Quick Transmigration: Sword Master's Thousand-Layer Routine

Chapter 45 Thinking [Pu Jianzun's Birthday Congratulations] + Daily Extras
1. think

Mingying actually doesn't care about her birthday.

The family she was born in was not rich, neither particularly bad nor particularly good.

Parents are lovers of authoritative education, and like to use their status as elders to oppress others. No matter what she does, she will be dictated by her parents. Since she was a child, Mingying has lived in their shadow.

But that doesn't mean her parents don't love her.

Mingying didn't understand when she was a child, but she would be obedient and follow their arrangements. When she grows up, she will understand her parents' hard work and will not disobey them.

The only time he rebelled was probably when he rejected the blind date arranged by his parents.

Fortunately, her parents did not force her, and she also learned to resist, and had a life that truly belonged to her.

There is also... someone who really cares about her and likes her.

Mingying didn't even remember her birthday, which was insignificant to her, but that person always took it to heart.

Gradually, Mingying also cares about a person's birthday.

Lying at home in a daze, she only remembered when she saw the express box. It was Pu Zhan's birthday gift that she had ordered before.

Thinking of what she was going to do tonight...

A red cloud appeared on Mingying's cheeks, she looked around, and carefully opened the box like a thief.

The black fabric in the box is thin and transparent, and the skin can be seen at a glance.

The matching bunny ears and tail look exceptional, and the furry texture is quite nice too.

... Today's gift is herself.

Pu Zhan came to the real world, from a black household to the current executive of a certain company, he is no longer the poor ghost he was before.

After he got rich, he bought real estate and proposed marriage to Mingying's parents. The two got engaged, but as a fiancée, Pu Zhan never did anything special.

If it hadn't been for the experience of wiping a gun and misfiring on weekdays, she would have doubted whether Pu Zhan was dead.

One time she couldn't help asking him this question, and what she got was Pu Zhan's helpless and doting smile: "Aying, I want to get married justifiably."

Oh... so it's the so-called sense of ritual.

But Pu Jianzun is not the only one who misfires every time, Mingying herself is also working hard!
Let me ask a handsome guy with a hot body and good looks who dangles in front of him every day, who can not react? !

Especially when the other party is still his legitimate fiancé!
A saint can't bear it, let alone an ordinary person.

That's why there is a gift-giving plan for this birthday.

...

The two are already living together.

According to Pu Zhan's usual habits, he will arrive home on time at seven o'clock in the evening, and there are still several hours before this time.

Mingying's working hours are free, so she didn't have to be in a hurry to arrange it. She obediently cooked dinner and made a bowl of longevity noodles by the way. 】

When Pu Zhan opened the door, he felt that the room was pitch black.

Of course it is not dark now, but some people have drawn all the curtains in the house.

Before he could do anything, a flickering light appeared, and a little girl in home clothes came over with a bowl of Changshou noodles. The candle on the side of the tray illuminated her smile.

"Brother Zhan, happy birthday."

The little girl put the longevity noodles on the dining table, lit the other candles, closed the door, and dragged him to sit down on the main seat.

Under the bright candlelight is a table full of dishes, it can be seen that the owner of the arrangement is very careful.

The little girl sitting next to Pu Zhan also raised the corners of her lips.

"Aying, thank you."

When he was struggling in the dark countless times, he didn't dare to hope that one day, she would appear in front of him and make soup for him.

In the beginning, to Mingying, he was just a bunch of game data...

Later, even if he came here, Pu Zhan didn't dare to hope that the little girl would like her.

After all, who would fall in love with a virtual being?
But the little girl proved it with her actions, she put him in her heart.

"Don't be so polite..." Mingying gave Pu Zhan a dissatisfied look, and pushed the noodles in front of him: "Let's eat longevity noodles first."

The two of them didn't speak during the meal, Pu Zhan wanted to clean up the dishes, but was driven out of the kitchen by the little girl, known as the birthday star who couldn't do the work with his hands.

Waiting for Pu Zhan to wash up, the little girl has already poured two glasses of red wine.

The little girl can drink quite well, but she has a strict family education, so she can count the number of times she drank with two hands since she was a child, and she has never been so drunk.

It was rare to pour wine this time, and Pu Zhan didn't want to spoil the fun, so he took a couple of sips in cooperation.

The alcohol content is not low, but the strange thing is that Mingying didn't persuade Pu Zhan to drink, but she drank so high that Pu Zhan watched her kill a bottle.

Then, the little girl with a blushing face and unsteady steps ran back to the bedroom.

When he came out again, the home clothes on his body had long since disappeared, replaced by a black short skirt that was half-covered and couldn't hide the key parts.

At the same time, there are also a pair of white rabbit ears on the ears.

When the little girl rushed over, Pu Zhan picked her up and found that there was a fluffy tail behind her.

This... Pu Zhan really didn't hold back.

With his beloved in his arms, how could he not respond at all?
He is just a layman, never a heartless god or Buddha.

Everything she asks and thinks is all her own.

The little girl in his arms thought he wanted to refuse, so she was so enthusiastic about her hands and feet that she suffered a lot in the middle of the night.

Pu Jianzun, who was originally "experienced", couldn't restrain himself like a boy with a hairy head. (referring to book experience)

And the seduced little girl stopped cooking early, her voice became hoarse, and she didn't get any pity from the man.

When she woke up the next day, she only hated herself for being so naive.

How could this kind of old man, who had lived for an unknown number of years, stop once he started eating.

2. About chestnut
The washed chestnuts were put aside, and Jian Zun didn't need to turn his head to know that the girl on the side had been staring at him with those moist eyes.

"Please..." The girl looked at him pitifully for a quarter of an hour.

"Why do you have to do it yourself?" Master Jian really didn't understand why she had to do it herself for something that could be bought for a few pennies at the foot of the mountain.

After blowing up the kitchen by himself, not only did he not give up, he even set his mind on him.

Seeing the helpless expression on the man's face, the girl stepped up her firepower: "The ones sold at the foot of the mountain are not fresh, and they are not big enough, so why don't you help me..."

While speaking, she leaned forward and hugged Sword Master's arm.

The soft touch on the arm made the man's ears turn red.

In the earlier years, he would have thrown her hand away and scolded her for being shameless.

But now...

"Please, husband~" the girl persisted.

They are now husband and wife, Taoist couples witnessed by the Dao of Heaven.

"Only this once." As soon as Sword Master finished speaking, the girl let go of her hand and took out her apron.

"My husband, let me tie your apron for you!"

Before the man moved, the girl took the initiative to lean into his arms: "Lower your head."

Lord Jianzun, who had put on his apron, was pushed into the kitchen.

The girl quickly ran away, leaving Jianzun alone in the kitchen.

Seeing the invisible Taoist companion, Sword Master shook his head, and then drew out his natal sword.

Compared with a kitchen knife, it is better to use your own natal sword.

After all, it wasn't the first time that he used his natal sword to cook for her. Master Jian skillfully made crosses on the washed chestnuts one by one.

Half a fist-sized chestnut is put into the pot and poured into cold water to submerge.

Then pour in a spoonful of sugar and a spoonful of oil.

The fire was lit and boiled for a while.

The aroma of chestnut wafted out, and half of the water evaporated, revealing half of the chestnut body. At the same time, the fire turned into a small fire.

Waiting for only the bubbling sugar juice left in the pot, Jian Zun began to turn it over.

Seeing that the chestnuts were completely coated with the sugar juice, the chestnuts became oily, and the sugar juice at the bottom of the pot dried up, Jian Zun finally turned off the fire.

When he came out with the chestnut in his hand, the missing girl reappeared and threw herself into his arms excitedly.

To be precise, it jumped on the sugar-fried chestnuts he was carrying.

The force of rushing over was a bit strong, and Master Jian subconsciously stretched out his hand to protect him.

When he looked down at the person in his arms, the girl in his arms was holding something and handed it to his mouth.

"Thank you for your hard work, you should try it first."

Looking at the sweet chestnuts around his mouth, the man smiled, then opened his mouth slightly, and swallowed the peeled chestnuts.

The soft tip of her tongue licked the girl's fingertips.

Because of peeling chestnuts, the girl's fingertips also have chestnut candies.

"It's sweet."

The man's voice was a little hoarse, looking at the girl who was a little embarrassed in his arms, he said these two words meaningfully.

I don't know if I'm talking about chestnuts, or...

"... Sweet is sweet, you..." The girl pressed the back of her hand to her hot cheek, and stuffed the remaining chestnut into her mouth: "Hmph, I won't give you the rest."

The man clasped the girl's head with one hand, lowered his head and kissed her.

The sudden kiss made the girl close her eyes subconsciously, and the breath as light as a feather fell on her face.

It's not as intense as a storm, but it's as gentle as a spring breeze, moist and soft, but you can't get rid of it, and it's also mixed with the aroma of chestnuts.

The girl with limp legs was hugged into his arms, and the man seemed to be in a good mood.

"Ma'am, let's go back to our room."

　It’s a side story written in my spare time [Touch your chin, writing a side story is happier than the main text]

　　
　
(End of this chapter)