Advise Qingshan

Of course Wen Xing didn't learn it!

He obviously has a quick memory and a quick mind to learn everything, but following Ye Jue's side, it's like being stuck in glue.

When Xianjun held his hand, he couldn't even tell whether the dough in his hand was round or flat, let alone learn Xianjun's movements.

—It was too close.

This distance far exceeds the limit that a normal master and apprentice should have. In addition to the temperature from the place where the skin is clasped, Wen Xing can even feel his shallow breath in his ear, and with the breath, Xianjun's chest is delicate. ups and downs.

Wen Xing even felt that if he still had hearing, he should be able to hear Ye Zhu's heartbeat.

——Fortunately, he couldn't hear, otherwise Xianjun's image of being cold and cold for many years might explode.

Ye Zhuo's heart beats wildly now.

After all, although Immortal Chongning talks a lot of nonsense and likes to flirt, he actually has no practical experience, and he is still a blank bronze if he really wants to get started.At this moment, he wanted to teach Wen Xing how to make noodles on a whim, but the moment he clasped his wrist, he failed.

He was very conflicted, on the one hand he didn't really want to let go, on the other hand he felt that by licking his old face like this, taking advantage of Wen Xing's respect and love for Xianjun, he was bullying him.Since he has such secret thoughts about Wen Xing, until he speaks clearly and gets a definite answer, he should keep a gentleman's distance.

So he reconciled in the midst of his mind wandering, and told him "There is nothing to do, you can go and play." He turned his head to boil water and wash the pot, pretending that he was really busy.

Wen Xing was stunned, pinching the edge of the basin with his fingers, not knowing what to do.

When other children hear the elders say to play, their first reaction should be to be happy. After all, it is interesting to lie on the ground in a daze without reading or doing homework.

When Wen Xing was young, the other young disciples in Xiaquan always had free time. When the teacher was on vacation, he would run down the mountain in a mighty way, eating candied haws and catching crickets, and the precocious ones went to Yihong Courtyard to see his sister. happy.

But Wen Xing didn't know very well what he should play when Xianjun asked him to play.

So he groped around and walked slowly along the table, trying to touch the water pot for watering the money grass, but he couldn't find the water pot, but he touched the rolling pin that Xianjun put aside to roll the noodles.

It was a thick and long wooden cylinder, and it was covered with greasy flour. Wen Xing held it blankly, and didn't realize what it was for.

Over there, Ye Zhuo had just thrown the green vegetables into the water to blanch, and in a blink of an eye, he saw Wen Xing pick up the rolling pin. , was about to fracture in minutes, he quickly swooped down and snatched the heavy "weapon" from the precious apprentice, and pushed Wen Xing aside

"Tell you to play, play something safe, don't play this."

Because of worry, Ye Zhu showed a trace of anxiety in his actions.

Wen Xing obviously misunderstood Xianjun's anxious intentions, and blinked, showing a point of bewilderment.

After all, Xianjun's things should not be touched casually without permission. He quickly apologized, "I'm sorry."

"Did I... move something that shouldn't be moved?"

Ye Zhuo thought, "Hey, there's nothing you shouldn't do here. If you want to play with it, I'll turn the rolling pin into building blocks for you to play with."

But this sentence is too long, and it is inconvenient to write, so he wrote concisely, "Don't touch this first."

He glanced left and right, but didn't see what else he could do for Wen Xing, so he pulled the ball of dough out of the basin and asked him, "Do you know dough people? Have you ever kneaded it?"

Wen Xing nodded, then shook his head again.

Yes, I have seen it before. When I go down the mountain to play, I often bring back some Erlang Zhenjun, Sun Wukong and so on.

But the appearance of the Chongning Immortal Lord has never been determined. The only evidence is the statue on the top of the White Prison, but the children will not think that is the Immortal Lord, they have to follow their own imagination.

The Chongning Xianjun imagined by young people is different from the old one on the top of the White Prison. In the eyes of young and enthusiastic young people, Xianjun is not a serious old man, he should be He is a chic and unrestrained guest in the world, with a frivolous sword flying to the sky, and thousands of troops avoiding white robes.

So the fairy faces they brought back were all extremely beautiful.

Wen Xing suddenly wanted to touch Xianjun's face.

However, this disrespectful thought only existed for a moment, and he calmed down obediently, and replied "No."

So Ye Zhuo wanted to teach him again.

He took a deep breath, ordinary children can watch and learn, but Wen Xing can't do it now, he can only hold Wen Xing's fingers together again, try not to think about it, and teach him

"Pinch it into a triangle to make an ear, and make a circle to shape it to make an eye..."

Xianjun's orthodox knowledge is not very good, but these street skills are beautiful. He was about to show his skills and sculpt carefully, when a smell suddenly came out of his nose.

His juicy green vegetables were burnt.

Ye Zhuo has always been very confident in his cooking skills. He thought that he has been in charge of cooking for more than [-] years, and such a tragedy has never happened. In order to avoid further embarrassment in front of his apprentice, he quickly said, "You find something to do, I will cook first .”

After he finished speaking, he pulled away to leave, Wen Xing tugged his sleeve, and quickly wrote, "But you have reconciled."

Ye Zhuo thought that he was afraid of wasting food and wanted to refuse, but he asked cautiously, "Can I... can I pinch?"

Ye Zhuo smiled immediately, and said, "Squeeze, pinch, pinch whatever you want."

While rolling up his sleeves to save the cabbage in the pot, he thought, "Kneading noodles is nothing, I can do it."

It's a pity that Xianjun talked a lot, Wen Xing couldn't hear it, he just waited quietly for a while, and when he was sure that Xianjun was busy, he quietly hugged the basin a little closer, with his back to Ye Jue, Start tinkering.

Ye Zhuo lost a handful of hair for his wilting xiaoqingcai, trying to save the only mistake in his cooking career, but in the end he declared that the rescue failed perfectly, and he could only secretly throw away the only failure in his chef career For the product, I changed to a plate of fried eggplant.

Wen Xing still turned his back to him, still tinkering with his face.

He didn't know what he was kneading, and he was hiding it tightly. Ye Zhu touched his back, and he was quick-witted, and snapped the dough in his hand back into the dough.

Ye Zhuo was very curious. When he looked at the wreckage of the person, the nose was not like the nose and the eyes were not like eyes. In short, he couldn't tell that he was ugly, so he could only ask Wen Xing

"what is this?"

Ye Zhuo abstracted a bit at the figure of the human figure, "Do you want to pinch a little pig?"

Wen Xing grabbed the hem of his clothes, hung his head and did not speak, and after a long time, he finally managed to say, "Mmmmmm."

Ye Zhu thought to himself that I can still see that I am really talented with such an abstraction.

He picked up the basin and put it aside, made a plate of hot water to wring his hands warmly, and wrote, "I'll play later, wash my hands and eat first."

Wen Xing couldn't sit still, his hands were pinched together, his eyelashes fluttered, and he just repeated "um...um."

He was so flustered that he didn't move his hands, Ye Jue naturally took his hand, put it in the water, and wiped his right hand with a towel.

In reality, Elder Xue Song’s fingers are slender and beautiful. Only one bone was dislocated and was not treated in time, leaving hidden wounds. If all five fingers were stretched out together, that one would be crooked. Wen Xing usually puts that hand in his sleeve Hidden so that no one else can see it.

The body in the dream is a pampered young master, his fingers are not touched by the spring water, and he has no calluses at all.

Ye Zhuo thought, "Whether it's the elder's one or this one, they're all very pretty."

He held it, and suddenly wanted to interlock his fingers.

However, his action of covering the towel seemed to frighten Wen Xing, his eyes widened suddenly, he hastily pulled his hand out of the basin, took two steps back, and shook off Ye Zhu's sleeve of water.

Ye Zhuo held the towel, "What? Did you get burned?"

Wen Xing was shy and tight, holding his right hand with his left hand helplessly, shrank aside, and refused to come over.

Ye Zhuo had no choice but to test the water temperature, dipped it suspiciously, and thought, "Isn't it hot?"

However, Wen Xing was a young master in his dream after all, and he was not the same as Ye Zhuo. He couldn't help worrying whether Wen Xing was really hot, so he took his hand, put it to his mouth, and blew a sigh of relief. Said, "It's okay, it's okay, it won't hurt if you blow it."

Wen Xing "!!!"

He seemed to have a fever, the cool wind blew over the small piece of flesh, but he felt that it was terribly hot, so he took a step back, fumbled for the door frame, and ran away without looking back.

Xianjun was still holding a towel in one hand, "What's the matter?"

He wondered, "Children's rebellious period?"

"But Wen Xing is no longer a child in the rebellious period."