[Comprehensive Master Chu Liuxiang Mobile Games] The Taoist priest is crossing

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"Oh my god, the Taoist priest's craftsmanship is so good!" Song Tian'er exclaimed in surprise after tasting Chu Liuxiang's sweet and sour pork ribs tentatively.

Yan Qingping, who was standing beside serving soup, smiled when he heard this.His cooking skills were not that good at first, but in the past few years, in order to feed Fang Siming, he worked hard to practice his cooking skills. Because Fang Siming didn't like vegetables, Yan Qingping almost broke his head, so he came up with something that Fang Siming was willing to serve. Chopsticks for vegetarian dishes.

Although, even so, Fang Siming is still addicted to meat and cannot extricate himself.

"Well, it's fat but not greasy, fragrant and delicious. The taste of this Dongpo meat is really excellent. With this dish alone, the Taoist priest has already compared to the chef on the first floor of the capital." Chu Liuxiang stared at the plate The Dongpo meat is full of color, flavor and taste, and I sigh with satisfaction after tasting it.

Fang Siming, who was sitting on the side poking the vegetables in his bowl, raised his eyes and snorted proudly.

That is.The cooking method of Dongpo pork was taught to the little idiot by Tanhua Lang Fan Wenliang who was obsessed with raising pigs. In this respect, the level of the little idiot can be said to be unparalleled in this world.

"Has the Taoist priest ever practiced vegetarian dishes?" Li Hongxiu liked the simplest vegetable tofu dish very much.It is obviously the lightest and most vegetarian, but the taste is delicious and crisp, and there is a lingering fragrance in the mouth after eating.

"It was discovered by the red-sleeve girl, because someone doesn't like vegetables, so Pindao has put some effort into this." Putting the last bowl of winter melon minced meat soup in front of him, Yan Qingping took out a bowl behind him like a magician. Big jar of wine.

"You don't want to dislike the Baihua Niang made by Pindao himself. The wine is relatively soft, so you ladies can drink it at ease." He patted the Kaifeng, and the strong aroma of the wine permeated the entire small courtyard.

Pour amber wine into the wine cups in front of everyone, Yan Qingping's eyes flashed with nostalgia.This is exactly the wine made from the chrysanthemums he picked all over the building when he saw Huamanlou at the beginning of the year. They drank the rest one after another in the past few years, and only this jar is left in his hand. ——This was snatched back from Lu Xiaofeng who stole the wine.

After pouring the last one for himself, he hesitated for a moment, then poured half of it into an empty wine cup, and pushed it in front of Fang Siming who was staring at him quietly: "...just this one."

Fang Siming began to feel that his small size was getting in the way again.Can't drink, don't talk, eat less...

"The Taoist priest is really talented." Su Rongrong sniffed the aroma of the wine and smiled, "Martial arts, medicine, wine making and cooking, there must be a lot that we don't know."

"Don't praise and kill poor Taoists, there are still many poor ones who don't know how to do it." Yan Qingping laughed, pulled up his clothes and sat down on the main seat, and raised his wine cup: "The moonlight is very beautiful tonight, and it is a happy event to meet you all." Pile, let's have a drink. Cheers."

"Haha, the Taoist priest is a foreigner, do it!" Chu Liuxiang raised the wine cup.The fly in the ointment tonight is that Black Pearl is gone—her green-bearded general asked her to go back to preside over affairs, and she had no choice but to leave in a hurry in the afternoon.

Chu Liuxiang really likes the Dao Priests, one big and one small, with super good looks now.Not because of anything else, but because they naturally included the three girls in the table, as if it was a matter of course.

But it's not like this, you know, how biased the world is towards women.Chu Liuxiang sympathized with women and respected them.But he knew that most people were different from him.He is the outlier.

But now, he met someone like him again.

When floating a big white!

He smiled brightly and drank the wine in his glass.The strong and lingering aroma filled his entire mouth gently but could not be rejected, and then permeated from it, quickly occupying his nerves.At the moment when the wine slipped into his throat, Chu Liuxiang felt as if he was suddenly in a sea of ​​flowers, and the gentle aroma surrounded his soul, transcending reality.

But after the wine flowed down the esophagus into his stomach, he returned to the world from the fairyland.

"Good wine!"

Fang Siming almost wanted to roll his eyes - what you drank was my wine!mine!

It's almost midnight for a meal.Fang Siming was too restricted by his body, and he had just been poisoned, so he started nodding a long time ago.His small body was leaning against Yan Qingping, his eyelids were uncontrollably closed, and his little head was moving little by little.

Yan Qingping felt sorry for his little Siming, so he signaled to Chu Liuxiang: "Brother Chu, go on, Pindao will send Siming back first."

"It's almost there. We agreed to go to Yongcui Villa tomorrow morning. That's it. Thank you, Taoist priest, for your hospitality." Chu Liuxiang also saw Fang Xiaoming's situation, and said softly.

"Let's go, Daoist, let us clean up here, we can't just eat and do nothing." Song Tian'er said.She was a little dizzy, but not drunk yet.

"Just leave it alone, and ask Xiaoer to clean it up tomorrow." Yan Qingping nodded apologetically, then gently picked up Fang Xiaoming and walked into the house.

Fang Siming was familiar with his breath, closed his eyes and fell asleep unpreparedly, his small face was still rubbing against the clothes on his chest, and his ruddy mouth even clicked.

Yan Qingping felt a long arrow piercing straight into his heart.His face turned red strangely... Dao Ancestor, why is he so good-looking!

No, calm down, start in three years!

"Siming, Siming, get up and rinse your mouth before going to bed." The Taoist priest sat on the chair and gently coaxed him with a glass of water.

Fang Xiaoming, who was nestled in his arms, opened his dazed golden pupils in a daze.He took a sip from the cup that the priest brought to his mouth, rinsed his mouth obediently, and spat out the saliva.

After finishing, he adjusted himself to a comfortable position, and fell asleep in the arms of the priest.

Daoist pursed his lips, carried the child back, and returned to the bedroom.Gently posing as Xiaoming Xia, and lightly taking off his coat, Yan Qingping had a bold idea in his heart.

Well... Anyway, I am Fang Xiaoming's parent now.

Maybe it's really drunk and cowardly.Yan Qingping finished washing at the fastest speed in his life, changed into a comfortable nightgown, and then returned to Fang Siming's room.

Fang Xiaoming was trapped in a small ball under the quilt, sleeping soundly.

Yan Qingping spread out another quilt beside him, and lay down in it contentedly.

Closing his eyes, a second before he lost consciousness, he suddenly thought - this is sharing the same bed!

The next day.

The morning sun mischievously came in through the cracks in the curtains, illuminating the scene inside the house clearly.

I don't know how the two of them slept last night. Before going to sleep, the Daoist obviously had a pillow for each of them and a quilt for each of them.But now, Taoist priest was lying on his back, his nightgown slipped away somehow, revealing a firm and fair chest.Fang Xiaoming's pillow had slipped and fell to the ground, and half of the quilt had slipped down along with it.He had already left his position, and he was nestled on the Taoist priest's stomach, curled up into a small ball like a cat, sleeping comfortably with each breath.The quilt that could only cover the Taoist priest's lower body just covered him, only a small head was exposed.Daoist Chang's two hands outside the quilt protected him through the quilt. He put one small hand under his head, and the other stretched in through the wide-open nightgown, and hugged Daochang's thin body tightly. waist.

Fang Siming was the first to wake up.

His snow-white eyelashes trembled, and he only felt that he was lying on a comfortable cushion, and the warm and elastic touch under his hands was wonderful.He touched the smooth place greedily, and outlined the beautiful shape of the muscles.

……Um?

muscle?

His little hands froze, and he opened his eyes abruptly.The golden pupils were clear, without the daze of just waking up.

The memory of being coaxed by the Taoist priest to wash his mouth last night came to mind, Fang Siming pursed his lips, and climbed off the Taoist priest carefully.

Why did the little idiot suddenly become bold last night?

Could it be because he became too young, he suddenly awakened the heart of a loving father... Thinking of Yan Qingping's treatment of Ximen Junxuan before, Fang Siming felt that he was the truth.

He picked up all the pillows and quilts with a guilty conscience, pretended that nothing happened, and then started to poke Yan Qingping.

"Little idiot, wake up, aren't you going to Yongcui Villa? Little idiot? Yun'an?"

Yan Qingping opened his eyes in a daze.

"... Siming?"

"Well. Get up, what time is it?" Fang Siming gave him a disgusted look.

"Okay." Yan Qingping blinked a little sluggishly, and flipped through the pages.Oh, he drank and dared to sleep with Fang Siming yesterday.But it seems that he is not angry?

Looking at Fang Xiaoming who ran into the bathroom by himself, Yan Qingping realized that Fang Siming didn't ask him why he slept here.

... It's better not to ask.

He stretched himself and got up in a good mood.

Well, I'm going to make breakfast for Siming!

The author has something to say: Hmm... I was supposed to write about them breaking into Yongcui Villa.

I see that you all want me to add more...

I tried hard and found that I couldn't do it.

If you can't do it...you can give me chewing gum.

Hey hey hey.

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But I can't beat it! ! !

I feel that Saibei’s new plot is useless except for a mouthful of chivalrous glass candy... If this is the case, Zhu Wengui can run away... I have to talk about it!well!Brother Mu Qiming, you beat me so hard, why can't you give Jiang Shu a good beat? !Just let him take Zhu Wengui away easily? !Anyway, leave Mingming for me...

Ugh……

Fortunately, there was a mouthful of Xiaming candy to save me.

"I am doomed to walk in the dark all my life, but you belong to the light."

"This medicine will make you gradually lose consciousness and die in your sleep... This is the last thing I can do for you."

"I... Am I dead? Fang Siming... Xiangshuai..."

"This poisoning won't kill you, it just makes you unconscious for a while."

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