Everybody wants to be my leg pendant

There is no doubt that the behavior of the city lord immediately aroused public outrage in the live broadcast room.

Shadow: "How can there be such a person wow!!! Shameless!!!"

Da Da always does not update: "The host's small shop is obviously open every day, he can come directly if he wants to eat... If he refuses to come to eat, it's fine, and forcibly steals the food prepared by the host... It's too much_(:з "∠)_"

I like you: "I beg the platform to fully open the transmission function, I will go to the host to set the sack of the city master (smile) (smile)"

Shen Qingyan stared at the empty long table in silence for a long time, then suddenly smiled.

"It's okay, it's just a few buns."

He said very calmly: "I just want to cook something else. Sometimes simple dishes taste better than complicated ones."

As he said that, Shen Qingyan turned around, took out a few strange melons with bumpy skins, and cut them up "scrambling" with his eyes downcast. Soon, the neatly sliced ​​bitter melons were piled up on the chopping board , like emerald rings inlaid with white jade.

When the blade is cut out, the white gourd and melon seeds inside are removed, leaving only the green melon flesh.

The slightly bitter scented juice slowly oozes out. Some viewers looked curiously at the never-before-seen melon, and tentatively asked Shen Qingyan:

"Anchor anchor, when will this dish be ready to eat?"

The smile on Shen Qingyan's face suddenly faded, and he said to the audience solemnly: "Never, never, don't, eat."

The audience in the live broadcast room: ...

Wei Mi: "...Is it my illusion, the aura of the anchor suddenly became so scary QAQ"

☆_★: "Se, trembling..."

"Don't blame me for not warning you." Shen Qingyan picked up the iron pot and put it on the stove, and said in a cold voice: "I declare in advance that if you have caused any irreparable mental trauma because you tasted this dish without authorization... "

"...That can only be done at your own peril."

Then everyone watched their anchor's face change for a second, as if nothing had happened, and regained that confident look, and said to Hong Wenming in a calm tone:

"Remember the hot pot you ate a few days ago?"

"of course I remember!!!"

Hong Wenming said without hesitation, "That taste, just thinking about it, makes your mouth water!"

Shen Qingyan nodded: "What I'm going to cook today is a dish somewhat similar to the hot pot that day."

"Because chili peppers are also used in this dish!"

Shen Qingyan spoke forcefully and authentically.

Immediately afterwards, he turned the stove together, heated up the oil pan, selected a few kinds of extremely invincible and explosively spicy chili peppers, sprinkled them into the smoking oil pan and fried them with a "wow", and suddenly there was an extremely strong spicy taste like It rises like a cloud.Hong Wenming, who was standing at the door, twitched his nose, and couldn't help but ran outside the door and sneezed loudly again.

"Ah Choo! Brother Shen, this chili is really—— Ah Choo! So spicy! Ah Choo!"

"As for chili, the hotter it is, the more fragrant it is."

Shen Qingyan stood very presciently in the golden hood that cut off the smoke, frying the peppers without any influence, and amidst Hong Wenming's thunderous sneeze, the old god said: "Junior Brother Hong, don't look at you choking at this moment!" It’s amazing, once you taste it after frying, you will know what it means to be unforgettable, what it means to be unable to stop, what it means to be painful and happy..."

As he said that, he poured the whole plate of bitter gourd into the pot, turned on the fire and fried it vigorously, and put it on the plate without even adding any salt.

The green bitter gourd lies in the red chili oil, the visual contrast is already amazing.Shen Qingyan still felt that it was not enough, so he took out some bottles and cans, and started to add things to the plate of stir-fried bitter gourd with chili.

"Anchor anchor... What is this you added to it now..."

"mustard."

"...Anchor, this juice you poured is...?"

"Huanglian twisted."

"...Anchor, you are now..."

"Sprinkle lotus seed cores into the bitter gourd."

Under the terrified gaze of everyone in the live broadcast room, Shen Qingyan lowered his head and worked for a long time before the plate of "food" he carefully cooked finally took shape.It looks quite attractive from the outside, but you can only smell the spicy aroma when you smell it, but if you have the courage to take a bite...

"Wow mom!!! Help me why am I so stupid... Who am I and where am I and why did I appear in this world... Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow to help me QAQQQ!!!"

"I am an ordinary viewer in the live broadcast room. The stupid mistake I just made is the luck of you all. Here I want to warn you with my last courage: Don't try it! Don't try it! Don't try it! !!"

Despite numerous warnings, curious viewers bravely put the dish to the test.Even the local tyrant didn't hold back, after he bravely took a sip, for the first time in history, he didn't give Shen Qingyan a reward, but suddenly disappeared mysteriously from the live broadcast room.

Faced with a situation that has never happened before, the audience couldn't help asking:

"Where is the local tyrant? Where did the local tyrant go..."

"...Did you get scared away by the dish made by the host..."

All kinds of speculations were in chaos, and after several minutes, the local tyrant appeared again in Shen Qingyan's live broadcast room. As soon as he appeared, he directly rewarded Shen Qingyan with a spiritual mountain.

"I couldn't bear to rinse my mouth just now..."

The local tyrant said that he seemed a little ashamed, but soon he said firmly:

"I can be sure that the dish made by the host is really powerful!!! Guaranteed that the city owner will like it :)"

Shen Qingyan smiled lightly, and said, "I think so too."

He straightened up, looked around vigilantly, and saw that there seemed to be no movement, so Shen Qingyan put down the plate and turned around, reaching out to grab something.It was too late and then fast, just when Shen Qingyan was about to turn his head away, he keenly heard a familiar voice coming from his ear——

"Whoosh!"

"He was fooled!!!!!!!!!"

The local tyrant excitedly pressed a long series of exclamation marks.

Shen Qingyan turned his head and found that the plate of stir-fried bitter gourd with peppers and countless seasonings on the table had disappeared out of thin air.

Seeing this, Hong Wenming couldn't help jumping up and cursing. In a few words, the eight hundred generations of the city lord's ancestors were involved. Shen Qingyan coughed lightly amidst his angry scolding, raised his index finger and booed him :

"Don't worry."

"...you wait first."

waiting?

What are you waiting for?

Hong Wenming was stunned for a few seconds, then rolled his eyes thoughtfully, pointed to the long table where the plates were placed just now, and mouthed to Shen Qingyan:

"Senior Brother Shen, are you..."

Shen Qingyan nodded with a smile, and said "shh" again.

With a secret sense of anticipation, the two of them, together with all the audience in the live broadcast room, silently pricked up their ears and waited quietly.

However, after about half a minute, there was still no movement. Just as Shen Qingyan was wondering if the city lord had not fallen into his trap, a deafening sound suddenly came from the tall and majestic city lord's mansion in the north of Guangping City. ——

"boom!!!"

The ground of the entire Guangping City suddenly sank downwards! !

The originally peaceful South 23rd Lane suddenly became chaotic. Many people ran out of their shops, looked around blankly, and asked chaotically:

"What happened?"

"Did something happen to the City Lord's Mansion..."

...In this chaos, only Shen Qingyan stood motionless in the kitchen.

"He finally ate."

Shen Qingyan said firmly.

Calming Hong Wenming who was a little flustered with his eyes, Shen Qingyan walked to the door of the shop a few steps, looked at the alley and waited for a while. Sure enough, after a while, the city guards hurried over.

The city guards who patrol around the city lord's mansion all the year round are led by the city guard named Ning Meng. They come all the way from the alley to Shen Qingyan's small shop. The housekeeper who once had a relationship with everyone also followed the team middle.

When he was about to reach the entrance of the small shop, the butler stepped up a few steps, rushed to Shen Qingyan first, stopped the city guards behind him with a wave of his hand, stepped forward and pulled Shen Qingyan into the shop involuntarily, and then took a deep breath, He lowered his head and said respectfully:

"Mr. Shen, the city lord sent me to tell you that he was wrong."

"Oh? Where did he go wrong?"

Shen Qingyan narrowed her eyes, not at all moved by the butler's deliberately lowered posture.

The housekeeper held back for a while, finally gave up struggling, and said in a low voice:

"The city lord, he made a mistake in taking things without warning. He sneakily stole things from your kitchen..."

Shen Qingyan gave a resounding "tsk": "So he still knows that is called stealing?"

"That... the city lord, he stole your things...but he didn't eat much..." The steward wrinkled his face and said with a complicated expression: "The city lord, he just likes to see you get angry when things are stolen... ..."

Shen Qingyan: ...

"I'm afraid this person is sick??? Is he a child?? If you like to see others angry, then steal their things?? Then I like to watch him cry, can I go up and beat him up now? ???"

Hong Wenming next to him couldn't help but said.

Although he knew that the other party was a member of the powerful city lord's mansion, Hong Wenming still couldn't bear the anger in his heart: as long as he thought of how much those stolen things could have been sold for, Hong Wenming felt his heart dripping. Blood.

He didn't care if the people outside could hear him, he just stared at the butler and shouted indignantly:

"Is there any mistake? You are the city lord's mansion, the lord of a city, how can you be so shameless?? We are opening a shop to do business! We have our own lives to live!"

"You've been stealing from us for so long, and now you're running over to apologize empty-handedly, ah, you're going to be done? What about the spirit stone? What about the spirit stone you owe us?!"

"You have to pay for stealing things. Don't tell me you don't know! Let alone selling our stolen things, even if we only count the cost of materials, the sum of all kinds of things is quite a lot, right? Now you say I'm sorry and I'm going to finish the job? I tell you it's impossible! Do you want us to forgive? Bring the spirit stone first!"

The housekeeper was usually regarded as aloof in Guangping City, but now he was trained like a grandson by Hong Wenming, but he was obedient and did not dare to say anything more.

After Hong Wenming finished cursing, the butler turned his head to look at Shen Qingyan. Seeing that Shen Qingyan didn't refute from the beginning to the end, and his expression was quite cold, he gritted his teeth and explained in a low voice:

"...Actually, the city lord has calculated the price of the things that were stolen. In order to prevent misjudgment, the original price has been calculated at least three times higher..."

"Since it's over, what about the money?" Hong Wenming glanced at Shen Qingyan, and seeing that he had no objection, he swaggered and stretched out his hand towards the butler: "Quickly, quickly, bring the spirit stones you calculated!"

"Where is the Lingshi... We have already paid for it."

The housekeeper groaned for a while, then said in a low voice.

Hong Wenming raised his eyebrows high.

He asked unceremoniously: "Have you lost it? Where's the money? Why didn't I see it?!"

"There are customers coming and going in this small shop, and I am the only one who is responsible for the checkout and settlement of the money. Every day when the shop is closed, I check carefully. There is no more than one piece of Lingshi in the account. When did you I came to pay for the money, why didn’t I, who is responsible for collecting the bill, not even see a spirit stone? Could it be that when your city lord went to the kitchen to steal something, he took the spirit stone and hid it in the kitchen?”

Saying this, Hong Wenming turned around and went to the kitchen, pretending to go to the kitchen to find the non-existent spirit stone.

Seeing this, the steward quickly grabbed him, and hurriedly said:

"Don't, don't! You two listen to me first!"

"That...the thing is like this..."

The housekeeper gritted his teeth, and asked Shen Qingyan cautiously: "Mr. Shen, do you still remember that you had a conflict with the Canghua faction before, and the Canghua faction wanted to force you to get married?"

"I was almost forced to marry your city lord. It's so easy for me to forget."

Shen Qingyan smiled ironically at him.

The butler shrank his neck and hesitated for a while whether to find a place for his city lord. In the end, he lowered his eyes halfway, pretending that nothing happened, and muttered:

"This...that... You should have heard of it before? Not long after your incident happened, our city lord sent people to the vicinity of the Canghua Sect. Anyone who is willing to leave the Canghua Sect will be sent Lingshi, and the matter of escorting him to another sect for free..."

Shen Qingyan frowned: "I've heard of it, but what does this have to do with you stealing things?"

"That...this..."

The housekeeper started to vomit again, and when he found that Shen Qingyan seemed to be a little impatient, he became cruel and said bluntly:

"The money that our city lord lost at that time was all in your name... That is to say, the spirit stones we used to compensate those disciples were all obtained from the spirit stones that the city lord stole from you... ...The city lord said that since you don't like the Canghua Sect, then he uses your spirit stone to dig the corner of the Canghua Sect, so you must be very willing?"

"So, the city lord has indeed stolen things, but he has indeed lost the money that was paid to you..."

Shen Qingyan: ...

Hong Wenming: ...

The audience in the live broadcast room: ...

Daofa Hengchang was shocked: "Fuck! Is this a compensation??? Is this a compensation??"

The Triceratops Red Dragon was also shocked: "Is there any mistake! The city owner himself was quarreled by the Canghua faction, right? He even used the euphemistic name to compensate the anchor, I don't believe he didn't mean to vent his anger at all... ..."

The local tyrant even sent another red envelope with a password, brushing up in the live broadcast room, "I have never seen such a brazen person!!!!!!"

Hong Wenming pointed at the butler's nose and trembled all over. He didn't know what to say for a while, Shen Qingyan sighed softly, and raised his hand to signal Hong Wenming to get out of the way.

Hong Wenming took a step back, Shen Qingyan walked to the front, and looked at the housekeeper.

"Are you sure this is what the city lord himself meant?"

He asked with a smile. Seeing that Shen Qingyan didn't seem to be angry, the steward quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and said calmly, "Yes, this is indeed what the city lord himself meant."

"it is good."

Shen Qingyan nodded: "In that case, please give me a word for the city lord."

"Oh? Please tell me!" The housekeeper's eyes lit up.

He looked at Shen Qingyan expectantly, but seeing Shen Qingyan's expression turned cold, he said in a crisp and cold voice:

"roll!"

The tables, chairs and benches in the store lit up with a splash, forming an insurmountable high wall, surrounded from all directions, squeezing the butler tightly, lifting him from the ground, and forcing him out of the store .

With a bang, the door of the shop was slammed shut.

The butler was thrown outside in front of the whole alley, which was supposed to be a big loss of face, but he didn't care about it at all, he just threw himself in front of the shop door and shouted into the door in a low voice:

"Shopkeeper, if you are dissatisfied, we can talk slowly... You should do something anyway... The city lord has been rinsing his mouth all the time! He said that the smell can't be removed at all..."

Hong Wenming sneered, walked to the door and shouted to the housekeeper, "It sounds like the city owner is very pitiful, but do you know what I just want to say to you after hearing this?"

"—Live! Deserve!"

The butler led the city guards away in a desperate manner.

Shen Qingyan went into the kitchen again and started cooking leisurely.

The freshly peeled garlic is mashed into mince, and the ruddy southern milk is gently crushed in a bowl, sprinkled with white sugar and fine five-spice powder, and then poured in a large spoonful of fermented bean curd juice, cooking wine and oyster sauce. The sauce is gradually homogenized with slow and vigorous stirring.

Shen Qingyan put down the bowl, and took a piece of fat and thin plum blossom meat.

The reason why plum blossom meat is called "plum blossom" is because it is fat, thin and palatable, and the meat is fresh and tender. The slender white fat interweaves vertically and horizontally on the bright red lean meat, and the outline of the shape looks like a five-petal plum blossom.

Shen Qingyan washed and dried this piece of plum meat, cut it into thick slices, dipped it in the sauce and let it marinate, then went to do other things on his own.

Shen Qingyan didn't turn on the stove until the meat was about to be marinated until it tasted delicious. A short iron plate was set up on the fire, and an iron pot was placed on the other stove eye, and the solidified white lumps of maltose were thrown away. Into the pot, it quickly melted into a sticky syrup.

The orange-yellow maltose was served in a large bowl, mixed with water and slowly stirred evenly. Shen Qingyan added a small spoonful of honey to it, took a sip, and the honey almost entered his heart.

Seven: "Anchor... the dishes you cook this time will not be some kind of trap QAQ..."

Lazy Cancer Syndrome Stubborn: "It looks delicious... it's made to comfort us qwq"

"Yes."

Shen Qingyan smiled slightly: "The city lord has just been tricked once, and he probably won't come again for a while. I took the opportunity to cook you some delicious food, which can be regarded as a celebration. I finally let that bastard suffer for a while."

There was a burst of cheers in the live broadcast room.

Shen Qingyan shook his head with a smile, and found that the iron plate was already hot, so he turned around and picked up the marinated meat, carefully brushed a layer of sugar water on it, put it on the baking plate and quietly roasted it.

"Whoo, whoo, whoo..."

With a slight sound, the color of the meat slices gradually turned brown.While brushing the meat slices with sugar water, Shen Qingyan stretched out his long chopsticks to turn them over from time to time. Gradually, both sides of the char siew pork turned bright red and attractive.

The tangy aroma rises, with a cloying sweetness, and a hint of burnt aroma of barbecue, which is simply haunting and tantalizing, making the gluttons in the belly eager to move.

Standing at the door, Hong Wenming stretched his neck and looked into the kitchen. His eyes didn't blink, but his Adam's apple moved occasionally—it was because he swallowed another big mouthful of saliva.

Shen Qingyan put the grilled barbecued pork on the plate, looked around vigilantly, and made sure that no talisman bird would come to make a surprise attack, then he was relieved a little, and waved to Hong Wenming:

"Come on, I'll give you a few pieces to try."

"Thank you, Senior Brother Shen!"

Hong Wenming was overjoyed, and quickly picked up a piece with his chopsticks. After taking a bite carefully, his eyes immediately shone with happiness.

"It's delicious..."

His voice was almost like a dream.

"The skin is browned and slightly crispy, the inside is soft and juicy, fat but not greasy, the outside is crispy and the inside is tender... Once you bite into it, the sweet aroma can almost overflow from the bones!"

As Hong Wenming said, he couldn't help but pick up another piece, but he stopped in the middle of eating, reluctant to eat the whole piece of meat immediately.Hong Wenming carefully held it in his mouth, chewing slowly mouthful after mouthful, hoping that this delicious taste would stay in his mouth longer, longer...

Shen Qingyan couldn't help laughing dumbfoundedly. He shook his head, picked up a few pieces of grilled char siu with honey sauce and put them on the plate, handed them to Hong Wenming and said, "Go and eat it. If you really like it, I'll make another one for you tonight." A bowl of barbecued pork rice."

"Okay! Brother Shen, you are such a good person!!!"

Hong Wenming said from the bottom of his heart, and went with the char siew in gratitude.

Shen Qingyan stayed in the kitchen and roasted some char siu, put them into two plates respectively, and was telling the audience to eat it while it was hot, when he suddenly heard a light knock on the door.

"Who?"

Hong Wenming's voice sounded from outside, followed by the creak of the door opening—Hong Wenming froze the moment the door opened. After a while, he turned around and strode into the kitchen, pointing at the door with a complicated expression. Said to Shen Qingyan:

"Shen, senior brother Shen... outside the door... that... um... the city lord..."

"I've come to apologize to you."

A magnetic voice interrupted his words.

Zhao Guangping, the lord of Guangping City, came in from the night of South 23rd Lane without invitation, and his long blue robes fluttered around him, as elegant as clouds and as quiet as flowing water.

He stood in front of Shen Qingyan, his beautiful peach eyes blinked lightly, they were still so affectionate and sparkling.

"I'm sorry, I made you angry before, I'm really sorry."

The city lord said that his silver hair poured on the plain blue clothes, like the flowing moonlight.

Shen Qingyan squinted at him for a long time, then suddenly sneered.

"You're only sorry for making me angry, but not for stealing from me?"

"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

The city lord asked back, and before Shen Qingyan could answer the question, he said to himself: "Of course I'm very sorry for the lie, I regret it very much, and I will definitely not do it again next time..."

"The truth?"

Shen Qingyan raised his eyebrows, the city lord stopped talking, looked at him and smiled, like three thousand peach blossoms in full bloom, so glamorous and heart-shattering.

"The truth is... I really like seeing you angry."

The city lord said softly: "When I sleep every day, my spiritual consciousness will unconsciously spread and extend to the entire Guangping City. I know everything that happens here, everyone who comes in and out... I have seen many men and women, old and young, but none of them are like you."

He looked at Shen Qingyan, his dark eyes were as deep as a pool of water: "You—you have always been unique."

"I don't know why... You are young next year, but your character seems to be too mature... When you are mature enough that your emotions will hardly fluctuate, and when you are mature enough to enter the realm of harmony between man and nature, it will be a matter of course. Nothing seems to make you angry, can't make you angry, can't make you drop your gentle and indifferent shell..."

"Even if the Canghua sect bullied you and humiliated you like that, your mood doesn't seem to fluctuate much."

"...but I can."

The city lord looked at Shen Qingyan, his eyes sparkled, and he could almost be said to be proud: "I can make you angry, I can make you angry, I can make you more like a living young man, not What kind of paper-like 'person' is as plain as boiled water..."

He leaned over with a slight smile, and whispered to Shen Qingyan:

"You know what? You really come alive when you're angry."

"……I love so much."

The city lord's voice was almost a whisper.

Shen Qingyan stared at him, and slowly "tsk".

"If this is your apology, then this apology is really insincere."

The city owner smiled: "No, this is not an apology, it's just an explanation."

"After explaining to me... I will continue to work hard."

"Work hard for what? Try hard to make me angry?" Shen Qingyan asked coldly, but the city lord nodded without any hesitation, without any sign of embarrassment.

"I will steal from you, you can try to set a trap for me, just like today..."

The city lord said, but actually laughed: "I think this is quite fun."

"—don't even want to sleep."

Shen Qingyan: ...

Ye Qing: "What the hell is it that he doesn't want to sleep?? Could it be that he slept just because he was bored... Now he suddenly found the new joy of flirting with the anchor??"

No regrets: "A kind of sense of sight of a child chasing a girl...#我想你我就把你您#...Please! You are already six hundred years old, the city lord!! You are not suitable for this kind of children's tricks Alright!!!"

Bastard natural roll: "But he looks good (star-eyed)"

A local tyrant who did not want to be named: "...you can do whatever you want if you are good-looking!!! No!! I am a local tyrant!!! The local tyrant is the one who grew up with the anchor!!! Compared with the local tyrant, the city lord is just a Skyfall!!!"

Bao Baoxuan: "The picture upstairs, don't you know that now the Tianxiang Department generally hangs childhood sweethearts?"

Xuanjiji: "However, local tyrants are not just childhood sweethearts, local tyrants also have money!"

Centre: "What's wrong with having money? Can you do whatever you want if you have money???"

Da Da always does not update: "If you can't have money, can you just have beauty?! It's a double standard!"

In the barrage, the local tyrant party and the city owner's party were fighting instantly, and the two sides were pinched together. At this time, the city owner took out a Qiankun bag and lightly threw it to Shen Qingyan. Looking at him, he smiled and said:

"I owe you the previous spirit stones. Now I'm going to be your customer in your store. I wonder if it's okay to buy some food?"

Shen Qingyan stared at him for a long time, then raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Wait."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked into the kitchen, and quickly brought out a plate of hot char siew in honey sauce, and placed it in front of the city lord.

The city lord didn't find a place to sit, and stood directly by the window sill, took a pair of bamboo chopsticks from the table next to him, and prepared to grab a piece of tempting char siu pork.Unexpectedly, just as his chopsticks stretched forward, before even touching the bright red skin of the char siew, the whole plate of honey sauce char siu disappeared silently in the blink of an eye! ! !

Santo:! ! !

"what's the situation?!"

He held the empty plate in a daze, and shook it lightly in disbelief, but all he saw was the empty bottom of the plate, reflecting the moonlight above his head indifferently...

And in Shen Qingyan's live broadcast room, the local tyrant finally showed his face and sent out a smiling expression.

"The war has begun, you provoked me first, the Lord of Guangping City."

"—You are not kind, I am not righteous:)"

The author has something to say: Thanks to Mojiu and Chen Ben Kuangsheng X for feeding mines~

Thanks to Zuo Tong, Measana, Liuli, Mrs. Bai, I am a haha, time is fragile, I am lucky to have the rest of my life to know old people, Xue Wu Qingsi, [email protected] watered nutrient solution~

I went to the hospital today, so it was late to make up the update. I updated the thick and long bacteria to compensate...

The second update will be around 12 o'clock in the evening~

Thank you for your relationship, I really love you _(:з」∠)_

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