Being able to farm: starting from moving to the village and picking up furry

By splashing water, Xia Qingyu's supernatural power moved slightly, controlling the flow of water and extinguishing all the flames on Zhou Yan's blue robe.

The sound of dripping water was heard, dripping, and the water mixed with mud flowed on the kitchen floor, covering up the ghostly symbols drawn by Xia Qingyu.

"Sorry, didn't mean to do that."

Seeing that the young Taoist priest had his back to him, Xia Qingyu didn't care too much and just poured a bucket of water over him.

Who would have thought that the other person was so fast. The moment she splashed the water, he stood up and ran towards the water tank.

Then, as luck would have it, the water splashed by Xia Qingyu poured directly onto him from the front.

Zhou Yan blinked, and he looked like a fool, staring at Xia Qingyu in a daze.

He originally reached out to grab the ladle, but failed. The cold water hit his face, and he paused, his hand frozen in mid-air.

Suddenly, Zhou Yan opened his eyes wide, pulled back his hands, and held his head and screamed. "Ahhhhhhh!"

The sudden scream made Xia Qingyu's eardrum hurt. She knew that Zhou Yan in front of her was invited by Mr. Li.

As a guest, his clothes were burned, although he didn't notice it himself, and he was drenched in cold water, looking a little disheveled.

Zhou Yan's shout rang out in the unusually quiet kitchen, drowning out the crackling sound of burning firewood.

Huang, who wanted to shout for help, opened her mouth wide but couldn't make a sound for a long time.

Seeing Xia Qingyu pouring water to put out the fire on Zhou Yan, he stood there in a daze, not able to come back to his senses.

Frightened by the sudden scream, Shen Qingqing and the others seemed to be strangled by something around their necks. They did not move at all and were as quiet as chickens.

The noise in the kitchen was also seen by Old Lady Li and others who walked into the yard, and they all stopped.

The person behind didn't notice and bumped into the back of the person in front.

"Hiss." Li Yanqi touched his nose and gasped in pain.

There were also several inhalation sounds in front of him, which sounded simultaneously.

"Sigh~"

Li Yanchuan followed in and found that his mother stopped and looked towards the kitchen.

He looked over himself, and then his mouth opened into a circle.

"Master Zhou?! What are you doing..."

Mr. Li and his wife almost popped their eyes out. How come the young Taoist priest became like this in just a short while?

Old Mrs. Li's heart skipped a beat, wondering why Qingyu was carrying a bucket and a ladle.

Could it be that Master Zhou was here to cause trouble for Qingyu as well? And then Qingyu poured cold water on him?

After reacting, Mr. Li hurriedly picked up a clean towel and rushed into the kitchen.

The others craned their necks and looked towards the source of the sound. "What's wrong? What happened?"

"It's okay." Seeing her old man rushing to the kitchen, Mrs. Li calmed herself down.

She turned around and used her arm to wake her stunned son up.

Brothers Li Yanchuan and Li Yanqi didn't know what happened in the kitchen, so they came over to greet everyone and stopped them from going to the kitchen.

Hearing Zhou Yan's roar, Xia Qingyu held his forehead with his hand. He couldn't blame anyone. There was really nothing he could do.

Seeing Shen Qingqing and the others standing there like wooden sticks, Xia Qingyu reminded, "Third sister-in-law, the amaranth egg pancake is almost burnt."

Hearing this, Shen Qingqing turned around quickly, picked up the spatula and started flipping the pancakes in the pan without any mercy.

Mr. Li rushed over and subconsciously stood in front of Xia Qingyu. Just as he was about to hand the handkerchief to Zhou Yan, he saw the person in front of him disappear instantly.

He was stunned, and in the blink of an eye he found that the young Taoist priest was already squatting next to the stove.

Mr. Li suppressed the many questions in his mind, swallowed his saliva, and handed over the handkerchief.

"Master Zhou, let me wipe it for you with my handkerchief."

Ignoring himself, Zhou Yan's mind was now filled with the painting ruined by water, and he reached out to wipe the water off the ground.

While grabbing randomly, he kept muttering, "It's over, it's over!"

The sound seemed to be amplified countless times. Just by hearing it, one could tell how heartbroken the person involved was, and it scared everyone outside the yard.

The villagers who came to help looked at each other, becoming even more curious about what had happened.

Xia Qingyu saw that Mr. Li had his back to her and gestured to her to leave first.

The corners of her lips curled up slightly, knowing what the old man meant. Shen Qingqing and the others beside her also looked worried.

She didn't leave, but took a step forward.

Seeing Zhou Yan squatting on the ground looking for something, Xia Qingyu didn't know what he had left behind, so she walked over and said, "What are you looking for? I'll help you find it."

Hey, Qingyu, why are you still coming closer?

Shen Qingqing was anxious. She was frightened and her hands were weak and she had no strength left.

Now, seeing Xia Qingyu coming over, he became uneasy and frightened, and couldn't even hold the spatula in his hand steadily.

With a "clang", the spatula fell into the iron pot.

Hearing the noise, the people outside the yard began to whisper to each other and became even more curious.

The kitchen was messy at one moment and quiet as a chicken at another, just like a bug stretching out its tentacles to tickle their hearts, making them itchy to stick their heads out to take a look.

I stood on tiptoe and didn't see anything, but just by listening from outside, I felt that there was chaos inside.

If it weren't for Mrs. Li and her sons blocking the way, they would have rushed to the kitchen to see what was going on.

Shen Qingqing hurriedly reached out to take it, but she was very nervous.

In addition, my hands were weak and I couldn't get the spatula out. I became even more nervous, and the more nervous I became, the harder it was to hold the spatula.

Zhu Ping'an, who was standing next to him, had his eyelids twitching along with Shen Qingqing's movements.

Finally, she couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so she said helplessly, "Third sister-in-law, I'll do it."

Zhu Ping'an went over to grab the spatula, but her hands were too weak and she couldn't muster any strength for several attempts. Finally, she managed to grab it.

After looking at the anxious Shen Qingqing, they both breathed a sigh of relief, and Zhu Pingan handed the spatula to Shen Qingqing.

The next second, his feet stepped on the water on the ground with a splash, and Zhu Ping'an lost his balance and fell to the ground with his butt.

Her face froze and she found the spatula in her hand flew out of her hand and she couldn't grab anything to steady herself.

Shen Qingqing was also stunned and wanted to reach out to help, but it was too late.

Oh my god, what a sin. What should I do if this hits the guests?

Below them were Xia Qingyu and Zhou Yan squatting on the ground. If anyone fell down, they would definitely hit someone.

There was also the flying spatula, which flew upwards, hit something on the kitchen, and then began to fall down. Needless to say, it would definitely hit someone.

Mr. Li's mouth twitched. He wanted to go forward to help, but found that he was several steps away and it was too late. He could only watch.

Shen Qingqing subconsciously covered her face, not daring to see what would happen next.

Ever since the young Taoist priest came in, they have been frightened.

Then the young Taoist priest's clothes caught fire, and Qingyu poured cold water on them to put out the fire. Now this happened again, one after another.

Xia Qingyu, who was squatting on the ground, heard the sound of his feet slipping in the mud. He stood up without looking and quickly caught Zhu Ping'an who was falling down.

"Ah!" With his eyes closed, Zhu Ping'an thought he was going to fall to the ground, but then he found that he was fine.

"Qingyu?" She looked up at Xia Qingyu and was stunned. She found that Qingyu was not in a hurry and quickly helped her stand up.

He used his other hand to grab the spatula that was falling from the sky to prevent it from hitting Zhou Yan who was squatting, but he found that another hand had already grabbed it.

Looking up at Zhou Yan reaching his hand up, Xia Qingyu was not surprised. Then she heard a heart-wrenching voice repeating, "It's over."

There was still mud on his hands, but Zhou Yan pretended not to notice and handed the spatula in his hand to the stunned Shen Qingqing.

"this is for you."

Holding the spatula, Shen Qingqing felt it was a little heavy, so she quickly held it tightly with both hands, afraid that it would fall again.

After Zhou Yan finished speaking, he squatted on the ground again, holding his head and muttering to himself.

Xia Qingyu: “…”