All-Rounded Strategy Game

After Xuan Qing finished speaking, seeing Jiang Li's visibly stunned expression, and then thinking about how many times he had been muffled by Jiang Li these days, she couldn't help but feel happy.

His "good" sentence really made Jiang Li a little surprised. He approached him suspiciously and looked up and down: "Little master, have you taken the wrong medicine?"

Although Xuan Qing was in a good mood, her expression was still calm: "It's all you want."

"That's so good? Can you follow me a little bit?"

"Why do you follow?"

Jiang Li suddenly approached him: "Just take a bath together."

He suddenly leaned forward and threw himself on Xuan Qing's body. Xuan Qing was thrown back two steps unsuspectingly by him. His calf hit the edge of the bed, and he threw him onto the bed.

Jiang Li thought that Xuan Qing would escape, but he didn't expect to directly press him on the bed. For a moment, both of them froze for a while, one on the bottom and the other on top, staring at each other in a daze.

Although Jiang Li had jumped to Xuanqing before, but the relationship between the two was not much different from that of strangers. Now Xuanqing’s favorability plus the increase in the past few days on the way has risen to 38%. Under this premise , The posture of the two of them now seems a bit subtle.

When he fell just now, Xuan Qing was afraid that Jiang Li would be injured, so he subconsciously supported Jiang Li’s arms, while Jiang Li was lying on his chest. The distance between the two faces was only a few centimeters apart, including the eyelashes of the other person. All can see clearly.

"Bang bang bang—"

A slightly rapid heartbeat came from his ears, just like the speed that Jiang Li felt when he pressed his hand against Xuanqing's chest that night.

"Little master."

Taking advantage of Xuan Qing's daze, Jiang Li leaned close to his ear and whispered: "I haven't taken the bath yet, do you want to sleep together?"

His voice was soft and there was a slight smile, because he was so close, the sniffles while speaking fanned at the base of Xuanqing's ears, bringing a slight itching sensation.

Xuan Qing had never felt such a rude teasing. The first reaction when she recovered was to push Jiang Li away from her body, and then got up from the bed very quickly, pulling away from Jiang Li by two meters. .

He folded his hands together and said to Jiang Li in a serious tone: "Donor, please respect yourself."

He pushed Jiang Li to his back on the bed. Hearing this familiar sentence, he couldn't help holding his stomach and laughed.

Self-respect? Little bald donkey, sooner or later I will let you beg me not to respect myself.

Jiang Qili secretly swears, turned over and sat up on the bed, with one hand on the bed, tilted his head and glanced at Xuanqing, saw him standing far away like a scourge, raised his eyebrows, and said: "Little master, The way you are now, you really look like a Xiaoliang woman who has been molested."

"The donor is careful." Xuan Qing said blankly, but thought in her heart, your appearance at this time is also very much like a sloppy dude.

Father Jiang was still downstairs at this time. Jiang Li thought that the other party should have a lot to say to himself, so he didn't tease Xuanqing anymore, got up from the bed, patted the clothes that had been crumpled when he fell, and said to him. Xuan Qing said: "Father is still downstairs, so I won't help the little master take a bath for the time being tonight. Let's make an appointment next time."

Hearing what he said, Xuan Qing's heart relaxed, but at the same time as it relaxed, he felt that there was something uncomfortable. Before he could tell what was going on, Jiang Li had already left the room leisurely. Close his door intimately.

After Jiang Li left, he stood there for a while, loosened his hands together, and gently pressed his right hand on his chest.

"Bang—Boom—"

The heartbeat on the left chest has been relieved compared with the rush just now, but it is still slightly unstable compared to the normal frequency, as if something is about to jump out of the heart, there is a kind of restlessness in the body that has been suppressed for a long time.

It feels like Xuan Qing grows so big, and I have only experienced it twice, both times because of the same person.

"... Jiang Li."

Xuanqing's thin lips lifted slightly, and she said the name almost inaudibly.

He has been calling Jiang Li his benefactor for the past few days, and he has never called Jiang Li by his name directly. Now these two words circled between his lips and teeth, and at the moment he said it, an unspeakable feeling burst in his heart, causing his heart to tighten for an instant, and then that kind of containment The long-lasting sense of unknown heartache rushed to overflow.

Suddenly clenching the hand on the chest, tightly grasping the shirt, Xuan Qing's face changed slightly, and a trace of pain appeared in the usual calm eyes!

He should sit impromptu, his hands clasped together, his luck is trying to force the pain in his heart.

——Master, why do I often feel heartache? It seemed that I had forgotten something, and my heart was very empty and uncomfortable.

——Xuanqing, a person lives a lifetime, maybe to find something, maybe to forget something, in the midst of it, he has his own arrangements. Your soul is unstable since you were young, and your heartache is abnormal. You should have died prematurely, but you have survived the catastrophe by your own will. It is a great fortune in misfortune. Now, as a teacher, I can only temporarily seal your heart, and protect you from suffering within three years.

——What about after three years?

——Three years later, maybe you can find the things you forget, or...the one who forgets.

During the exercise, Xuanqing’s thin lips were pressed tightly, and dense fine sweat oozes from his forehead, slowly flowing down the contours of his face, dripping into his light-colored monk robe, and a water stain was slowly printed on the placket. The clothes behind his back also slowly soaked.

After a long time, he opened his eyes slowly, there was still a little blood in his eyes, and he also tasted the **** smell in his mouth.

During the exercise just now, the conversation between him and the master sounded in his ears without warning. It was only a year and a half before the master sealed his heart. The internal forces suppressed in his heart seemed to be Some unknown things dissipated, because the old ailments it contained had come back, and the heart-wrenching pain seemed to have turned several times more than before, and he could hardly bear the blood pouring up in his throat.

At the beginning, the master clearly said that it was three years. Why did the internal force put into his body by his old man lost its effectiveness after only half of the time?

A trace of doubt flashed in Xuan Qing's eyes, but at this time his body was covered with sticky sweat, he didn't think much, got up from the ground, walked to the back of the screen and began to undress and prepare to take a shower.

If Jiang Li was here at this time, he would find that after taking off the white monk robe, Xuan Qing's left chest had an extra round golden pattern than before.

There are some complicated scriptures inside that pattern, and the golden pattern looks a little faint, as if the color has faded.

Xuan Qing's gaze fell on the pattern, and found that it was much lighter than when it was first printed.

——The master’s abilities are limited, and he can only seal it for you for three years. After this pattern has dissipated, the master is also powerless, Amitabha.

Xuan Qing remembers that this pattern will only show up when she feels heartache. The scriptures inside and the internal force left by the master will restrain the feeling of heartache. Now the color has faded, which proves that the effect of this pattern has diminished.

Staring at the pattern for a while, Xuan Qing retracted his gaze, put the monk's robe in his hand on the screen, and then began to untie the belt. As soon as his hand touched the belt, a word rang in his head.

——Little Master, your figure is really good, and the eight-pack abs is great!

After the movement in his hand, Xuan Qing suddenly raised his head and looked towards the screen, always feeling that someone who had just left would suddenly appear, and he looked at himself grinningly.

However, there was no one at the screen, he was the only one in the entire room.

"...It's really a devil."

Xuan Qing said in a low voice, retracted his gaze, took off his clothes and went into the water.

...

Jiang Li didn't know what happened to Xuanqing upstairs. After he got out of the room, he went straight downstairs.

When he got downstairs, he saw a man in his thirties standing at the checkout table, talking to Father Jiang. After listening carefully, it turned out that Father Jiang was asked to send a bowl of noodles upstairs. His son was hungry. .

When he was upstairs just now, Jiang Li learned from Uncle Cai that there were only four rooms in the inn at this time, not counting Xuanqing.

After the guest went upstairs, Jiang Li walked over, stopped Jiang's father who was going to the kitchen, and said, "Father, that guest's noodles, let me cook."

Father Jiang was taken aback, waved his hand and said, "You come to cook? Where do you know, I just let Uncle Cai do it."

Uncle Cai and Father Jiang watched together to make it easier for some guests to be hungry at night and want to eat.

"I will, I learned a little in the academy." Jiang Li stopped him, "I'll go, and cook a bowl for you by the way, so that you can also **** craft."

He said that he took the lead and walked to the kitchen at the door, without waiting for Jiang's father to react.

Father Jiang was dedicated to sending the original body to study, and he never brought him into the kitchen since he was a child, so now he told Jiang Li that he wanted to cook a bowl of noodles for himself and he didn’t take it seriously, thinking that there was Uncle Cai in the kitchen. Take care of Jiang Li, then turned back to the checkout counter.

Uncle Cai was cleaning the ingredients to be used tomorrow in the kitchen. When he saw Jiang Li walk in, his hand movement did not stop. He smiled and asked, "Why did Xiao Li come here? Isn't he full? I'll give it to you later. Get something else."

"Thank you, Uncle Cai, but I'm full." Jiang Li walked to the stove and said while washing his hands, "There is a guest upstairs who wants to eat Yangchun noodles. I will come over and make him a bowl."

When Uncle Cai heard that a customer wanted to eat Yangchun noodles, he ignored the sentence after Jiang Li, put down the green vegetables in his hand, and stood up from the low stool: "Yangchun noodles, I see, I'll...Huh? You? What are you doing?"

"Boil the noodles." Jiang Li squeezed the noodles in the small basket and said, "Although it is not tough enough, it is enough for one use for the time being."

After he finished speaking, he said to Uncle Cai, who was puzzled: "Uncle Cai, go and work for you. I will also do Yangchun noodles. I'll be fine."

Uncle Cai couldn't believe it: "You will? Don't be kidding, you have never even made a kitchen fire since you were a kid."

In the memories of Uncle Cai and Father Jiang, the original body did not know how to cook, but Jiang Li did. He did not rush to answer Uncle Cai, but started to cook noodles.

The ingredients in the kitchen were all prepared. Jiang Li picked out half of an onion and a few scallions from the ingredients that Uncle Cai had just washed, and diced them neatly and skillfully.

Uncle Cai was stunned when he saw his skilled knifeman, but he forgot to stop him.

Dice, add to the pot, fry the onion, and fry the lard. The action of **** is not unfamiliar. The purple onion is fried into golden brown in the frying pan, turning into yellow-skinned onion crisps. The fragrance of the onion is wrapped in the aroma of lard. The nose rushed and awakened Uncle Cai.

"This..." Uncle Cai looked at him in surprise, and then at the onions that had changed color in the pot, "Xiao Li, are you really capable?!"

"Of course." Jiang Li smiled, took out the onion and set it aside, and went to get the stock broth next to it and put it into the pot.

Although Yangchun noodles look simple, the soup and fried shallot oil are particularly important. Although the noodles are not tough enough, **** li can also neutralize some of the deficiencies by controlling the frying temperature.

He made three bowls of Yangchun noodles. After making them, he left one bowl for Uncle Cai, put two bowls on the tray and put them out, one bowl for the guests upstairs, and one bowl for Father Jiang.

Father Jiang didn't care when he saw him bring it out. He thought it was Uncle Cai who cooked it. When Jiang Li put the noodles in front of him, he smelled a little bit differently.

This scent is much more fragrant than what Uncle Cai usually makes. Just smell it and feel a little hungry in my stomach. The color of the fried onions on the noodle soup is also very beautiful. The thin noodles in the middle are sprinkled with chopped green onions, and they are just right. , It makes people move their index fingers at a glance.

So he put down the ledger in his hand and took a bite of his chopsticks.

Jiang Li delivered the noodles to the guests. When he came downstairs, he saw Father Jiang and Uncle Cai standing face to face at the checkout counter, just standing eating the noodles, and could not help but ask: "Father, Uncle Cai, what are you doing standing there?"

Hearing his voice, the two looked at him together, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

Jiang Li probably guessed why they were doing this, but pretended not to understand, and walked to the two of them: "How is it? Is my craft okay?"

Father Jiang’s bowl of Yangchun noodles has been eaten halfway, and a pinch of noodles is still clamped in his chopsticks. Seeing Jiang Li come down, he hurriedly swallowed the noodles in his mouth and asked: "You are honest, you are Going to study, or to learn how to cook?!"

Jiang Li couldn't help but laughed when he heard this, thinking that the old father's brain was big enough.

He was about to explain that there was a sudden sound of footsteps over the stairs. As soon as he looked up, he saw that the man who asked his son for noodles came downstairs again. Before he got downstairs, he said to them, "The Yangchun noodles just now. , Give me two more bowls!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a young scholar suddenly came down upstairs and said: "The Yangchun noodles this big brother ate, give me a bowl!"

Father Jiang and Uncle Cai looked dumbfounded.