Xianghe

"Xianghe Xianghe! Are you hungry? Do you want me to warm up the roast chicken for you? Or if you want to eat something else, I'll get it for you!"

This time it wasn't Yuan Qinghui who was bothering Xianghe, he only dared to open his mouth to interrupt Xianghe's "face wall" when he heard the first hungry grunt from Xianghe's stomach.

The cave is very quiet, and even small sounds can be heard clearly. When Yuan Qinghui was lying on the table watching Xianghe's cultivation just now, he didn't dare to make any noise, for fear of disturbing Xianghe's cultivation, so At this moment, the voice from Xianghe's stomach in the empty cave resounded in his ears without any interference, and he couldn't hide it no matter what.

In the empty and quiet cave, Yuan Qinghui's cry of surprise and joy suddenly appeared, and the birds on the other side of Jue Ridge were startled.

As soon as he yelled that sentence, Yuan Qinghui sat back on the bench shyly, was the joy in his voice too strong?

The practice was suddenly interrupted, so Xianghe was naturally a little angry. Behind him, Yuan Qinghui first heard Xianghe open his mouth and let out a sigh of impatience, and then said patiently: "Otherwise Go get some more potato cakes."

It was rare to hear Xianghe's request for food. He failed to eat the food that he brought back last time. After careful calculation, he failed to eat the food Xianghe brought him these few times.

As soon as Yuan Qinghui heard the order, he immediately got up and left.

When he came back with the taro cake again, Xianghe had already eaten it, and the wild vegetables on the table were still mushy, even stale compared to the ones in the morning.

Xianghe said: "I can't wait for the time being, so I'll find something to eat myself first." Yuan Qinghui, who had traveled thousands of miles to find food for him, was sent away.

Yuan Qinghui didn't say anything, he put the taro cake on the stone table in silence, and continued to lie on the stone table and watch the back of Xianghe practicing.

When it was time for the next meal, Xianghe said that he wanted to eat something new that he hadn't tasted before, and Yuan Qinghui flew to the nearest small town as fast as he could, wishing he could just get back the food that was still in the pot. After a gust of wind, he came back.

When I came back, I happened to see Xianghe holding a wild vegetable bowl and shoveling wild vegetables. The appearance of swallowing wild vegetables without even chewing was like a starving ghost. The corners of the mouth were also covered with green juice. From time to time, I look at the outside of the door and the inside of the bowl alternately, um, how should I put it, the appearance of Xianghe trying to swallow it is really, really cute...

And when he saw Yuan Qinghui rushing back at the speed of the wind, before he could swallow the thing he was chewing, the shock at that moment and his anxiety stuck in his chest.

When he saw Yuan Qinghui, Xianghe's expression went from being frightened for a moment, his eyes widened and his face flushed, to a moment later, he was blocked and turned blue. Yuan Qinghui immediately realized what was going on, and rushed over to get the newly acquired The food was thrown on the table, and he stretched out his hand to support Xianghe, and kept patting Xianghe's back with the other hand: "Don't worry, don't swallow it, spit it out!"

It was indeed because of anxiety, this was the first time he spoke to Xiang He with such a loud voice.

After the words came out, Yuan Qinghui realized his mistake, and immediately slowed down his voice, while gently supporting Xianghe's back, he said, "Spit it out."

Then, Yuan Qinghui's feet were covered with green paste all over the ground.

After Xianghe vomited, she began to gasp heavily. Yuan Qinghui held Xianghe's waist with one hand, and still couldn't help but have a reproachful tone: "Idiot, why are you eating so fast? How can you practice if you choke to death?"

In fact, I know that Xianghe has been avoiding him, has been avoiding any intersection with him, and is most afraid of troubling him, but it has already reached this point, these things are inevitable.

Yuan Qinghui can say with certainty that it is impossible for Xianghe alone to climb to the top of Lingxiao Palace.

In the past, it was because Xianghe had his master, that person, and several people supported each other to reach such a high position, but now, there is only Xianghe alone, and it is because of Xianghe's ability to not take care of himself, let alone go to heaven , it is even difficult to live in this world for a few more days.

When the three of them were together in the past, someone must have shared a lot of things in life for Xianghe, so that he could practice with peace of mind without distraction, but now, Xianghe is left alone, and these little things that he didn't care about before are actually true. In fact, it was extremely time-consuming and mentally exhausting. If he continued to make such a fuss, he would only eat grass. In a few days, it would be a question of whether he would still have the strength to get up.

After Xianghe had completely spit it out and was comfortable to wear while panting, Yuan Qinghui's left hand was still on Xianghe's waist to support him from falling down, and with his right hand he picked up the teapot on the stone table and poured a glass of clear water. Feed it to Xianghe's mouth.Xiang He caught it with her lips in her mouth.

After swallowing it, I held it in my mouth for a while, rinsed my mouth, and then spit it out to the side.Yuan Qinghui poured him another glass of water, put it to his mouth, and let him drink it.

After being trained, Xianghe unexpectedly became very obedient, he didn't say a word, and his body obediently let Yuan Qinghui help him to the table and sit down.

"It's just right, let's try this Drunken Immortal Duck after getting motivated. I bought it from the busiest shop at the foot of the mountain. It should taste pretty good." It has a strong taste of coercion.

Xianghe looked up at him, maybe it was the physiological reaction of vomiting just now, there was still a trace of water vapor in the eyes, like a child who wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry, it crashed into the bottom of Yuan Qinghui's heart in an instant.

Yuan Qinghui reached out to handle the packaged Drunken Immortal Duck for Xianghe, and even handed it to Xianghe's mouth: "Come, have a taste."

At this moment, his tone became much gentler.

Xiang He stared at the duck meat he handed over for a while, hesitant to speak, and then opened his mouth to bite the piece of meat he handed over.

The piece of meat that Yuan Qinghui handed over was a bit big, and after Xianghe took a bite, the rest of the meat was in Yuan Qinghui's hand.Xiang He wanted to completely tear the piece of meat into his mouth with that biting posture, but the meat was really tight, and he couldn't tear it off after shaking his head for a long time.

Yuan Qinghui looked across from him, and the little deer in his heart was about to be killed. How could there be such a cute person!

Yuan Qinghui endured the throbbing in his heart, and his hands trembled slightly. He was about to use his hands to help Xianghe tear the piece of meat, but Xianghe opened his mouth a little wider unexpectedly, and took the piece of meat in one gulp. The meat was almost completely swallowed and carried away.

Then, he saw Xianghe struggling to chew the piece of meat that was beyond the reach of his mouth, his cheeks were all swollen, and the expression on his face seemed to be going through some catastrophe, because just after vomiting The sequelae of the pain, the tears in his eyes have not completely evaporated, and it looks like he was bullied by that piece of meat.

Yuan Qinghui's heart was pounding non-stop, and he always felt that his throat was a little dry. Although he wanted to watch more, when Xianghe swallowed the big piece of meat, he still sensibly took the rest of the meat. It was torn into small pieces that Xianghe could bear.

With the first time, the rest is for Xianghe to eat by himself.

"How is it? How does it taste?" This time, because he was afraid that Xianghe would be waiting in a hurry, he bought it at the nearest place. Yuan Qinghui hadn't tasted this thing yet, and he didn't know if it would suit Xianghe's appetite.

"A bit rushed." Xianghe shrugged her nose.

rush?

Yuan Qinghui couldn't help but also picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. This Drunken Immortal Duck uses wine to remove the fishy smell of duck meat, so it will naturally smell of strong alcohol. He knows Xianghe's mouth is tricky, but I didn't know it would be so tricky.

The taste of duck meat melted on Yuan Qinghui's tongue. After chewing for a long time, Yuan Qinghui began to realize that Xianghe should not be able to eat such a strong seasoning.

He felt fishy if the condiments were left out, but he felt offended if the seasoning was left out. How could there be such a hard-to-serve ancestor?

But Yuan Qinghui wasn't impatient at all, he began to think in his mind of any way to deal with meat that would not be overcooked or smelly.Tomorrow, let him try the taste of the snow-roasted chicken first, to see if it suits his taste, and then make another adjustment.

Maybe it was because of the food that Yuan Qinghui sent and felt that his expectations had been broken. Maybe it was because of what Yuan Qinghui did secretly just now, and because he saw a very embarrassing self in the end.After eating, it was still noon, and Xianghe lay on the stone bed with her back to rest early.

Yuan Qinghui helped him clean up the leftovers after eating, and the messy ground he just vomited on the ground. Although he didn't rush it, it was also unsightly. At the same time, he began to think about decorating this dilapidated cave for Xianghe.

In the afternoon, after confirming that Xianghe was sleeping soundly, Yuan Qinghui went to the best fabric store in the capital city of the country next door to purchase the most comfortable bedding for him, and then bought him the most comfortable bedding in another country. I got the best tea set from the best tea set shop in the country, and by the way, I went to Xizhou, where I got a set of exquisite and compact cushions.

Although people who cultivate immortals pay attention to living a hard life, Yuan Qinghui absolutely doesn't want Xianghe to suffer any more after going through those hard times.

Moreover, his delicate Xianghe should not have lived such a hard life.

Yuan Qinghui has carefully considered these things. He never thought about how prosperous the cave would be, otherwise Xianghe would find it too eye-catching and would not like it. He only made the most common things that are commonly used in daily life. These few things can greatly improve the satisfaction of life.

Unexpectedly, after going to bed at noon, Xianghe actually didn't wake up until the next morning, which was an hour later than usual.

Maybe it's because she was a little sleepy. After Xianghe woke up, she took a dull look at the environment in the cave that had changed significantly. She got up and walked to the stone table in a daze without saying a word, as if she didn't notice it at all. Picked up the new teacup that Yuan Qinghui had prepared for him.

Slowly, he poured himself a glass of water, then turned to take a bath.

I thought that Xianghe would have something to say more or less, but I didn’t expect that Xianghe, who fell into a daze, didn’t speak at all, no, maybe he didn’t necessarily notice the difference... Yuan Qinghui thought like this .

After finishing the equipment in the cave, Yuan Qinghui began to think about correcting Xianghe's bad habit of not eating breakfast.

Obviously there were tomato cakes that he had arranged on the table, but he went to practice without moving at all.Maybe it was because he was not hungry in the morning, so he had no appetite, and he had never seen Xianghe eat breakfast before.

By the way, Yuan Qinghui felt sorry for another wave of taro cake. This is the first time it has appeared?Haven't been tasted by Xianghe yet.

At noon, Xianghe's stomach was already hungry. This time, he did not refuse the food that Yuan Qinghui sent him, and this meal of snow-roasted chicken was also the food that Xianghe sent to Yuan Qinghui these days Highest appreciation expressed: "Not bad."

After hearing Xianghe's words, Yuan Qinghui's excited heart was about to go to that small town and kiss the chef who made this dish hard!

Afterwards, Yuan Qinghui seemed to have gradually figured out the taste of Xianghe, in summary: dull.

Don’t eat too fishy, ​​don’t eat too strong, don’t eat too sweet, don’t touch too greasy, don’t like those with too much seasoning, don’t like those with too strong taste of ingredients, and, in the following time , no matter how much delicious food Yuan Qinghui got him, his highest evaluation would not exceed one sentence: It's okay.

It seems that it doesn't have Xianghe's favorite taste, even the green tea that Yuan Qinghui blew up to the sky last time, Xianghe's evaluation of it is noncommittal.

Yuan Qinghui began to think about going to heaven to steal some sake brewed by fairies and bring it back to Xianghe.

In the past, when he was in the sky, he would always hold a porcelain white jade wine cup in his hand, which contained fine wine specially brewed for him by the fairies of the Nine Heavens.At that time, Xianghe seemed to like that taste very much. Although Yuan Qinghui had never tasted it, if possible, he should try it boldly at that time, and then remember the taste. Now he is learning to brew some for Xianghe.

Every morning, Yuan Qinghui would prepare a very tempting breakfast for Xianghe, but every time Xianghe woke up, he poured a glass of water and continued to "digest", no matter what No matter what Yuan Qinghui used, Xianghe couldn't get rid of her bad habit of not eating breakfast.

There is another point that made Yuan Qinghui very depressed. After so long, Xianghe didn't have any opinions on the things Yuan Qinghui bought in the cave. You know, nothing else, Xianghe's set The bed, but he carefully selected a set of pink that he thought would be very suitable for him, because Xianghe usually wears gentle light green clothes, Yuan Qinghui thinks this color matches him very well, but he is also a little afraid of Xianghe I don't really like such a dazzling color, so I was actually looking forward to Xianghe's reaction when she saw this thing, but I didn't expect Xianghe to not care at all, even the thick soft quilt added to my stone bed I didn't find the same thing. After getting up every day, I poured water, bathed, practiced, ate, practiced, ate, practiced, bathed, and rested.

Sometimes Yuan Qinghui couldn't even say a word to him at the end of the day.

Such peaceful and peaceful days lasted for several months.

Yuan Qinghui counted them carefully. In the past few months, Xianghe had spoken to him twenty times in total, with a total of 43 sentences and 150 words.

Monotonous, but happy.

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Today is also a hard time trying to feed the little cuties~