What's wrong with my senior brother just doting on me? !

Chapter 325 Vegetables and Garbage

"Master, it's not time to eat now. Do you think we should let Yaoyao eat after a while? It's not good for her to eat directly after she just came back."

Luo Hanqing stretched out his hand to hold the edge of the pot, and secretly exerted force under his hand to prevent the pot, which looked like it could poison the little junior sister to death, from approaching the little junior sister.

Although this is not good, he can't give any reason.

But we must not let our little junior sister touch this thing!

As long as the master gives up watching the little junior sister eat the nutritious meal he made by himself, he can take the pot and leave when the master is not prepared!

If you hide it in heaven, you will definitely not find it.

If it doesn't work, stuff it into the mouths of the skulls that are still hanging on the dead trees in the underworld of the second junior brother.

Fight poison with poison.

Gu Nianzhi behind him, out of sight of his master, silently took a step forward and blocked the little junior sister who was about to enthusiastically take the master's pot.

As long as the master didn't see her, the little junior sister wouldn't have come back.

Zhuo Qingci smiled as he watched his daughter come back intact, and her eyes lit up when she saw him.

That's great, his Yaoyao misses him too.

Although she left Guiyi Sect for a few days, she did not forget him as her father. He was very touched.

Look at his daughter’s surprised expression when she saw the meal he cooked! have a look!

They are indeed father and daughter, they have a perfect understanding!

Why didn't he realize this before?

Zhuo Qingci had done a lot of cooking in the past few days, and when he saw him standing at the door, he said that he was afraid that they would not come in time because he had some instructions. In fact, one by one he picked up the words: "Oh my God, a moment of silence for this fish" and "Poor". He stared at his two apprentices who were making a scene near him with eyes that he would never use as food in the next life. He was so angry that he directly brought the food in front of them and let them eat.

"I see that you are obsessed with my pot, and I am not a partial person. Since Yaoyao has it, you, as my disciples, will naturally have it too."

Then the honest disciple who always listened to him ran away.

Just ran away!

His replacement was the second apprentice.

"You want to taste my pot even though you're looking at it?"

Gu Nianzhi stood at the door and let the ghost guard carry a bucket full of water. He lowered his eyelashes respectfully and avoided looking at his master: "Yaoyao said that I am not in good health and need diet therapy. I can't eat anything before she comes back. "

Zhuo Qingci, who knows better than anyone else his second apprentice's health bar, which looks like a sit-up:...

Okay, I won’t eat it then.

"Move the bucket your men are carrying."

"This is the water they drink."

"Dead things also need to drink water?"

Gu Nianzhi pretended to be surprised: "People who are fasting still need to eat?"

Zhuo Qing Ci:......

He once again considered the possibility of letting Yaoyao become the third junior sister among his disciples.

Now he finally met someone who could understand his cooking, but his sight was once again blocked by these two indifferent apprentices.

Zhuo Qingci tried to move the pot in his hand slightly.

No fruit.

The edge of the pot was held tightly in Luo Hanqing's hand, unable to move even an inch. If he took it away by force, the pot would definitely fall into pieces.

If I had known, I would have used thousand-year-old cold silver iron to make a pot.

"Hanqing, aren't your hands hot?"

Luo Hanqing, whose face could only be described as superficial to this temperature, did not change his expression. He still clutched the edge of the pot tightly and refused to let go.

"It's not hot. Master, can I serve it for you?"

Chu Yaoyao listened to the strange conversation between her second senior brother and her head curiously.

Gu Nianzhi raised his hand.

The ghost guard rose up from the ground and blocked his back.

Chu Yaoyao looked at the ghost guard who was so taller than herself in shock:! ! ! !

How could it become so big?

"Second senior brother."

In fact, she felt that her father had been preparing for so long, so from a courtesy and humanitarian perspective, she should have a small taste.

It was just a bite, and no matter how disgusting it was, it couldn't be as toxic as the waste product she tasted when she was researching new elixirs.

Gu Nianzhi was very familiar with his junior sister. As soon as the sentence "Second Senior Brother" came out of her mouth, he knew what she wanted to say next.

His response to this was: "No, no, not unless you step over me."

Chu Yaoyao:......

That's not the case, right?

"Can't I just pretend to take a small bite?"

Gu Nianzhi's attitude was firm: "No."

Chu Yaoyao: QAQ

On the other side, Zhuo Qingci was still in a stalemate with Luo Hanqing. The two guys, who could challenge a sect alone if they went out, were now holding a pot and secretly competing with each other.

"Hanqing, you were never like this before."

Luo Hanqing looked at his master's sudden sadness, his expression unchanged.

He is not a junior sister, so this trick will not work on him.

"That's because Master, you have never cooked before."

He finally realized that everyone in Guiyi Sect had no respect for common sense in life.

Because Master, he can’t learn it at all!

The steamed bun perched on Chu Yaoyao's shoulder sensed that something was wrong with his master, and curiously flew to Luo Hanqing's place, landed on his shoulder, and looked down.

Steamed bun:......

Does it have bad eyesight? Why is the pot so dark?

Let it fly closer and take a look.

The steamed bun landed lightly on the edge of the pot, and he lowered his fluffy little head to peek into the pot.

Steamed bun:......

The steamed bun flew away in Chu Yaoyao's direction and hid in the few strokes of Chu Yaoyao's fallen hair that had not been tied up.

[After eating this dish, you will definitely be reborn from the ashes, right? ! As expected of an immortal, I am completely convinced now. ]

Chu Yaoyao:......

Zhuo Qingci and Luo Hanqing looked at how the steamed buns fled:...

Zhuo Qingci fell silent.

Luo Hanqing praised this little guy in his heart, which he always thought was of little use, while on the surface he was pressing the pot and winking at his master crazily.

[did you see it? Even Suzaku can't bear it, Master, just let the little junior sister go. ]

Before Zhuo Qingci understood the hint from his eldest disciple, Su Mingyu appeared out of nowhere and stood on the branch looking curiously at the two waves of people below.

"Yaoyao is back. Let Third Senior Brother see if you have lost weight. That thing didn't bully you, right? Hey? Second Senior Brother, why are you so tall as a ghost guard? Are you showing Yaoyao the different forms of your ghost guard? ?Then I also want to show Yaoyao my real body!"

Su Mingyu, who said this, glanced to the side and landed on the pot that the senior brother and master were fighting over. He narrowed his peach blossom eyes and said in confusion: "Elder brother, why do you put charcoal in the pot? Are you planning to hold that barbecue party that Yaoyao mentioned before?"

As soon as the third junior brother finished speaking, Luo Hanqing felt that the strength of the pot under his hand had loosened.

There was a shocked expression on Master's face.

"charcoal?"

"Ah? Is it coal? Or wood ash?"

Luo Hanqing successfully obtained the ownership of the pot of indescribable things from his master.

"Did I guess wrong again?"

Gu Nianzhi put away the ghost guard, glanced at Chu Yaoyao who ran to comfort the master, and shook his head: "No, you came just in time."

It turns out that speaking frankly is so effective. If I had known, I would have asked the third junior brother to stand at the door of the kitchen and mock the master.

This way, it wouldn't cause so many disasters, and it wouldn't cause his spirit to be severely damaged as if he was floating in the underworld.

"Put your tail away by the way. Junior Sister, I don't have time to look at your tail."

Su Mingyu: Tsk.