Chapter 953

A lot of people's temperament is innate. Generally speaking, only after the age of 30 will their temperament change with the rise and fall of life.

At present, the temperament of this woman in blue is extremely rare. There is a melancholy temperament on her face. It is difficult to refine without rich life experience.

If his temperament is discovered by a director who likes to shoot literary and artistic films, he will shoot a film with a story around her like discovering the new world.

The woman can't see her specific age. Her skin is very elastic, even compared with an 18-year-old girl.

But those eyes full of autumn water made her look extremely mature.

It is said that she has no problem at the age of 20. Her skin is very good. People's aging often starts from the skin, especially after the age of 30.

Those stars who take good care of themselves usually pay a lot of money to protect their skin.

It's not too much to say she's 40. The look in her eyes makes her look definitely not an ordinary woman. Without years of deposition, her eyes can't be so low, indifferent and full of sadness.

In addition to these, there was a look of expectation on the woman's face.

She looked around. When her eyes fell on Jiang Wuchen's face, she was a little surprised. It seemed that an explorer suddenly found a piece of jade.

The woman walked up.

Jiang Wuchen couldn't help sitting upright. He didn't feel much powerful breath or even any vitality on this woman.

But I dare not underestimate and disrespect.

This impression is very strange. Even in Feng Luyao, Jiang Wuchen doesn't have such a strong feeling.

The stronger the cultivation, the greater the prestige. What is the prestige? In fact, it can be understood as a kind of aura. The strength of aura is also different for people with different temperament and cultivation.

Compared with a rich billionaire, it is self-evident that a migrant worker who has worked hard all his life and failed in the end.

The woman walked to Jiang Wuchen and Jiang Zongcheng, looked down at Jiang Wuchen, without a trace of emotion, cold as water, "what about others?"

Jiang Wuchen pretended to be stunned and said, "who?"

The woman stared at Jiang Wuchen's eyes all the time. It goes without saying that Jiang Wuchen's psychological quality is absolutely first-class. Even so, she was a little flustered by this woman.

"Where is he?" the woman asked again.

Jiang Wuchen scratched his head and said, "I really don't know who you're talking about?"

"Tang monk!" said the woman.

Jiang Wuchen shook his head and said, "I don't know. I haven't heard of it."

"You're lying! Two minutes ago, I could still feel his breath!" the woman said.

Jiang Wuchen was really afraid. The woman's accomplishments were far better than him. Just a look in her eyes made him feel flustered.

If a woman gets angry, maybe one move can kill them!

In front of the real strong, Jiang Wuchen is still very weak. This comparison is like a teenager who has just entered middle school and lied in front of the powerful king.

Jiang Wuchen bowed his head and turned over the rabbit. Although he was afraid, he also knew that the big monk would not let the woman do it, at least he would protect them.

The woman is not as unreasonable as Jiang Wuchen thinks. Of course, this does not mean that she is unreasonable. She is still unreasonable. At least, the degree of irrationality is slightly better than Jiang Wuchen's imagination. At least she has not started with Jiang Wuchen and Jiang Zongcheng.

"As like as two peas before, the preparation of the spices is exactly the same as before." the woman looked up and looked at the distance.

Jiang Wuchen understands that this is a woman talking to Monk Tang.

Tang Monk just ran away in a panic. Naturally, he didn't want to see this woman. He certainly wouldn't talk at this moment. Maybe he has run out of Nanshan Temple and hid in the grove, or even farther away from the grove.

The woman believed that every word she said could be heard by the monk.

"If you don't come out, I won't go." the woman said and sat down.

For no reason, Jiang Wuchen and Jiang Zongcheng feel the increased pressure on them, but they can adapt. Women can't show their authority. Otherwise, Jiang Wuchen and Jiang Zongcheng may not be able to bear it.

The woman looked at Jiang Zongcheng and said, "open the wine jar!"

"Oh, well." without any hesitation, Jiang Zongcheng immediately broke the wax paper sealed by the wine jar, and a pure grain smell came in an instant.

"Sorghum sorrow... It's the same." the woman reached into her cuff and felt a small blue jade bowl from inside, "pour it!"

Jiang Zongcheng looked down at the mouth of the wine jar. "Hiss, wine fat!" it turned out that there was a layer of white wax fat on the sealing surface of the jar.

This wax fat is not wax, but a kind of fat infiltrated from the liquor. This is the fat from the plant itself. Generally speaking, wine fat will appear only when the real old wine is perfectly preserved.

Wine fat is an extremely nutritious substance, worth thousands of gold!

However, many people do not know the correct way to take it.

Jiang Zongcheng, who had eaten and seen the Lord, naturally understood that he carefully put out the wine fat. There was as much as half a bowl. Then he poured out the wine liquid inside. The wine liquid was viscous and gave off a strange fragrance, like amber.

As he poured the wine, Jiang Zongcheng was a little surprised. The jade bowl in front of the woman didn't seem to have much capacity. Half a kilo was enough.

But... Now the situation is that half a jar of old wine has been poured in, and the small jade bowl is only half a bowl, and it is always half a bowl.

Jiang Zongcheng looks at women.

The woman didn't look at him, but just looked at Jiang Wuchen. Her eyes turned back and forth on the faces of the roast rabbit and Jiang Wuchen. "No, it's not at all... He looks like a hanging ghost. How ugly is it? You're not his son."

Jiang Wuchen almost spewed blood. The woman really dared to say anything, but she didn't answer.

"Is it ready?" said the woman.

The roasted rabbit in Jiang Wuchen's hand has been burnt yellow, oily and mixed with spices, emitting a strange smell.

"It should be almost." Jiang Wuchen said. Then he put the roast rabbit on the wooden tray, took out the knife and cut it. The woman waved her hand to indicate that Jiang Zongcheng didn't have to pour it.

In fact, a jar of old wine has almost been poured out. Fortunately, the rest has barely poured two bowls.

The woman tore off a rabbit leg and ate it. Then she took a fierce drink with a bowl and took a breath. It seemed rude, but with an unspeakable generosity.

Jiang Wuchen looks at the woman's exquisite side face. It's hard to imagine that the appearance of Monk Tang is still stuttering. There are women who like it, and she is still such a temperament woman.

No reason.

That's unreasonable.

Today is May 20. Add a chapter later.