Chapter 569

This surprised Jing Lan and casually asked "what's the mood of Ruoshui Jun?"

The disciple nodded and said, "Ruoshui Jun is in a particularly good mood today."

Especially good?

I thought she was going to be angry for several more days.

He would like to see how she is in a good mood.

Although kneeling for a day, Jing Lan didn't hurt much. She still walked as usual.

When he returned to the courtyard, he could not find Zhen Xi as he wished. Instead, he saw that the kitchen lights were bright.

Through the open door, he saw Zhen Xi kneading dough on the stove.

I still remember the last time I saw her knead dough, five years ago, he won the competition in Shushan. She made him a bowl of noodles herself.

This time, is it the same?

Jinglan was about to push the door in, but suddenly she heard Zhen Xi speak inside.

"I haven't done it for a long time. I'm rusty. What should I do if it's not delicious?"

Jing Lan frowned slightly, and her raised hand was frozen in the air.

Who is she talking to?

When he was wondering, a long figure suddenly appeared in his sight.

That's a man.

Jing Lan felt familiar, and then remembered that he was the man who was led into the Mountain Gate by the fairy child during the day.

She looks beautiful, but she is thin and pale. She seems to be ill. It adds a more feminine and morbid beauty, which makes people feel pity.

The man walked to Zhen Xi's side and stared at her hands rubbing the dough.

A crisp voice sounded.

"I've been wandering outside for so many years. What I miss most is your steamed bread. There's no saying whether it's delicious or not."

Steamed buns?

Jinglan couldn't help recalling the night when Zhenxi made noodles for him.

He once asked her if she had made noodles.

She replied that she had made steamed bread.

He asked, for whom.

I still remember her disappointed expression and replied, "well, there is such a person."

Is that a person?

In the kitchen, under the flickering lights.

In front of the stove, the man and woman standing side by side had an inexplicable sense of matching.

Even if she was wearing a veil and couldn't see her expression clearly, she could still feel how happy she should be at this moment.

The joy stabbed Jinglan's heart.

It also aroused the jealousy in his heart.

He threw away the absurd ideas in his head.

No one is worthy of master except himself!

He directly kicked the door in and maliciously damaged the picturesque aesthetic scene in the kitchen.

The men and women in front of the stove looked up at the same time.

The man looked puzzled, but Zhen Xi was full of surprise.

Jing Lan sat on the bench as if nothing had happened under the gaze of her two eyes, and reached out to beat her knee.

"After kneeling all day, I can't walk."

He raised his head, hooked his lips and smiled at Zhen Xi. "Master, the disciple is hungry. Make a bowl of noodles for the disciple, just like the bowl five years ago."

Zhen Xi then recovered from his amazement, frowned unhappily and scolded, "presumptuous! Master, who allows you to sit down at will?! Don't get up and meet the Qingheng immortal! "

Qingheng immortal?

Jing Lan raised her eyes and looked at the man beside Zhen Xi.

It turned out that he was Qing Heng Jun.

Jinglan has heard of this name countless times, but she has never seen it.

Qing Heng Jun is an immortal.

As the name suggests, immortals are those who travel through mountains and rivers and cultivate themselves. They don't belong to any immortal cultivation door.

But not many people succeed in self-cultivation, and few can be well-known.