Xing, eating desperately, trying to suppress the guilt and despair surging in his heart.

Huang Xing only thought that on Monday he couldn't stop eating because it was delicious, and he took everything the latter gave him.He had never had the experience of eating while walking on the street, but seeing that Zhou Yi seemed to be eating very satisfied, he also tried it.Although the taste of these things is not good enough from Huang Xing's point of view, he thinks it's not bad.

Although the Nascent Soul monk no longer needs to eat, but if he really wants to eat, his appetite should not be underestimated.Huang Xing ate all the things stuffed for him on Monday, and he was full early on Monday, but there was still a lot left.

Zhou Yi, who finally suppressed his impulsive emotions temporarily, wanted to talk to Huang Xing to cover up his unnaturalness before, but found that Huang Xing was empty-handed, and blurted out: "Have you finished eating?"

Huang Xing nodded, and then asked understandingly: "You can't eat anymore? You can give it to me."

How could Zhou Yi have the nerve to give Huang Xing the leftovers he had eaten, and hurriedly refused: "No need, I'll just put it in the Qiankun bag."

"Can I go back?" Seeing that Monday didn't seem to be planning to eat anymore, Huang Xing asked.

"Going back." Zhou Zhou nodded, and followed Huang Xing to the other entrance and exit of the market.

When he was about to leave the market area, Zhou Yi suddenly smelled a somewhat pungent spicy smell, and there was a fascinating aroma in the spicy smell. He couldn't help but followed the smell and found that the source was It is a hot pot restaurant.

Noticing the change on Monday, Huang Xing also glanced at the hot pot restaurant, and comforted him, "Next time."

Looking back on Zhou Yi, looking at Huang Xing's puzzled eyes, he finally made up his mind.

Although he still didn't dare to tell Huang Xing that he was the author, he would compensate him in other ways.