Mrs. Cultivation Notes

Chapter 49 Dirty or Not

The second young master of their family has always been obsessed with cleanliness. He will not touch pastries that others have eaten or touched, and he will not accept other people's food, including the old lady's.

Xiao Nuannuan just wanted to take the pastry back quickly by luck, but Yan Qingchen half squatted down, stretched out his mouth and ate half of the pastry in her hand, leaving only a little bit of the pastry on her hand.

"Ah!" The joy on Xiao Nuannuan's face unexpectedly turned into despair and heartache.

Then a big bite of cake is gone!
"You don't want to feed me, don't you want to?" Yan Qingchen asked intentionally, "Since you don't want to, then don't go! I just don't feel well today."

Yan Qingchen has long been aware of her dog-leg trick of being courteous, and it's just as she wants him not to eat.

"Yes, yes, I want to share all my cakes with brother Qingchen!" The little dog leg immediately flattered, and he hurriedly stuffed the pieces in his mouth, for fear of being robbed.

He said he was willing, but his body refused honestly.

Chi Ruo's jaw dropped in shock. Is this the young master she knew?

Yan Qingchen took the handkerchief from Chi Ruo's hand and wiped her hands.Xiao Nuannuan felt her mouth was sticky, so she stretched out her hand to reach over the handkerchief again to wipe her mouth.

Yan Qingchen looked at the wrinkled and sticky handkerchief, "Give her a new one!"

Xiao Nuannuan was anxious, "No need!" She wiped it quickly and handed it to Chi Ruo.

"Let's go!" Yan Qingchen was afraid that it would be too late, but he would regret it.

Yan Qingchen was disgusted, "Is it dirty?" He wiped his mouth with what he had wiped his hands with.

Xiao Nuannuan was confident and confident, "Hands and mouth are my own meat, so there is nothing to dislike."

Yan Qingchen was so blocked by her that he couldn't speak.

Squeezed her face, "Get in the car!"

How could he raise such a careless thing?
After sitting in the car a few times, Xiao Nuannuan was relieved of this big monster.

All the way, I squeezed my head against the window to blow the air, watching the bustle outside the window.

He whispered in his mouth, "The old temple master must have never seen these before!"

Yan Qingchen felt a little sad when he heard her muttering to himself, so he could only pretend that he didn't hear it.

After walking halfway, when she got out of the car to take a rest, Xiaoyouzi realized that it was Shuhuan who was driving.

"Why didn't Dabai come to the big monster?" When Lin Sheng was driving in the past, she always said that Lin Sheng fed the big monster and got into the big monster's mouth.

Lin Sheng complained: He is working hard on construction work, and he doesn't know if he will have a chance to drive again.

Yan Qingchen, "He went to inquire about it beforehand, and he will wait for us in front."

When she abandoned the car and walked, Xiao Nuannuan found that there were more pilgrims on the road, and they all seemed to be descending from the mountain.

"Hey, have you heard that the old master of Baiyun temple has become a fairy!"

"I heard about it, so I only came to watch it early in the morning. I don't know if I can get some good luck."

When Xiao Nuannuan heard it, she immediately leaned over and asked, "Uncle, you said that the old temple master has become a god? Have you seen it?" She was always anxious when she heard about Baiyun Temple.

The man glanced at her, "I didn't see it. It was seen by the woodcutter hunter on the east mountain. He said that he went to the mountain to cut firewood a few days ago and got lost. When he walked near the Baiyun Temple at dawn, he saw a gray monk , the white-haired old temple master ascended to the sky with auspicious clouds and became a fairy."

Xiao Nuan Nuan was stunned by the scares.

She turned around and asked Yan Qingchen, "Can people really become immortals?" Although she had heard many stories about real people and immortals in Taoist temples.The pilgrims passing by also said that the old temple master is already over a hundred years old, and that is the posture of a fairy.

(End of this chapter)