camouflage salted fish

The education of Zhenshanzong is in full swing.

After the previous incident of the Mad Wolf Gang, the sense of crisis in everyone's heart has increased a bit, and everyone has worked tirelessly to practice and study.Seeing the children working so hard, Song Yifan felt distressed and relieved. He couldn't help with other things, so he could only take care of their daily life more comprehensively, and tried every means to supplement nutrition for these children who were still growing.

"Xiaoyun, help me catch another one," Song Yifan was holding a frantically thumping hen in his arms, and he couldn't open his eyes because of the chicken's wings, "The innermost one, the fattest one... "

Zhenshanzong's own chicken coop has to be fed with good feed, and they are fat and strong. They run much faster than humans, and it is really difficult to catch them.Song Yifan guessed that Xie Yun's small body would be enough to subdue the fattest chicken, and was about to step forward to help, but saw Xie Yun walking towards the corner of the wooden fence, as if predicting the direction of the hen's escape, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it. It lifts up.

"Okay!" Song Yifan was taken aback for a moment, and then he smiled and said yes.

He led Xie Yun to the kitchen: "Everyone has worked hard during this period, let's make hen soup for lunch today, and I will make up for everyone!"

"Uncle Song." Xie Yun raised his head and said suddenly, "Let me stew this soup."

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"Wow, what a good thing, so fragrant!"

The first one to follow the scent was Nie Weiyu. Looking at the steaming chicken soup on the table, her saliva was about to flow down. She picked up a piece of chicken with chopsticks, blew on it twice, and threw it into her mouth impatiently, and then she was scalded. gasping again and again.

Song Yifan started to have a headache when he saw her appearance, and said sadly: "Look at you, look at you—is there still a girl who looks like a girl? Huh?"

Nie Weiyu was already immune to his nagging, she swallowed the meat in a few mouthfuls, and took a piece of it with unsatisfied satisfaction: "It's delicious! But Uncle Song, you didn't stew this chicken soup today, did you?"

"Yo, the mouth is quite smart." Song Yifan laughed, and pointed to the black-clothed boy who was quiet and clothed the chopsticks, "Xiaoyun made it. How did you eat it?"

"The chicken you stewed is chewy and chewy. It's stewed to pieces this time, and it's very delicious." Nie Weiyu swallowed a mouthful of chicken contentedly, "I like it all!"

Shen Budu looked into the bowl when he heard the words.Sure enough, the chicken had been stewed for an unknown amount of time, the meat was tender and rotten, and the soup was rich and mellow, and the oil slicks on the soup surface were carefully skimmed off, making people appetite after seeing it.

Xie Yun served soup to everyone one by one, with five pieces of chicken in each bowl, and when he was sinking, he put nine pieces in without changing his face, and put a bowl full of broth in front of the other party.

Shen Budu didn't pay attention to this detail, thanked him with a smile, picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks and put it into his mouth.The meat is tender and smooth, and it slides down the esophagus, and the stomach suddenly becomes hot, and it is very comfortable to iron.

He narrowed his eyes and sighed contentedly.

Speaking of it, Shen Budu is actually a casual and picky person.

He has never paid attention to ostentation, unlike some other heads and palace masters, who have to embrace eight chariots when they go out, and their residences must be resplendent and magnificent. They all put on the blinding big fingers; he can sleep anywhere, if he can’t find a hotel when he goes out, he can sleep soundly in a dilapidated temple or even a branch; he doesn’t pay much attention to clothes. It's blue and white, at best it's indifferent and elegant, at worst it's lazy and rough.

But not eating.

He doesn't like sweet food, he thinks men like sweet food and it's not tough enough; he can't stand sour food, he would gasp when he sees children eating candied haws on the street; he never eats fish, because he feels inexplicably mad when he sees fish bones , do not eat meat that is not rotten, because it is easy to clog the teeth, and the cheeks are too tired to chew.

Headmaster Shen has innumerable problems with his diet for three days and three nights, but few people pay attention to them, because he never bothers to tell others about these problems. Therefore, even the chefs in Tianya Canghaimen don't know their master's food preferences.

But there is one person who remembers it clearly.

When eating, the man would pick out the fishbone and put the meat into his bowl. When stewing the soup, the meat was always boiled to the point of being rotten in the mouth.Even because he would subconsciously feel uncomfortable seeing sour fruits, he directly took an ax and chopped down the hawthorn tree in Lao San’s yard that had been hard to grow, and for this reason, Lao San rolled up his sleeves and beat him hard. shelf……

Of course, in the end it didn't work out.

As if recalling some interesting scene, the corners of Shen Budu's lips twitched slightly, but suddenly stopped in the next moment.

Strange.He bit his chopsticks and thought, "I'm fine, I always wonder what that villain who bullied his master and exterminated his ancestors is doing?"

Shaking his head lightly, Shen Budu picked up the bowl in front of him and choked down the rest of the soup.

"—what good food to eat, and don't leave some for me?"

A strange male voice rang out with the creaking of the door, and the ending sounded like a hook. Before Shen Budu could respond, those children had already jumped up from their seats and said with great joy: "Brother Qiu, you are back!" Already!"

The man who opened the door was about 22 or [-] years old, tall and straight, with a high ponytail, fair face, long and narrow eyes and slightly thin lips, a typical mean beauty.

The beauty swept her long and narrow eyes, and landed on Shen Budu precisely, raised her eyebrows: "Have you any guests?"

"Not a guest," Song Yifan smiled and stood up to introduce, "This is Shen Du, this is Xie Yun, both newcomers to our Zhenshan Sect. This is Qiu Wanran, who went out a few days ago, you guys Haven't seen it up there."

Shen Budu heard Li Xingyu and others mention this name many times, and he was quite impressed, because it is said that Qiu Wanran is a craftsman.

In today's world of comprehension, a craftsman can be said to be the most honorable, popular, and sought-after profession.

Although alchemists are paid well, they are still far behind compared to weapon refiners - just because alchemists focus on refining various healing elixirs or murderous poisons, but weapon refiners can forge all kinds of weapons , greatly improving the combat power of monks.

There is no monk who would not want to have a powerful natal weapon by his side, so excellent craftsmen are highly sought after, and their status in the sect is even more honorable than some great elders.

"Shen Du?" Sure enough, Qiu Wanran had heard of this name before, "Is it Shen Du from the Shen family in Pingyuan?"

"Yes." Li Xingyu hurriedly said, as if he was afraid that Qiu Wanran might misunderstand, "But what we heard before were all rumors! Brother Shen is super powerful, he can make alchemy, he can use spears, and he can also 'sound kill'!"

After this period of teaching, Li Xingyu has completely become Shen Budu's confidante. He wants to let the whole world know how powerful he is, Big Brother Shen, and he has a tendency to replace Master Shen in his mind.

Nie Wei happily added: "You didn't see the scene where Brother Shen single-handedly took on the Mad Wolf Gang and beat them to pieces. It's so cool!"

Even Gu Yanyu, who never talked much, smiled and said: "The Shen family has no eyes, and it's too late to regret it now."

They rushed to finish the compliments, so Ruan Ruan had no choice but to grab Shen Budu's sleeves with his oily little hands, and concluded with a serious face: "In short, Dudu is awesome!"

Everyone nodded in unison, the expression of trust and dependence was beyond words.

A trace of surprise flashed across Qiu Wanran's eyes, and she squinted at Shen Budu.

"Really." He raised the corners of his lips, "Then I would like to ask Brother Shen for your advice."

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"Brother Shen, stay here."

After the meal, everyone dispersed, and Shen Budu was about to go back to the house when he was stopped by Qiu Wanran behind him.

"I have something I want to talk to Brother Shen." Qiu Wan smiled, "Are you free?"

Although he had a smile on his face, his eyes were somewhat indifferent, and he didn't bother to hide the suspicious and defensive look in his eyes, and he just looked at Shen Budu intently.

"Of course." Shen Budu walked under the shade of the tree calmly, as if he couldn't detect the vague hostility of the other party, "What do you want to talk about?"

"It's nothing serious, just a little curious." Qiu Wanran followed his pace, looked at his face, as if trying to find out some flaws, "I heard from Yi Fan that you only got it after you opened up your tendons. Earth-shaking changes. Since you know the way to restore your cultivation, why didn't you take measures early in the Shen family, but were willing to be a 'trash' for so many years?"