The full-level master just wants to be a waste

This matter is really too difficult to explain, Fu Xia pressed his temple: "Ah Senior Sister,"

Ning Rong looked over with concern.

Fu Xia looked pained: "I have a headache."

Junior sisters always answer irrelevant questions.

But Ning Rong's hand holding the teacup still trembled slightly, and he took a sip randomly and indifferently: "Then go back and have a good rest."

Seeing Ning Rong like this, Fu Xia's heart trembled suddenly.

The man in front of him seemed to know everything.

He knew that he was weak from acting, he knew that he had changed under his skin, and he knew why he was suddenly so interested in the matter of being tired of spring.

This feeling is the same as the familiar feeling when I saw Ning Rong for the first time, it came suddenly and without warning.

But it also disappeared very quickly.

Fu Xia quickly ignored his strange emotions, looked at Ning Rong, without any guilt, and made an inch of it: "But it really hurts, and it may not be useful to take a break."

Ning Rong put the teacup on the table, looked at the smiling Fu Xia who didn't seem to be in any pain, and said helplessly, "Then you don't have to go to Yi'an Cliff tomorrow? Does this still cause a headache?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Fu Xia still accepted it when she knew it was good, she nodded, and immediately patched it up again: "I still want to go, and I also want to send chicken soup to my senior sister."

"Need not."

Ning Rong lowered her eyes slightly: "You can rest at ease."

Fu Xia waved her hands again and again: "It's okay, it's okay."

Ning Rong didn't speak, and she moved closer: "Sister, if you feel embarrassed, why don't you drink more tomorrow? It will take a long time for me to stew a chicken soup."

"You stewed it yourself?"

Ning Rong's voice was obviously surprised. She looked at Fu Xia in disbelief.

"Yup,"

Fu Xia complained: "I stew it myself every time, but my senior sister only drinks a little bit every time."

Ning Rong thought about the chicken soup for so long, and felt that her throat was a bit dry.

The chicken soup is really delicious. I don't know why, but it always has another feeling. Every time I smell that smell, my heart is always sour.

Ning Rong didn't know why she was like this, and she really couldn't control her emotions. What's more, she never thought that this person could cook chicken soup, so she acquiesced that it was just taken from a small kitchen, so every day it was just a small meal. The little one just took a couple of sips.

Never thought that she actually stewed it herself?

Ning Rong thought that he hadn't drunk so many days, his heart seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, dusty and a little sore.

The last time I was so regretful, it was after knowing about Senior Yanchun that I went crazy and regretted that I was born too late and never saw the heroic appearance of Senior Yanchun.

She picked up the cup she had just put on the table and took a sip of tea.

The entrance is astringent, but after drinking it is a touch of sweetness.

Ning Rong thought about the smell of the chicken soup, and felt even more regretful.

She pretended to be unintentional: "Be sure to drink."

"That's it."

Fu Xia stood up happily: "Then I'll go back and deliver chicken soup to senior sister tomorrow. Senior sister must drink it."

Before Ning Rong nodded, Fu Xia hurried away.

This time it didn't hurt at all.

I don't know why, ever since I knew that this world is not the world in the simple book, Fu Xia even feels that the wind at night has a taste of conspiracy-but so what?Even if it's a conspiracy, what can you do with yourself?

Fully capable of self-defense. , not to mention that I still have a backer now.

Although this backer is not so strong now, but in the future, his little backer will definitely give him a soft meal!

Although I have confirmed that this world is the world after my timeline 700 years later, I seem to have somehow become my master now—although I don’t know what relationship I have with that first Ye Yun, but it does seem to be so Relationship.

But it's not a big problem.

The next day Fu Xia really walked up to Yi Anzong on the morning sun, this time still holding a lunch box in his hand.

Ning Rong really did what he said yesterday, and drank the soup in front of Fu Xia.

Fu Xia is really serious about making the soup. Considering that the bigu people haven't eaten for a long time, they will skim off the top oil little by little.

So there is no greasy taste in the mouth, just the mellowness of the soup.

Fu Xia kindly watched his little backer drink soup.

My heart is warm, and I don't know why, but I still feel a little proud.

Look, this is still my grandson!

Although I don't know who the first Ye Yun is, but for the sake of having such a stable, good-looking and good-tempered disciple and grandson, I will reluctantly become this master!

The master didn't have the awareness and dignity of the master, so she didn't want to stand after standing for a while, so she found a stone and sat down, looking at Ning Rong.

Ning Rong also drank the soup calmly. Although there were no tables or chairs on the cliff, only the wind blowing constantly, she still sat firmly, holding the bowl in one hand, bringing the bowl to her mouth, and sipping.

The action is still calm and beautiful.

Fu Xia looked at Ning Rong like this, and felt itchy in his heart, an indescribable feeling.

It's a feeling I've never had before.

But this time Fu Xia seriously thought about why.

In the end, the result came out—who wouldn't be proud to have such a good disciple? !

So Fu Xia became more and more kind, and she decided to cultivate her little disciple and grandson well, who will be her future backer.

She clenched her fists and poured another bowl of chicken soup for Ning Rong: "There is pressure, but you can't be overwhelmed. There is confusion, but you can't be helpless. Be brave and determined to pursue what you want! Happiness and fulfillment will always follow you." looking at you!"

With a mouthful of chicken soup still in her mouth, Ning Rong looked at Fu Xia blankly, not knowing why she was going crazy again.

But my heart is still soft, although my junior sister always says some strange things, but I still think of myself in my heart.

I can't let down my younger sister's chicken soup, I must work harder.

Facing Shang Fuxia's kind gaze, Ning Rong lowered her head a little embarrassedly, and continued to drink the soup seriously.

If you want to be more powerful in the future, you can give your junior sister a soft meal.

Junior Sister can do nothing, so... she will probably be happy, right?

The author says:

Fu Xia: The seniority has suddenly increased.

Ning Rong: This wave, this wave should be called—being gnawed by the old man.