Early the next morning, Qi du climbed up against his crying eyes and opened the door with a bewildered face. At a glance, he saw the sword he had fallen off the snow cliff hanging on the door.

He was stunned for a long time, then suddenly regained his mind, thinking that master had fallen off the snow cliff all night to help him pick up the sword, so he hurried to Zhang Xue to say thank you.

Zhang Wenxue is making soup in the kitchen.

The head of the famous waterproof sword pie in the rivers and lakes is now wearing an embroidered flower apron, carrying a large pot spoon in hand, and carrying a ganoderma lucidum with a big bowl lid in the other hand, slowly put it into the chicken soup.

"pick up swords?" Zhang asked Xue to frown and replied, "it is winter now, and the ice and snow have not melted at the falling snow cliff, so I dare not go down easily as a teacher."

Qi du was confused.

If Zhang hadn't asked Xue, could the sword have flown back by himself?

"the teacher wanted to wait until the beginning of spring before going down to the snow cliff to pick up your sword." Zhang Wenxue sprinkled a handful of astragalus into the pot and asked, "what?" Why do you ask? "

Qi du slowly raised his sword.

"it's back."

Qi du said.

Zhang Wanxue: "…."

Zhang Mengxue finally threw the last ginseng into the pot and said, "you are probably the only one who can fall off the snow cliff at this time of year."

Qi du was stunned for a moment, and for a moment he was so overjoyed that he wanted to jump up from the same place to find Jiang Su to say thank you. Look! He felt that the uncle still had him in his heart! If not, how could the uncle risk going down the mountain to pick up the sword for him!

He hurriedly turned his head to run, but Zhang asked Xue to stop him and said, "wait a minute. If you want to thank you, send this chicken soup to your uncle."

Qi du Dun stopped.

He looked back and looked at the "chicken soup" in the pot, which had far more medicinal materials than chicken. He was silent for a long time, then finally trembled and asked, "Master, what do you think this is?"

Zhang asked Xue with a gentle smile: "your uncle has been closed for half a year, so hard, of course you have to make up for it."

Qi du: "."

Zhang Mengxue added: "you don't have to tell him that this chicken soup is stewed for the teacher. I don't care about anything else."

Qi du: "."

That's not it, master!

What if the uncle thinks I'm going to poison him!

Zhang Wenxue wiped his hands on the apron, took the initiative to put the chicken soup into the food basket, and wanted to give it to Qi du, but Qi du refused to reach out to pick it up. Zhang Wenxue frowned, and he thought he was the most understanding, thought for a moment, and finally understood.

Zhang Mengxue looked at Qi du's eyes and asked earnestly, "Duer, are you hungry?" Why don't you have a bowl before you go? "

Qi du: "."

Qi du quickly took the food basket, stepped back a few steps, and said in horror, "No need, Master!" This is chicken soup for uncle! I won't be greedy! "

Zhang Wanxue: "but …". "

Before Zhang Wenxue said the second half of the sentence, Qi du had already held the food basket and galloped away.

Qi du knows master's cooking skills.

This thing seems to have to ascend with one bite, and the little uncle hasn't fallen in love with him yet. Of course, he can't ascend first!

……

A quarter of an hour later, Qi du, carrying the chicken soup stewed by Zhang Mengxue, stood heavily outside the dustless house where Jiangsu lived.

He's nervous.

He thought that yesterday, the teacher and uncle refused his goodwill and laid his sword off the snow cliff, which broke his heart and gave up this period of love in his youth early.

But now he learned that last night, in spite of the wind and snow, he went down the snow cliff to pick up the sword for him.

His young romantic heart finally kindled the flames of love again.

A dustless attendant hurriedly ran out with a basin of water, followed by the primary school apprentice in the doorman.

Qi du looked there and saw that the basin of water was soaked in gauze and full of blood, and the primary school apprentice simply rushed out the door, talking about several medicinal herbs in his mouth, which was obviously sent back to the pharmacy by the master to get the medicine.

Qi du was stunned, and moved with worry rising, he couldn't take care of anything else. He jumped forward to the door, reached out and knocked on the door, and it was even more difficult to swallow in his throat.

It turned out that the little uncle had been injured so badly in order to pick up the sword for him!

Uncle must have him in his heart!

His mood was so strong that he did not control the strength of his good hand for a moment, but his hand touched the door of the room that was uncovered, and pushed it open directly.

Qi du said, "Little uncle!" How are you "

Jiang Su sat on the edge of the bed, holding a handsome young man in a semi-coma in his arms and looking up at him blankly.

The voice came to an abrupt end.

Qi du: "."

Qidu: "Sorry to disturb you."

Qi du retreated half a step silently and closed the door.

……

Qi du stood silently outside the door and heard two passing disciples talking in a low voice.

"where on earth did the little uncle save that man?" A disciple mumbled, "he was hurt so badly, thanks to him, he can still make it to this day."

"it seems to have been carried back from the bottom of the snowfall cliff." Another female disciple showed admiration. "Uncle Jiang is indeed the master of a dustless sword, but it is falling off a snowy cliff. I feel dizzy when I look down."

Qi du: "."

The servant girl wanted to say again, but she caught a glimpse of Qi du and stood by the door. She was so frightened that she immediately shut up and dared not say more.

Qi du only felt that his heart was cold again.

Uncle fell to the snow cliff, not only picked up a sword for him, but also picked up a wild man!

Qi du's eyes were tearful and full of sorrow, and at this moment the door opened.

Jiang Su stood behind the door and looked at him and asked, "what can I do for you?"

The voice of Jiangsu.

Qidu had already cried his eyes red and swollen yesterday, but now his eyes were misty and looked particularly pitiful, as if he had an unspeakable grievance.

Jiang Su looked serious, took back that sentence and asked, "what's the matter with you?"

Qi du wiped away his tears, forced himself to be calm, held back his tears and said, "I'm fine, little uncle."

Jiang Su asked again, "what happened to your eyes?"

Qi du sniffled and said, "I really didn't"

Jiang Su: "have you been beaten?" Are you still so swollen, boss? "

Qi du: "things."

Qi du: "."

……

Qi du clenched the big porcelain spoon mercilessly, stirring the "chicken soup" in the soup bowl, while watching Jiang Su sitting at the table, nagging him.

"where on earth have you practiced your kung fu all these years?" Jiang Su frowned slightly. "people's eyes are the key, how can they be hurt casually?"

Qi du: "."

He gritted his teeth and gave Jiang Su a large bowl of "chicken soup" full of black herbs.

"you've been a beginner for ten years." Jiang Su hated that iron could not be made into steel. "Why are you still so lazy?"

Qi du added an extra spoonful of medicinal herbs to Jiang Su and hated to pass the chicken soup to Jiang Su's hands.

"that's all." Jiang Su took it easily and sighed, "tell me, who hurt you?"

Qi du was stunned.

"at least he is a disciple of our family, and it is too humiliating to be beaten like this." Jiang Suleng said coldly, "who called, I asked him to give it back."

Qi du's heart trembled, but he felt a little. He was about to open his mouth to call for a "uncle" when he saw Jiang Su raise his hand, hold up the bowl of black chicken soup and drink it.

Qi du: "."

It's over.

Qi du covered his face.

Uncle must hate him to death.

Jiang Su looked calm and drank several mouthfuls of "chicken soup". He frowned and asked Qi du, "what's the matter?"

Qi du: ". It's nothing. It's a big tonic. Uncle, drink more. "

He looked at Jiang Su without changing his color, as if he did not feel that he had drunk anything extremely horrible, and suddenly understood where master's confidence in his cooking came from.

Zhang Mengxue seldom cooks, even if he cooks, he mostly makes vegetable soup for Jiang Su to wash his hands. Qi du has never tasted it, anyway. feel terrible when look at it.

Coincidentally, the doctor packed up the medicine box and came to explain Muyichuan's injury to Jiangsu. "he is awake, and the young man is in good health," he said. "these days pay attention to make up one more body, should be able to recover soon."

Jiang Su immediately remembered the chicken soup he was drinking.

Holding the "chicken soup", he showed it to the doctor and asked how the herbs were and whether it was suitable for Muyichuan to replenish his body.

Sure enough, the doctor looked at the medicine carefully and said, "this is indeed a big tonic. You can give that young knight-errant some to drink."

Jiangsu was immediately interested and raised his hand to take another bowl to Muyichuan soup.

Qi du was confused.

No, uncle, no one can drink this chicken soup except you!

But Jiangsu quickly packed a large bowl of soup and took it inside, sat down on the edge of the bed, picked up the rather weak Muyichuan, and said earnestly, "come, drink."

Muichuan: "…."

Mu Yichuan looked at the strange black liquid in the bowl, which seemed to be a little sticky. He stretched out a stewed curled chicken paw on the edge and grasped it straight to the sky. He was silent for a long time. He just reached out and took the spoon in Jiang Su's hand. He reached into the bowl and stirred it gently, puzzled and asked: "…". Is it medicine? "

Jiang Su shook his head seriously: "Medicinal diet."

Muichuan: "…."

Mu Yichuan took the soup bowl and drank it without saying a word.

He obviously thought it was terrible to drink, frowned and looked very ugly, but he never raised a word of objection, as if he had been used to the smell of these terrible herbs and slowly swallowed the whole bowl of chicken soup.

Qi du froze.

Wait, what's going on? There are two heroes in this room?

Or is it. Master's stew just looks scary and tastes good?

He couldn't help looking carefully at the rest of the chicken soup in front of him.

Most of the herbs in the soup had been put into the uncle's bowl, and now there was only some soup and chicken left in front of him, which looked much better than before. He swallowed saliva, picked up another spoon, scooped up a small spoon of chicken soup and sniffed the chicken soup carefully.

Very much like a strange traditional Chinese medicine that has been boiled for two days.

Qi du looked up again and saw that Mu Yichuan had calmly finished the chicken soup and was slowly and gracefully wiping his mouth with a handkerchief without the slightest discomfort, so Qi du could no longer help being curious, held his breath and tasted it.

Jiangsu happened to take over the soup bowl in the hands of Mu Yichuan and asked seriously: "it tastes bad, isn't it?"

Muichuan: "…."

Qi du: "."

"I think it tastes bad, too." Jiang Su said, "but my brother likes to toss with these things, and I have been used to drinking them for so many years."

Muichuan: "…."

Qi du: "."

Jiang Su: "Don't hate me, either. It's for your good health. Just take it as a bitter medicine."

It was then that Mu Yichuan slowly opened his mouth.

"it doesn't hurt. When I was at home, Deputy he. The cooking skill of the family is also very bad. " Muichuan coughed and said, "I'm used to it."

He looked at each other as if they had found something in common, and Mu Yichuan finally pursed his lips and smiled at Jiang Su.

Jiang Su was satisfied and looked back slowly.

Qi du covered his mouth, his face was very white, his eyes were wide with tears, and he trembled all over.

Jiang Su was stunned.

"teacher and nephew? What are you. " Jiang Su thought he understood and was worried, "have you been beaten into an internal injury?"

Qi du: "."

Qi du: "qaq"

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