Although winter comes, today's night seems to be coming very quickly, and the temperature suddenly drops, and the whistling evening breeze in the yard is a little chill.

By the way, it also added a little more coolness to Jiang Ping's heart, so he decided to have a hot pot.

In the Qiu family yard, the old trees with yellow and green branches and mottled branches are still strong.

The newly added four-corner stone lights light up, making the yard look dim and blurry, making people feel a little confused.

There is a stone table under the tree, and a stove on the table is cooking a hot pot. The air rises, and you can vaguely see the rolls of rolls, tofu, vegetables, and pills in the soup inside...

The ingredients are very rich.

Xie Cangquan held the bowl and couldn't get out the chopsticks in his hand.

He looked at Jiang Ping who was having fun on the other side and wanted to ask:

‘What about good talks on the night of candles? What about good talks? Why did it turn into hot pot?’

Jiang Ping picked up a juicy meatball soaked in the soup, blew it in a few sips, and stuffed it into his mouth. The soft soup mixed with the fragrance of the meatballs exploded in his mouth.

Wow, delicious!

Jiang Ping's god is happy and happy.

Seeing Xie Cangquan staring at him blankly, Jiang Ping stopped the chopsticks in his hand, reached out and took a spoon to pick up a roll in the pot and threw it into his bowl, and asked:

"Why don't you eat Cangquan? Does it taste bad? I made this sauce myself, so I can make sure you swallow it until you eat it.

Look at how happy Lao Qiu is eating. If you don’t do anything, you will be snatched away by all the old guys.”

Qiu Daoyu raised her head and glanced at Jiang Ping, showing a calm look, and at the same time she didn't forget to take out a big meatball for herself.

Xie Cangquan smiled reluctantly and put on a piece of potato chips to make a difference.

"Master Jiang's actions are naturally delicious. However, for Cangquan, it's enough to have a clear water steamed bun. Too greedy for verbal words will make Cangquan's heart confused."

"oh!"

Jiang Ping slapped his mouth and suddenly became serious:

"Cangquan, this is your fault. Born as a human being, we must constantly pursue beautiful things.

Swords are your beauty, and food is the same. There is no difference between the two, and do you think it is not a sword?"

He poked the white tofu in the bowl, which was completely made of ingredients, and was made by hand. He poked it and was also bouncy.

Jiang Ping couldn't help but eat it in one bite.

But Xie Cangquan was shocked and his mind was running at high speed.

Master Jiang naturally would not make excuses him by random words, and this sentence must have other meanings.

He didn't understand it, it was definitely not that Master Jiang didn't understand it, but that he hadn't realized it.

For a moment, the bounced tofu just now had broken down into 1,024 pieces in his mind, trying to find traces of the sword from them.

When Jiang Ping saw Xie Cangquan's appearance, he knew that he must have been thinking about it.

He actually had nothing else to mean, he just wanted to treat him to a hot pot. After all, he only had the strength to block the knife for him after eating.

As for what to do, it is actually just a performance on the spot.

He just said nothing and pointed at the flowers and plants, and this kid might be able to understand something.

In fact, he didn't envy this at all... It would be strange!

However, seeing Xie Cangquan's face suddenly turned pale, and sweat beads of his forehead were oozing, as if he was exerting too much force, Jiang Ping was also panicked and quickly interrupted him:

"Ahem, Cangquan, don't think about it if you can't think of it. Why don't you come and try a piece of tofu?"

Xie Cangquan was separated from the state of enlightenment and was a little weak. He raised his head and said guiltily to Jiang Ping:

"Master Jiang, Cangquan is dull and has not realized your deep meaning."

"Puff!"

The meatballs in Qiu Daoyu's mouth suddenly exploded, the soup sprayed all over the floor, and wet his carefully carved white beard.

"Sorry, sorry, this meatball is too hot, huh...ha..."

He almost couldn't help laughing out loud, and at the same time signaled Jiang Ping with his eyes.

Jiang Ping had a slightly slight head and his face was extremely calm.

Well, that's right, it's what you think.

"It's okay, it's actually just me. Eat it quickly, otherwise it won't taste good if you cook it thoroughly."

Jiang Ping used a spoon to pick up a piece of tofu and put it into Qiu Daoyu's bowl.

Made, almost pretended to be too far. If he was in a bad state, how could he deal with the assassin later?

Xie Cangquan looked at the tofu in the bowl and suddenly felt very moved.

What a great teacher Jiang. He obviously didn’t understand enough, but he took the responsibility to himself. He was so lucky to receive guidance from such a good teacher.

So Xie Cangquan ate the tofu with emotion.

As the tofu melted in his mouth, the smooth original flavor combined with the umami flavor of the sauce also exploded.

"tasty!"

Xie Cangquan exclaimed, and an inspiration appeared in his mind, but he couldn't catch it, so he decisively picked up another piece of tofu and ate it.

"Master Jiang, I understand!"

What's the thing? What do you understand again?

Jiang Ping almost cried.

Can you still have a good meal? You can even realize it if you give you a piece of tofu?

"The so-called hardness and softness..."

"Wait a moment!"

Jiang Ping interrupted Xie Cangquan's performance and said:

"Your understanding will be later. Can we eat hot pot first?"

Xie Cangquan was stunned at first, and then looked at the old man next to him with a meaningful look.

Yes, I heard that this old man was also a famous master in the world when he was young, but seeing his quiet and peaceful years, he should know that he is not doing well now.

Master Jiang didn't let himself come out, so he must have felt that he shouldn't irritate the old man.

After all, he could understand the principles of swords from a piece of tofu, and he only knew that eating meatballs would definitely feel bad if he lost to himself a young man.

He is worthy of being Master Jiang, and he always pays attention to the elderly.

He nodded at Jiang Ping, as if I knew everything about chatting.

Jiang Ping smiled back.

Did this silly child think of something strange again?

Qiu Daoyu: “…”

Why do I feel like I was hurt just now?

...

"hateful!"

Under the night, the wind blew and hit Lao Wang's dark and cold face.

How could he be so arrogant?!

I worked hard on this cold night, but the other party was eating a storied hot pot and such a delicious hot pot!

For the first time, Old Wang hated his fu.

His hearing and smell are different from ordinary people, so the fragrance that lingers in the courtyard can be constantly captured by him and then arouses the greed in his heart.

Lao Wang swallowed his saliva and decided to kill Jiang Ping and he would have to have a hot pot when he went back. No, three meals!

Otherwise, it would not be enough to compensate for the sins suffered tonight.

Old Wang is very cautious and he is patient enough.

He didn't know the old man, but he had seen his own strength with his own eyes the young man who looked a little stupid.

From the sword technique he used, he should be a disciple of the Nanyue Sword Sect.

If it were not necessary, he would not meet him in person.

Of course, if he has to match, he is confident of taking him down, but the noise may be more serious.

But if you expose your master at that time, it will be a great sin.

So he had to wait until everyone fell asleep and took Jiang Ping's head silently. He was confident that with his skills, he would never alarm anyone.

However, when will they finish eating? He still has to take the head back to report to his master?

Wait a moment!

What?!

Old Wang's eyes widened, and he saw a fellow pushing a cart over, then adding carbon to the stove, replenishing water to the hot pot, and bringing out plates of fresh ingredients...

No hurry, no hurry!

Can you still eat until it is bright?

Old Wang resisted the urge to pounce on it and decided to wait a little longer.

One hour later.

The guy came out again, but he was still pushing the cart...
Chapter completed!