The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

There is firewood in the yard, but it has not been split, so there is no way to burn it.

At this time, Zhao Xinrong, Zou Jingyu, and Xiao Wenwen were blowing the air conditioner in the house, and Han Ying was making juice in the yard.

"Papapa~" came a very rhythmic voice, and Zhao Xinrong, who was drinking tea in the room, was startled, and immediately lay down on the window and looked out.

Under the shade of the big elm tree, the girl swung an ax that was twice as thick as her arm. With one ax, the firewood was split into two halves, without any deviation or difference.

The chopped firewood was piled up in one place, and Ming Jing put new firewood on the stake, and picked up the ax...

"My God..." Zhao Xinrong covered his mouth, he misunderstood, he really misunderstood Mingjing, the director team couldn't write this script.

Zou Jingyu glanced at it from a distance, the surprise in his eyes disappeared in a flash, he smiled and lowered his head to drink tea.

Xiao Wenwen exclaimed: "My God, Ming Jing looks thin and weak, but I didn't expect her strength to be quite strong, King Kong Barbie?"

Not a good word for a young girl.

Zou Jingyu glanced at her: "Wenwen, you should help too, young people should have common topics."

Xiao Wenwen's buttocks seemed to grow on the cushion, she just didn't move a bit, and opened a pair of innocent eyes: "Mr. Zou, what are you talking about?"

Zou Jingyu smiled: "It's nothing."

"Wow, Ming Jing, you are amazing, aren't you tired?" Although it was in the shade, it was noon, and the outdoor temperature reached 37 degrees, and an egg that was knocked on the ground was cooked immediately.

And Ming Jing slammed down the ax a few times, and split the firewood with ease, without blushing or panting, and without a drop of sweat on his forehead.

This is not normal!

After Ming Jing chopped the firewood, he tied it up with a rope and carried it into the kitchen.

Looking at Ming Jing's calm and breezy back, Han Ying hesitated for a moment, walked over and picked up the ax, which almost fell on his foot.

Not to mention chopping wood, he struggled even to swing it.

Han Ying shook her head: "It's simply not human."

In the kitchen, it was like a steamer at this time, and Qu Feitai sitting on the fire was about to be cooked, and his whole body was sweating profusely, as if he had just been fished out of the water, his clothes were all soaked, But he didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, and he squatted obediently to light the fire.

Ming Jing put the freshly chopped firewood beside him and asked, "Is it hot?"

Qu Feitai nodded and quickly shook his head, "It's not hot, I can still hold on."

Ming Jing smiled, and lifted the lid of the pot. The water in the pot was already boiling, gurgling and steaming.

Ming Jing blanched the washed wild vegetables in hot water, picked them up quickly, and put them in cold water.

"Slower the fire." After Ming Jing finished speaking, he took out the reconciled noodles, beat and entangled them repeatedly on the chopping board, and the noodles became extremely elastic. When a small piece was pulled off and stretched repeatedly, the noodles became firm. It turned into thin strips, Ming Jing put it into a boiling cauldron and boiled it, and then continued with the next piece.

Qu Feitai stared dumbfounded: "Mingjing...you...where did you learn it from?"

Ming Jing said without changing his face while pulling the noodles: "Master is not in good health, and my senior sister can't get through oily smoke. She always has to eat as a human being. The master of a ramen restaurant in the town at the foot of the mountain often comes to the nunnery to do volunteer work. He taught me."

What she said was calm and breezy, but it fell to Qu Feitai's ears like a stormy sea.

Those days must have been difficult, but she didn't complain at all, and calmly accepted all the hardships that life imposed on her.

"Fortunately, it's over, and I won't suffer like this again in the future." Qu Feitai murmured.

"bitter?"

Ming Jing raised his eyebrows.

"Everyone has a predetermined destiny. Compared with people who are born with incomplete five senses, I have a master and a younger sister. Having a healthy and healthy personality is already a great gift from heaven. I have never felt bitter."

Ming Jing's faint voice gradually became indistinct in the rising smoke, and Qu Feitai stared at her blankly.

At this time, the girl trapped in the smoke has light and gentle eyes, her mind is like the sea, and her heart is like a valley.

She never felt bitter during the long and quiet years, but enjoyed it instead.

The so-called sitting, lying down, eating porridge and eating are all practices. The ancient Buddha with green lights in the mountains that no one cares about is practice. The camping in the rich mansion is practice, and you come and go in variety shows is also practice.

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Zhao Xinrong looked at the delicacies on the table and was startled: "Is this all made by Mingjing?"

Zou Jingyu walked over to take a look, and said with a smile, "Not bad, it's all good in color and fragrance."

Xiao Wenwen sniffed, it smells so good! The glutton in the stomach was hooked out at once.

He walked slowly to the table and glanced at it. There were six bowls of ramen with scallions floating on top. The soup was light. I wondered if he was extremely hungry, and the smell was too craving.

There are two plates of wild vegetables in the middle, the green and bright vegetables are agrimony and bracken that Ming Jing dug in the morning.

Han Ying walked in from the door, "What are you all doing, eat quickly."

Zhao Xinrong coughed and asked, "Where are Ming Jing and Xiao Qu?"

At this time, Ming Jing walked in through the curtain, dressed in spotless white clothes, and the way everyone looked at her changed involuntarily.

Whoever cooks is not greasy and sweaty, but she is the only one who is white and clean.

Qu Feitai walked behind her, the star who was shining brightly on the stage was a bit haggard at the moment, his hair was no longer as delicate as when he first came here, it looked a little messy, but it showed more and more youthful spirit.

Ming Jing and Qu Feitai sat down in front of the table, Ming Jing said: "We use local materials, let's make do with it."

Han Ying couldn't wait to take a bite of the ramen, and couldn't help exclaiming: "Wow, it's really delicious, Ming Jing, you are really good, there is nothing you can't do, I accept it."

Ming Jing smiled, and looked at Zhao Xinrong and Zou Jingyu: "Teachers, it won't taste good if it's lumpy."

Zou Jingyu picked up the chopsticks, took a bite, tasted it carefully, and nodded again and again: "The noodles are very strong, the soup is sour and refreshing, and the aftertaste is a little spicy. This spicy is different from ordinary chili. It doesn't hit the throat and has an endless aftertaste. What did you add?"

Zhao Xinrong couldn't wait to take a bite, and his eyes widened in an instant, "Old Zou, this is his exclusive secret recipe, so it is definitely impossible to tell you easily."

Ming Jing poured a cup of chrysanthemum tea, took a sip slowly, and said with a faint smile: "There is nothing we can't say, there are everywhere in the field outside the door, Polygonum grass, spicy in nature, is a kind of Chinese medicinal material, clearing heat and refreshing, relaxing muscles and strengthening bones , I add the accumulated water after distillation to the soup, which enriches the taste and quenches the heat and thirst.”

Zhao Xinrong gave a thumbs up in amazement, "It's amazing, it's really amazing. I've lived for more than forty years without a teenage girl who knows that much. I'm really ashamed."

Zou Jingyu smiled and nodded: "You really know a lot."

Han Ying suddenly realized: "I said, you used a handkerchief to wrap it separately, so it has such a use."

Ming Jing said with a smile: "Polygonum grass is spicy in nature, and it stings and pungent on the skin. You should pay attention to it when you encounter it in the future."

"Oh, I see. I've learned a lot by following you. I've learned a lot in just half a day."

Zou Jingyu picked up a chopstick of wild vegetables, "Is this Agrimony?"

Han Ying was the first to show off: "Yes, Mingjing said that it is a very good Chinese herbal medicine, and eating it is very good for the human body."

Zou Jingyu took a sip and nodded, "It's very refreshing and delicious."

Ming Jing picked up the bowl and began to eat slowly.

She was very quiet when eating, without saying a word, and the dinner table fell silent for a while.

Xiao Wenwen ate a mouthful, curled her lips secretly, and that was it, listening to what they were bragging seemed to be something rare.

If she wasn't too hungry, she wouldn't be able to eat this kind of meal at all.

Qu Feitai was very happy to eat, this is the meal cooked by Ming Jing himself, he has eaten the special dish of the chef of the state banquet, he has eaten countless abalone and wild ginseng, but it is not as good as the ordinary bowl of ramen in front of him.

One bite at a time, he ate very slowly and carefully.

Han Ying put down her chopsticks and looked at Xiao Wenwen: "The rice is made by Mingjing, the fire is made by Brother Qu, I wash the dishes, and everyone has to do the work, but you are the only one with the air conditioner in the room. You won't want to shirk again, will you?"

Xiao Wenwen's expression froze, she hated her manager to death, what kind of crap program did she accept.

"I……."

"Okay, if you don't say anything, I'll take it as your acquiescence. Ming Jing hurried upstairs to rest after dinner. You've worked hard on cooking." Han Ying didn't give Xiao Wenwen a chance to refuse, and beckoned Ming Jing to go upstairs.

Ming Jing put down the bowl and chopsticks, looked at Xiao Wenwen, smiled and said, "Thank you."

Hua Luo nodded to Zou Jingyu and Zhao Xinrong, got up and went upstairs.

Xiao Wenwen gritted her teeth and stared at Ming Jing's back, always feeling that her last smile was full of mockery of her.

Without further ado, Qu Feitai lost his bowl and chopsticks and went upstairs.

Xiao Wenwen looked at the mess on the table, her face turned green.

Zou Jingyu laughed and said, "Wenwen has worked hard." He patted her on the shoulder and walked out with his hands behind his back.

Walking to the monitoring booth, the director trotted out with a box of lunch: "Old Zou, what is the origin of this newcomer? I don't think there is anything difficult for her. Once it airs, it will definitely attract fans. There is also a good relationship between her and Qu Feitai." The chemical reaction, the few female staff members who scolded her in the morning, are now slapping their CP, this trend is getting more and more strange, our show is going to explode."

Zou Jingyu glanced at the stir-fried vegetables in the lunch box without any oil or water, and said with a smile, "Come as you want, let nature take its course."

The director rolled his eyes: "Is the ramen she made really delicious? Seriously, I'm a northerner, and I can't bear to eat rice every day. Birds are about to fade out of my mouth."

Zou Jingyu smacked his mouth, his face full of aftertaste: "It's delicious, the taste is very unique, no one in the world can make the same taste except her."

"Really? I read in the information that she is only sixteen years old, and she doesn't look like she lived a hard life since she was a child. I really can't see through it. It will definitely become popular after the broadcast. Let's sell it well. Don't It's embarrassing for others."

Zou Jingyu snorted: "Is this embarrassing? It's obviously a chance for her to show off."

"It's because your boss has a lot of people, but Xiao Wenwen is the one that the gold master wants to support. Remind her not to go too far. If she is scolded by the advertisers and withdraws her funds, what should I do?" the director said. Said with a sad face.

In all fairness, Der Spiegel has captured everyone's hearts now. As for Xiao Wenwen, who is lazy and lazy, she can stay where she is cool, but who will let her have a backer? Just cut Ming Jing, what else is there to watch in the show, Qu Feitai ran with Ming Jing the whole time, could it be that Xiao Wenwen fancy Ge You lying...

"It doesn't matter who has the background, just wait and see." Zou Jingyu said with a smile.

The director's eyes lit up: "What did Sister Yun tell you?"

"Work hard, I'll go to the fields." Zou Jingyu walked away with his hands behind his back.

The director pondered for a while, and it seems that this newcomer is not easy. Also, it is impossible to get in this episode of Qu Feitai without certain connections and skills.

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Ming Jing took a rest for a while, took out a book from the interlayer of the suitcase, and sat cross-legged on the bed to read it.

Xiao Wenwen pushed the door open, Ming Jing did not look up, his thoughts were immersed in the sea of ​​books.

Xiao Wenwen glanced at her, then rolled her eyes with her back to the camera, pretending what.

Lie down on the bed and almost fell asleep in the blink of an eye.

Time passed silently, Ming Jing closed the book and went downstairs.

Downstairs, Zhao Xinrong rubbed his waist and walked in from the door with a difficult face.

Ming Jing asked, "Teacher Zhao, what's wrong?"

Zhao Xinrong said with a sad face: "My waist is an old problem. It always tortures me from time to time. When it's about to rain, the pain is even worse. It's more accurate than the weather forecast. I think these two days will It's raining."

Ming Jing helped him to sit down on the chair and rubbed his lower back with one hand. Zhao Xinrong screamed: "It hurts..."

"What about here?"

"It hurts even more..." Zhao Xinrong gasped.

Ming Jing said softly: "Ms. Zhao, is it the sequelae left by the lumbosacral sprain in the early years that was not treated in time?"

Zhao Xinrong asked in surprise, "How do you know?"

Thinking of what Ming Jing said in the kitchen at noon, "You already saw it?"

Ming Jing said: "Ms. Zhao shifted her center of gravity to the left when walking, probably to relieve the pain in the right lumbosacral."

Zhao Xinrong glanced at her and exclaimed: "You are such a gentle and careful girl. Your parents must be so good that they can raise such a good daughter like you."

Ming Jing smiled: "Ms. Zhao praised it absurdly. If Mr. Zhao doesn't dislike it, I can give you a massage, which can temporarily relieve your pain."

After nearly a day of contact, Zhao Xinrong didn't think Ming Jing's words were pointless, and he quickly said: "Hurry up, I can't bear it for a moment."

Ming Jing washed his hands, and ordered Zhao Xinrong to lie face down on the mat. First, he relaxed his muscles and blood, and Zhao Xinrong sighed comfortably.

"There may be some pain in the future, Teacher Zhao bear with it."

When the voice fell to the ground, Ming Jing tapped Yu Shen, Yang Guan, Wei Zhong and other acupoints one by one, followed by pushing and rolling, only to hear Zhao Xinrong's screams like killing a pig, which woke up Xiao Wenwen who was sleeping, and ran out barefoot :"What happened?"

Han Ying and Qu Feitai also came out of the room.

Ming Jing withdrew his hand and said calmly: "Ms. Zhao lies on his side for a while, unfortunately I didn't bring an acupuncture bag for this trip. If I use acupuncture, the effect will be twice the result with half the effort."

Zhao Xinrong let out a long breath of foul air, "It's comfortable...it's so comfortable, even more comfortable than the massage I got from a professional technician. Where did you learn this technique? Can you teach me?"

"Mingjing, you...you know how to massage...where did you learn it from? If you mess up Teacher Zhao, can you afford it?" Xiao Wenwen rushed down from upstairs, He looked at Ding Jing with a disgusted face.

Zhao Xinrong gave her a hand: "You child, what nonsense are you talking about? Mingjing feels much more comfortable after I press it."

"The Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic says that the meridian is blocked, and the disease is caused by inhumaneness. Massage is used to treat it. Based on the viscera and meridian, specific manipulations are used to achieve the effect of dredging the meridian, dredging the meridian, healing the injury and relieving pain. It has been praised as the ancient medical technique throughout the ages. In your mouth, it has become nonsense, I forgive your ignorance, but please don't just say it."

Ming Jing didn't look at her, turned around and walked out.

Xiao Wenwen was left standing there with a green and pale face.

Zhao Xinrong got up, stood on the ground, swayed from side to side, and said happily: "It's really amazing. After pressing the mirror, it feels much more comfortable."

He glared at Xiao Wenwen, and said with some displeasure: "Wenwen, how could you explain Jing like that, go and apologize to Ming Jing."

Xiao Wenwen's eyes widened in shock: "Shall I apologize to her?"

"Otherwise." Han Ying walked down the stairs with her hands folded over her chest: "What a blah, it can only show your stupidity and ignorance. The mirror is enough to give you face, go now."

Xiao Wenwen didn't expect that Han Ying could speak so harshly in front of the camera, she looked at Qu Feitai, Qu Feitai's face was extremely cold, and his brows were furrowed.

Xiao Wenwen understood, and Qu Feitai thought so too.

Xiao Wenwen pursed her lips aggrievedly. Ming Jing captured everyone's hearts when she first came, but she became the target of public criticism. Why?