Chapter 26： When I saw this seat with Jun (1/2)

The sun is getting higher and higher, and more and more people come to the inn to make a point. The ink is burning and the building is noisy, so that Xiao Er will deliver the dishes to his room.

In the end, he still invited Chu Yuning, after all, the master is the biggest, he is not the human king, the rules still have to be kept.

There are three bowls of steamed noodle soup on the side of the coffin. The noodles are made by myself. Unlike the ones bought outside, the noodles are smooth and smooth. The top is covered with thick sliced ​​beef slices, oily sausages, fresh pea seedlings, full. Green vegetables, golden egg silk, bright and attractive color, it is beautiful to look at.

But the best of the three bowls of noodles is not the water leaves, nor the bulk of the meat, the extravagant material, but the bone soup that has been slowed down for four hours, poured in the noodle bowl, and the milky white soup floats. Sesame red oil, ink-burning stone scorpion has developed a spicy and spicy seasoning, boiled in the soup, aroma, full of flavor.

He pondered that the teacher loves to eat spicy, and the red oil and the oily pepper are all quite enough. Seeing that the teacher buryed his head and ate it very fragrantly, the curvature of the mouth of the ink burner became more and more sorrowful, and he couldn’t help but ask: ”Is it delicious?”

The teacher said: ”It's delicious.”

Chu night, Ning did not speak, still owes the gloomy expression of his 100 Jinshan Yinshan.

The ink burned some smug smugness: ”Then you want to eat and talk to me, I will do it.”

In the eyes of the teacher, there was a thin layer of water mist in his eyes. He smiled and burned his eyes, and the eyebrows were soft. The beauty is in front, if it is not sitting next to a snowy night, the late night, the ink burning must be somewhat uncertain whether he should eat the teacher, or should eat the noodles in the bowl.

The pea buds, the fat intestines, the priests did not eat much, but the beef and greens quickly saw the bottom.

The ink that has been quietly observed next to it stretches out the chopsticks, pulls the pea sprouts and the fat intestines into their bowls, and clips several pieces of beef from their noodle bowls to fill the gaps.

The disciples of the dead and the dead all eat at Meng Po Tang, and often change the dishes with each other. Therefore, the teacher did not feel anything strange. He smiled and said: ”A burning does not eat beef?”

”Well, I love pea sprouts.”

Said to bury his head and scream. The tip of the ear is slightly reddish.

Chu night Ning noodles with chopsticks picking the bean sprouts in his bowl, all thrown into the ink burning bowl.

”I don't eat bean sprouts.”

I also threw all the beef in my bowl to the teacher: ”Do not eat beef.”

Then frowned, staring at the rest of the bowl, licking his mouth, silent and not talking.

The teacher carefully said: ”Master is... is it not your appetite?”

Chu nightning: ”...”

He did not answer, bowed his head, silently clipped a green vegetable, biting a small mouth, his face was even more ugly, and he slammed the chopsticks.

”In the rain, you knocked the jar of hot sauce in the soup?”

I didn't expect the hard-boiled breakfast to be greeted with such a white rush, and the ink burned and looked up. There was still a noodle in the corner of his mouth. He stunned his eyes in the evening, and some of them couldn't believe their ears, so they swallowed the noodles and said: ”Hey?”

This is not to give face to this evening: ”Do you do what people eat? Can people eat this?”

The ink burned and smashed the eyes several times. I finally decided that Chu Yuning was swearing at himself, and said: ”Why isn’t it what people eat?”

Chu night Ning's eyebrows twitched, and sighed: ”It's really hard to swallow.”

The ink burned, and it’s a trick that the drunken jade sneak out.

”Master respects you too... too picky.”

The teacher also said: ”Master, you have not eaten in a day, even if you don't like it, you can eat some.”

Chu night Ning got up, cold and cold: ”I don't eat spicy.”

After turning around, I left.

The two people who stayed at the table suddenly fell into a silent silence. The teacher was a little surprised: ”I don't know how to eat spicy? I don't know... Ah, you don't know?”

”I……”

The ink burned and looked at the noodles that Chu Yuning had left on the table. It was almost untouched, and he stayed for a while, then nodded.

”Yeah. I don't know.”

This is a lie, and the smoldering is that I know that Chu is rather not spicy.

Only he forgot.

After all, the past life and this person have been entangled for most of the life, Chu night Ning loves to eat what does not like to eat, he is clear.

But he doesn't care, he doesn't remember.

When a person returned to the room, Chu night Ning was lying down, facing the wall, squinting but could not sleep.

He lost more blood and lost his spiritual power. One night and the morning grain was not finished. In fact, the stomach was long gone, and it was very uncomfortable.

This person does not know how to take care of himself. If he is in a bad mood, he will simply not eat it. He seems to feel angry and can give his stomach full of gas.

He didn't know what he was mad at, or he didn't want to know.

Just in the silence, there was a face in front of the blur, a smile, a splendid mouth, a pair of eyes with a black translucent, shiny and flowing, is a gentle dark purple.

It looks warm and lazy.

Chu night Ning tightened the bed, because it was too hard. The knuckles are slightly white. He was not willing to fall into this, closed his eyes and wanted to get rid of this sly face.

However, after the eyes closed, the past events became more and more turbulent, and the tides poured into the heart...

He first saw the smoldering, in front of the towering tower of the dead.

On that day, the sun was shining, and the twenty elders were all in one, and they were whispering to each other.

The elders of Yuheng are an exception. He is not so stupid, and he is willing to stand there to roast the sun. Instead, one person has been hiding under the flower tree, holding a finger absently, and looking at whether the newly-made black iron nail cover is stretchable.

Of course, he himself has no need to use nail covers. This piece of iron-cut gold is forged for the low-level disciples of the dead and the dead.

It’s often dangerous to have a lower-level disciple’s death. The late-stage disciple’s death is not a rare thing. Chu’s night is in his eyes. Although he doesn’t say it, he always thinks about the solution and wants to make one. A lightweight, easy-to-use weapon.

Others talked about it in the side.

”Is it heard? The scorpion who has been lost for many years is rescued from the sea of ​​fire. In the building where the water is going, everyone else is dead. If the Lord is to take another step, I am afraid that the little one will become one.” It’s a blessing to make the ashes.”

”It must be that he cares for the child in the midst of it. Poorly he has been lost since childhood, and suffered so much, hehe...”