Rebirth of the tyrant love husband

Gu Wanqing leaned against the stone wall and rubbed her chin thinking for a long time, but she couldn't figure out why, but her stomach growled even more loudly.

"Today, I'm cooking, you eat what you can first, and let Ziqian cook you a few good meals when you go out." After Shen Yan finished speaking, she went straight to the kitchen that she avoided just now.

Gu Wanqing turned around and leaned against the door of the kitchen, her eyes rolled around, and she quietly glanced at Shen Yan's busy back.After hesitating for a while, he finally asked a question that he was particularly concerned about.

"Immortal Venerable."

"Huh?" Shen Yan put the washbasin on a chopping board that was stained due to humidity, "What's the matter?"

"En." Gu Wanqing couldn't help becoming nervous, rubbing her hands and fumbling, "I... I and Zheng Ziqian... have the same status in the heart of Xian Zun...?"

"What's the matter?" Shen Yan's hands were covered with flour, and the dough was in strands in his hands, and he couldn't make dough no matter what, "Why do you ask me this question?"

Gu Wanqing raised one hand, scratching the stone wall desperately with her fingernails, stammering: "No...it's nothing, just ask."

"Oh." Shen Yan didn't continue to ask or answer, but focused on the meeting with all her might.

"Xianzun, let me light the fire."

"it is good."

Gu Wanqing stepped into the stove, quickly rolled up the two sleeves, squatted down and neatly put the firewood into the stove, and then forced out a red light with her fingertips, the fire ignited, and the cold stone wall Soon it became less cold.

He looked back at Shen Yan who was still kneading on the chopping board, smiled and said: "Xianzun, you rest, I'll come."

Living with Mo Mingfeng since he was a child, cooking is actually not difficult for him at all. He was just too lazy to do it before, but now he really wants to cook a good meal for Shen Yan.

Shen Yan glanced at him, showing a suspicious expression, as if she didn't believe that he could cook.

"Okay, Xianzun, you go outside and wait, I cook very quickly."

Shen Yan couldn't resist him, so she washed her hands and left the kitchen.

Gu Wanqing happily hummed a ditty, quickly kneading noodles, choosing vegetables, and cutting noodles.

Since Mo Mingfeng's death, he hasn't cooked with his own hands, this time is an exception, he must give Shen Yan a surprise.

If Shen Yan likes it, then he will make it for him every day from now on.If he doesn't like it, then he will wash his hands and never do it again.

Soon, the steaming hot noodle soup was served. Gu Wanqing scooped up a large bowl with a spoon and sprinkled some chopped green onion, feeling very happy.

"Xianzun, the noodles are ready, come and eat." He carefully carried the soup bowl, and went out of the kitchen to serve it to Shen Yan.

But after walking around for a long time, there was no sign of Shen Yan in the cave.

He put the soup bowl on the table and searched for a long time, and a living person just disappeared.

He squatted on the steps helplessly, his legs were numb and he didn't know where Shen Yan went?

When he was about to stand up, the flat steps under his feet suddenly cracked, and the cracks became bigger and bigger.

He hastily turned somersaults, used lightness kung fu to get off the ground, and lay on a crumbling wall with both hands and feet.

Unexpectedly, the roof of the cave also began to shake violently. Before he could make another move, the roof of the cave was torn apart, and a large block of rocks smashed down on his head.

He hurriedly summoned Moxiao to appear, and seeing that Moxiao was about to move to his mouth, five or six pieces of bluestone fell on his head again, he dodged and dodged, and the bluestone fell down along the crack.

He looked in the direction in which the stone fell, and it was dark and bottomless.

"Gu Wanqing..."

He vaguely heard a familiar voice calling him from the depths of the ravine.

"help me……"

It was Shen Yan's voice, Gu Wanqing believed that he heard it right, but if he blindly jumped down to save Shen Yan, he would never return.

He turned over, hung one foot upside down on the crack in the stone wall, and hastily blew the flute in his hand.

With the sound of the flute, it was obvious that the roof of the cave was not shaking so much, but the voice of Shen Yan came up from the bottom of the ravine again.

"Don't blow it...I can't stand this sound...you come down...come down and save me..."