There were almost no servants in Meiluyuan at present, only a few old servants guarding the door. Without saying anything, Ouyang Rong went to the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves, and started cooking in person.

Xie Xun couldn't help but look at the back of the recovering young man who was acting decisively.

When the master and apprentice met, they had a surprisingly tacit understanding and did not immediately talk in depth.

There are temptations and attitudes.

This is not polite and defensive, but too rude and too close.

Xie Lingjiang sweated a lot on the way back, and the sweat soaked her thin back shirt. She immediately returned to Yilanxuan in the Su Mansion to take a bath and incense.

Ouyang Rong felt that his cooking skills were not bad. He had practiced cooking when he lived outside in his previous life.

Especially before, when I went to inspect the hydrological features of the upper and lower reaches of Butterfly Creek with Liu Ashan and others, I often cooked outdoors and learned a lot.

Ah Shan's cooking skills are quite good, comparable to his sister's.

While cooking, Ouyang Rong looked slightly dazed.

At a certain moment, he suddenly looked back and stared at the empty kitchen behind him.

The figure of a dull, transparent man who often followed behind him was no longer there.

At the moment, Ah Qing and Liu Mu are not in Meiluyuan either. I heard from their junior sister that they have moved back to their home on the outskirts of the city and are dealing with Ah Shan's funeral. He has been in coma for many days and missed the main funeral...

Ouyang Rong turned his head and threw the firewood into the stove, "crackling", his eyes silently staring at the dancing flames in the stove.

After a while, he rubbed his face several times to temporarily calm down his emotions.

Just as he adjusted his expression, the movement of the junior sister was heard in the yard.

In the yard, Xie Xun, who was looking down in thought, also looked up at this moment.

"Huanwen, you..."

He was also a little surprised when he saw his daughter walking into the courtyard from the plum forest path.

Xie Xun couldn't help but ask: "Why is your hair so disheveled and not tied up? Hey, why are you wearing a skirt for the first time..."

After speaking, as if he thought of something, the middle-aged Confucian scholar paused in his words and looked sideways at his daughter.

"My hair is wet, it's not dry yet." Xie Lingjiang, with long black hair hanging over his shoulders, replied in a low voice.

As soon as he finished taking a bath and incense, Xie Lingjiang dismissed his maids, finished dressing, and immediately returned to his senior brother's courtyard with a Buddhist scripture in his arms.

"Where is senior brother?" Xie Lingjiang looked around and asked curiously: "He is cooking in the kitchen?"

Xie Xun stroked his beard and nodded.

Xie Lingjiang immediately walked over: "My daughter is going to help."

"Huanhan, can you cook?" Xie Xun was curious.

After being glared at by his precious daughter, the old father quickly shut up and nodded vigorously: "Okay, okay, I'll see each other with admiration after three days apart, and try Huan Huan's craftsmanship."

However, he couldn't help but laugh when he saw his daughter, with wet hair and white dress, walking into the kitchen with her head held high.

What are you doing here to help? It's not helpful.

Xie Xun raised his forehead and shook his head, feeling a little headache.

In the kitchen.

"Elder brother, let me clean the rice!"

As soon as Xie Lingjiang entered the kitchen, she said seriously that she did her duty and stepped forward to help.

Ouyang Rong wiped his hands, turned around and asked, "Can you still do this?"

"You're looking down on me. You've learned this a long time ago." She said with a sullen face.

"Okay." Ouyang Rong gave way to the stove.

Miss Xie has just finished bathing. Her face, neck and other parts of her body are as white as snow, clean and beautiful, free from dust.

Wearing a moon-white long dress on her delicate body and a pretty waist, she looked like a graceful fairy descending to earth.

Her long, glossy black hair is casually draped over her shoulders. Compared with her heroic demeanor in the past when her hair was tied up and she wore a crown, she now looks a little more fairy-like.

At this moment, Xie Ling Jiang Qiaosheng passed by Ouyang Rong, and a few wisps of the fragrance of flowers penetrated his nose.

Ouyang Rong turned his head and saw Xie Lingjiang's serious look with his arms holding a book, and couldn't help laughing:

"Why are you still holding this Buddhist scripture?"

Xie Ling Jiang Qiong wrinkled her nose: "Didn't Senior Brother ask me to hold it?"

"When you come back, just put it on the table in my study. Forget it, you're so stupid. Besides, aren't you curious why I brought a Buddhist scripture back?"

"Well, why?" She tilted her head.

"There is a flower inside, a gift from Buddha," Ouyang Rong said seriously, "Let me give it to you and put it on your head."

He glanced at her long wet hair.

"Huh~" Xie Lingjiang looked dubious.

"Don't believe it? Then close your eyes." He sighed.

Xie Lingjiang rolled his eyes, "Only children believe it, don't close your eyes, it's old-fashioned."

Ouyang Rong nodded, took out a slender red rope from his sleeve, and threw it behind Xie Lingjiang's back in front of her.

"What are you doing?" Xie Lingjiang turned around cautiously, only to find that the red rope he threw was missing.

She looked around at the ground with a puzzled look on her face: "Where's the rope?"

Ouyang Rong said with a smile: "Isn't it on your head?"

Xie Lingjiang turned her head instantly, lifted up her black hair on her shoulders and took a look. A beautiful hairpin was quietly attached to her blue hair.

This hairpin has a novel shape. It is composed of a piece of light blue glass in the shape of an iris petal and a red rope. The hairpin is beautiful.

Her little face was full of surprise, "This, this is..."

The legendary tripod sword was casually thrown to her by her senior brother, and it was temporarily used as a hairpin to tie up her black hair.

Ouyang Rong said seriously: "Just throw away the Buddhist scriptures. Give flowers to beauties. Buddha is of no use anymore."

Xie Lingjiang grabbed the glazed red rope hairpin floating on her hair and used it to tie up all her black hair. She looked down at the face and green silk threads reflected in the water tank, and felt her cheeks were burning, and her face was red and her voice was waxy:

"Elder brother, you... you seem to have changed, you have become different."

"It has definitely changed."

Ouyang Rong nodded. When he controlled the cauldron sword, the younger junior sister could not detect the fluctuations of spiritual energy on his body in front of him. She did not even notice that the cauldron sword left the Buddhist scriptures in her arms.

Xie Lingjiang's heart was filled with sweetness, and she asked in a trembling voice: "Is it true?"

Ouyang Rong was very sure: "Really, you also discovered it? I have become stronger, and my junior sister can no longer see my shadow when I attack."

"..." Xie Lingjiang.

Ouyang Rong suppressed the corner of his mouth and pretended not to see his junior sister puffing up her cheeks and humming in anger. He kept a serious expression and turned around to continue cooking.

After a while, the food was ready.
Chapter completed!