His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 171 Little monk, you are a woman

Chapter 171

Qian Miao ignored it, thought about it, and opened the lunch box.

Feng Can opened the chat box: "My brother has also practiced ancient martial arts since he was a child. It hurts to beat people. You two really match well."

"Eat your meal." Qian Miao's voice was slightly lower.

Feng Can pursed his lips, and did not continue to speak very wisely.

He took a piece of chicken wing with chopsticks and ate it, suddenly, his eyes were startled.

"Wow, this is delicious, who gave it to you? Xu Youzheng?"

While speaking, he took another big mouthful.

He can be regarded as someone who has eaten delicious food from all over the world, but he was still amazed.

Qian Miao didn't raise her eyes, she opened the lid of the rice, and said, "Wei Wu made it."

As soon as these words fell, Wei Wu happened to walk in with the lunch box that had just been washed, and when she heard her name, she subconsciously looked over here.

Feng Can also glanced at her, and then gave her a thumbs up: "The craftsmanship is really good."

His eyes were clean and clear, without a trace of impurities, and I could hear it was a very sincere sentence.

Wei Wu was startled and stared at him blankly for a few seconds.

Then, without saying anything, he hurriedly returned to his seat, sat down, and took out the exercise book to read.

The white and tender fingers grasped the pen, trembling slightly.

Here, Qian Mi took a sip of lemonade, the sweet and icy coolness made her feel very comfortable.

The dishes were arranged neatly, just like the man, meticulous.

The dishes are very rich, there are four dishes and a soup. Among them, the braised pork is very conspicuous.

She likes this dish very much, and she basically orders it, but the taste is different, some good and some bad.

She ate a piece at will, and the familiar taste made her complexion.

The scent of magnolia flowers wafted from the distant past, instantly reminding her of that summer wrapped in warm wind.

She is the most naughty among the lay disciples of Master Songya.

Often sings the opposite.

Clear rules and precepts, but also often violated.

Finally, after walking out of the temple and eating a pheasant with the town's children, she was locked up by her master for three days. During this period, she could only eat one meal a day. Vegetarian food to no avail.

On the second day of the confinement, the master suddenly came to her and asked her to cook and deliver medicine to the nineteenth junior brother, which would save the one-day confinement period.

So, she agreed without hesitation.

Decoction and decoction are easy for her, but the way to go is a little long.

But she had given it a few times before, and she was very familiar with it.

Holding the hot medicine, he walked to the yard of the junior and junior brothers, the temperature of the medicine has dropped to the temperature that can be drunk directly.

That day, she saw the blindfolded junior brother outside the house.

He didn't move his chopsticks in front of the dishes on the table.

So, his housekeeper asked her to accompany her to eat.

She was starving at the time, and she didn't refuse, so she sat down to eat together.

At that time, Feng Xian was only nineteen years old, and there was still a hint of childishness on his face.

He couldn't see it, but he could accurately pick up a piece of braised pork and put it in her bowl.

"Little monk, eat more."

At that time, she looked at him fixedly and did not speak.

Then, he silently picked up his chopsticks and ate the piece of braised pork.

Fat and sweet, but not greasy at all, the proportions are just right.

"Little monk, how long have you been here?"

She looked at him for a while, then said, "More than six years."