I became the pet of the Celestial Masters by cooking

When Zhang Dongmu and Yin Tangfeng arrived, Fang Junxin was checking Sun Bing's pulse.

Standing behind him, Tong Shangyan saw the two coming in, so he gave up a little space for the two seniors, and said, "I have already asked the children to inform the other senior seniors in charge."

When Sun Bingban woke up, he happened to be eating snacks in the yard with Zhao Youruo and a few children. Seeing the disciple who took care of Sun Bingban come out of the room excitedly, Tong Shangyan immediately ordered Zhao Youruo and the children one by one. Son to inform people.

Zhang Dongmu nodded approvingly, sat aside and waited for the result of Fang Junxin's pulse.

In the quiet environment, time is infinitely magnified, but it only takes a few minutes, but it seems to have been waiting for a long time.

Fang Junxin withdrew his hand, wiped his face in relief, and said happily: "It's all right, it's not hurt at all, as long as you take good care of it, you can recover your body."

He patted the back of Sun Bingban's hand, with a little smile on his face, and comforted him: "Thanks to the fact that the grandson surnamed Shen is not good at martial arts, the dispersing soul talisman he posted was a silver pewter gun head, and he didn't really hurt three souls and seven souls.

Brother, don't worry, I'll give you a prescription for warming and nourishing, and then add it with medicinal food, your energy will be replenished, and you are guaranteed to be as lively as before. "

Although Sun Bingban, who was lying on the bed, was awake, he was still weak to the naked eye. He nodded and turned his eyes to Zhang Dongmu. He opened his mouth to say something, but Zhang Dongmu stopped him, tapped his shoulder and said, "Healing is important. Don’t be in a hurry to say anything at this moment. I’ll ask Lao Zhou to cook some porridge for you, and take medicine after drinking the porridge, as long as you’re fine.”

"That's right, people are iron, rice is steel, and you can only be healthy if you eat enough and drink enough." Fang Junxin nodded repeatedly, slapped his forehead, and said, "I have some warming materials, I'll go and get them to Lao Zhou... Hey , I cook it myself, Lao Zhou is very rough in cooking, I can't let him spoil my good ingredients."

Fang Junxin left as soon as he said he was about to reach the door, when Tong Shangyan stopped him: "Senior Brother Fang, let me make porridge for Senior Brother Sun."

As he said that, he winked at Yin Tangfeng with winks. He could remember clearly the special skills he brought with cooking. Isn't it time for Sun Bingfan to replenish his aura in the current situation?

Yin Tangfeng was stunned for a moment at the beginning, but quickly figured out the joints, and helped Tong Shangyan persuade Fang Junxin: "Brother Fang, let Xiaotong do it. He cooks well, so you can rest assured."

Although Fang Junxin didn't understand the reason, he had also heard about Tong Shangyan's improvement of the food in the Zhaitang after he came to Guanli. Since Tong Shangyan offered to cook, Fang Junxin agreed without thinking too much, and hurriedly called him to go to his own restaurant. Room to take tonic.

After taking the invigorating medicine, Fang Junxin prescribes another prescription. After grabbing the medicine, he and Tong Shangyan went into the kitchen.

A pot of big tonic porridge is simmered on low heat. The tonic, rice and other ingredients are well matched and complement each other. As soon as it comes out of the pot, you can smell the mellow aroma of rice and the faint smell of Chinese medicine.

Tong Shangyan made three servings, one for Sun Bingban and two for his two apprentices—not long after Sun Bingban woke up, his two apprentices also woke up leisurely, covering all of Yunjin Temple. The dark cloud over the head finally dispersed completely.

A bowl of thick medicinal porridge, together with two refreshing side dishes, was taken care of by Guanli disciple Sun Bingban. After drinking the medicine, Sun Bingban looked much better than when he just woke up. Many, and finally have the strength to speak.

What he cared most about was the six old people in Shenjia Village. Zhang Dongmu had no intention of concealing everything, and Sun Bingban was left with endless sighs after hearing all the things.

"Xiaotang..." His eyes fell on Yin Tangfeng, and he was about to say something, but he noticed Tong Shangyan who was beside Yin Tangfeng, and asked, "This little brother is..."

When Yin Tangfeng came to Yunjinguan with Tong Shangyan, Sun Bingban happened to leave for Shenjia Village, and the two missed each other and did not see him; after Sun Bingban woke up, everyone only cared about his body, and did not pay attention to introducing him Let's talk about Tong Shangyan.

At this time, Sun Bingban took the initiative to ask, Zhang Dongmu briefly explained the reason why Tong Shangyan would come to Guanli, and Fang Junxin joined in and praised Tong Shangyan's cooking skills.

After hearing this, Sun Bingban frowned, looked at Tong Shangyan twice from top to bottom and from bottom to top, and finally said dubiously: "You are the child that was created back then? You are already this big, little boy." Has Tang made a life contract with you? How was the effect?"

As soon as the words fell, the expressions of Zhang Dongmu, Yin Tangfeng and Fang Junxin all froze on their faces. Only Tong Shangyan couldn't appreciate the strangeness in the words for a while, and replied in a daze: "This...the effect...I can't say it, but the boss He is willing to take me in and give me a job, I am very grateful to him."

Sun Bingban nodded and said gratifiedly: "Being grateful is a good thing. Although you have a fucking background, you should look forward as a human being. Don't be like those on TV, thinking about revenge or not, live yourself well." Your day is the most important, in the future..."

"Old Sun!" Seeing Sun Bingban talking endlessly, Fang Junxin gritted his teeth and interrupted him, pressed the man back on the bed with his shoulders, pulled up the quilt and covered it directly on his chin, his eyes were full of warning, "You are weak, hurry up , Okay, rest, let's go!"

Sun Bingban had just opened the chatterbox, and was in the mood for excitement. Seeing that Fang Junxin's expression was not right, and thinking of his fault of always being criticized by Zhang Dongmu for not speaking well, he shut his mouth wisely.

On the other side, Zhang Dongmu also gave Yin Tangfeng a wink at the right time, telling him to take Tong Shangyan out quickly.

Yin Tangfeng stared at Sun Bingban on the bed complainingly, shook his head and led Tong Shangyan out of the room.

Tong Shangyan has long been used to following in and out behind Yin Tangfeng. As soon as Yin Tangfeng greeted him, he followed him out without thinking much. When he reached the martial arts hall where few people came, no matter how long his reflexes were, he still felt that something was wrong. : "Boss, did Senior Brother Sun just say... I was created?"

Yin Tangfeng glanced at him awkwardly, and sat on the stepping stone at the entrance of the main hall with his legs spread apart, pointing to the seat beside him, signaling Tong Shangyan to sit down too.

Tong Shangyan walked over in small steps, and sat on Yin Tangfeng's left with his knees folded, feeling a faint sense of uneasiness in his heart.

Yin Tangfeng pondered for a while, and said, "Sorry, I should have told you the truth about your life experience earlier."

Tong Shangyan became nervous, and his heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably: "I, the truth about my life experience? Boss, boss, don't you know? Who are my parents?"

"I guess you know." Yin Tangfeng pursed his lips, put his elbows on his knees, put his hands and fingers together, looked up at the sky slightly, and told Tong Shangyan all about the "Battle of the Small Canal" recorded in Zhou Bo's handbook.

After talking about a past incident intermittently for some time, Yin Tangfeng turned his head to observe Tong Shangyan, and saw him curled up in a ball, his chin hidden in the arms around his legs, but there was not much emotion on his face.

"Little Tong..." He swallowed, put one hand on Tong Shangyan's arm, but he heard Tong Shangyan ask in a low voice, "Are they...are they...forced?"

Yin Tangfeng lowered his head silently and did not answer, but only said: "Your parents... are the pregnant women and men who died in the circle that day, and the special management team found out their identities later.

Your father's name is Chen Luan, a soldier who has just retired from the army, and your mother's name is Lin Yi, a college student who is about to graduate..."

"Which luan? Which yi?" Before Yin Tangfeng could finish speaking, Tong Shangyan asked eagerly, looking at him with a pair of almond eyes, as if there was water welling up.

For a moment, Yin Tangfeng felt as if a stone had been pressed in his heart, heavy and depressed, he pulled Tong Shangyan's arm away, and wrote stroke by stroke in his palm, "Luan, up and down the mountain, explain the meaning in the text, It is a small and sharp mountain. There is a saying in ancient poems: There are conglomerates in the mountains and rivers, and there is no trace of communication.”

He paused for a while, and then began to write again: "Yi, left heart and right platform, and also. Yiran Qinglian Palace, I will always wish to roam freely and look at it."

Tong Shangyan stared intently at his empty palm, Yin Tangfeng's strokes just now, as if turned into practice, pieced together two familiar and unfamiliar words in his mind.

He blinked, slowly curled up his fingers, and said, "All, all are good names."

This reaction...was somewhat beyond Yin Tangfeng's expectations, it was neither shock nor fear, sad or sad...it didn't seem to be either.

He was a little uncertain about Tong Shangyan's emotions, he just felt that there was something wrong with the young man, but... no one who suddenly knew about this bizarre life experience couldn't stay normal, right?

"Little Tong, cry if you feel sad, there is no one here, if you don't want me to see it, I can go."

Tong Shangyan turned his head to look at Yin Tangfeng in doubt, and suddenly laughed, and said, "Crying? Why are you crying? Does the boss think I'm a glass heart? I'm about to cry every now and then?

I... I just never dared to imagine that the process of becoming an orphan was so...so..."

He was a little short of words, stopped to take a deep breath, changed the subject, and said, "Hi! Even the screenwriters of TV dramas dare not make up my life experience like this? Who would believe it?

However, it has been so many years, knowing or not knowing can't change my current life, the sun rises as usual, don't I have to move bricks as usual?

Brother Sun is right, since I survived, I should look forward and think about what those who did not participate in the past were doing?Is it possible to find someone to take revenge? "

Yin Tangfeng was dubious, frowned and walked around his face: "You... don't keep things in your heart, it's not good."

"I, I'm fine." Tong Shangyan smiled shyly, "Really, anyway, I'm also a person who has experienced storms, how can I cry and cry because of such a trivial matter? Boss, you are too underestimating me. "

As he spoke, he stretched out his limbs, as if he finally breathed a sigh of relief: "At least I know where I came from, that's good."

He said it easily, but Yin Tangfeng didn't believe him that much.

Based on his understanding of Tong Shangyan, this person looks a little dazed on the surface, but his mind is delicate and sensitive, and it is probably because of his insecure life since he was a child. In fact, he... never dared to admit how insecure he was.

"Little Tong." Yin Tangfeng called him seriously, put his palm on Tong Shangyan's shoulder, and said sincerely, "I have always regarded you as a friend, if you have something to say, just tell me."

Tong Shangyan's eyes flickered, his fingers rubbed the seam of his trousers, and it took a long time before he whispered, "Thank you...boss."

After all, Yin Tangfeng is not a big brother who is a confidant. Being able to say the above sentence is already his limit. Even if he knows that Tong Shangyan is not as straightforward as he is, but the other party does not want to talk, he doesn't know what to do.

And Tong Shangyan... living alone for so many years, he has long been used to bearing alone, good and bad, bitter and sweet, sour and salty, he tastes and faces alone, and has never... Only him.

The two sat side by side, but they seemed to be in two worlds, only the irregular "rustling" sound of the leaves blown by the breeze.

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