Immortal world foodie: husband makes me noodle soup

Chapter 115 Master Take Me To Cultivate, Take Me To Fly
Qian Zang casually took out a steamed bun and handed it over. Yang Juanjuan grabbed his sleeve and looked at it for a long time, but he couldn't see where he took it out, so he asked, "Master, where did you take it out?"

"It's good to have something to eat, don't worry about it so much." Qian Zang expressed that he had a headache. If he was alone, he would sit on the sword and hurry along while practicing.

It's good now, with a little apprentice, and he will say something every now and then, which makes him completely unable to calm down.

"Oh." Yang Juanjuan replied in a low mood, took the steamed bun slowly, and bit two bites fiercely, "Master, I'm choked."

"Here." Qian Zang got a glass of water from somewhere, and Yang Juanjuan gulped down half of it.

Lunch was served with steamed buns and cold water. Yang Juanjuan's mood had already changed from elation to listlessness.

In the afternoon, Qian Zang began to urge her to practice.

Yang Juanjuan really entered the cultivation state at the beginning, but then he ended his cultivation for some reason. Seeing Qian Zang meditating, she was bored by herself, so she leaned on the sword to see the white clouds passing by.

After finally staying up until dark, Yang Juanjuan thought it was time to go down now, she was going to sleep.

In the end, Qian Zang pointed to the broad sword body and said, "Isn't there enough room for you to sleep here?"

After finishing speaking, Qian Zang thoughtfully took out the quilt for Yang Juan to cover.

Yang Juanjuan watched him make a simple bed with repeated steps, five divisions and two divisions, and felt depressed in his heart.

Shaking the quilt in his hands, Yang Juanjuan looked at Qian Zang wanting to cry, "Master, are we going to be like this all the time? We're always on the sword, and we won't go down?"

These days are too monotonous, too blah, blah, blah.It's completely different from her imagination of wandering the streets, eating delicious food, and watching beautiful things.

"Of course not. It's like this when we're on our way. We'll go down when we get to the place." Qian Zang said.

"Where are we going, Master?" Yang Juanjuan was excited that Qian Zang could take her out, but she hadn't asked where she was going yet.

"Go to the Xuezhi Mountain area, and I will let you know when we get there." Qian Zang said, pointing to the quilt, signaling her to go to bed early.

Yang Juanjuan slowly got into the quilt, leaning on the sword, looking at the bright moon and stars in the sky, a word popped into her mind: "Food in the wind and sleep in the open."

Yes, she is the real food and shelter.

The sword flew slowly in the air. Although it flew smoothly, Yang Juanjuan could still feel it moving, and then she couldn't fall asleep.

He opened his eyes again, the sky was still full of stars, and the man beside him was sitting cross-legged, he should have entered the state of cultivation.

"Master, Master..." Yang Juanjuan endured a few times, but still couldn't help calling Qian Zang.

The flying of the sword needs the support of Qianzang's mana, so he is only practicing at a superficial level. He heard Yang Juanjuan's words, and then woke up with his eyes open.

Under the stars, Qian Zang's pair of lavender pupils are particularly deep and attractive.

He lowered his head, hummed to the lying Yang Juanjuan, and asked her what she wanted him to do.

Yang Juanjuan came out of his deep eyes when he heard the sound, turned over and sat up, scratched his hair and said, "The sword keeps moving, I can't sleep."

Qian Zang knew that bringing her by his side would cause a lot of trouble, but he didn't expect it to be so much trouble.

Let Baojian slow down a bit, and he said to her: "Sleep, you can fall asleep when you calm down."

Yang Juanjuan snorted, got into the quilt reluctantly, and planned to try again.

After a cup of tea, a certain volume opened his eyes again, and the sky was full of stars. This feeling is really strange.

Looking at the man next to him, he was sitting there, motionless, not knowing what he was doing.

"Master..." Yang Juanjuan shouted very softly, but Qian Zang still heard it.

"Can't sleep?" The question was questionable, but it was in an affirmative tone.

Yang Juanjuan didn't even bother to sit up this time, because she knew that Qian Zang would not go down.

"I'll try again, maybe I can fall asleep." Yang Juanjuan said while hugging the quilt.

"Don't be brave, get down if you can't sleep." Qian Zang said.

Hearing this, Yang Juanjuan almost cheered, sat up and said loudly, "I can't sleep."

"Get up if you can't sleep. I'll take you to the hotel." Qian Zang stood up, and Yang Juanjuan also stood up and helped fold the quilt.

As soon as Qian Zang grabbed it, he didn't know where he took the quilt.Yang Juanjuan asked him, but he didn't say anything, it was very mysterious.

Yang Juanjuan didn't say anything if he wanted to, it would be nice to be able to take her down.

Qian Zang put away the sword and took Yang Juanjuan directly to find a place to stay for the night.

Fortunately, it was night and no one saw them flying in the sky, otherwise they would be misunderstood as gods if they were seen.

This is also the reason why some disciples of Xiuxian Pavilion go out and cannot use spells in front of people, so as not to cause misunderstanding and panic.

What they came to was a small town, which was quite bustling during the day, but deserted at night.

Qian Zang seldom came to places where human beings lived, so he didn't know much about many things. He thought that as long as he had a place to live, he would be fine.

He chose an inn at random, and the boss led them to the room with a smile on his face.

The room was a bit crude, with only a bed, a table, and a few chairs, but for Qian Zang, such conditions were acceptable.

"The two guests are taking a break, I'm going to prepare meals and hot water." As soon as the boss finished speaking, Qian Zang refused: "No, we only stay for one night and leave tomorrow."

"Okay, okay, then I won't disturb the two of you resting." The boss turned around and was about to leave when he heard Yang Juanjuan's soft voice: "Master, I want to eat."

What kind of person is the boss? As soon as he heard this, he knew that the cute little girl in front of him was hungry, so he immediately smiled and said: "Guest officer, I will bring the food right away."

After finishing speaking, the boss turned and walked out of the room without waiting for them to say anything.

After the boss left, Qian Zang asked puzzledly, "Didn't you eat it?"

"I'm not full." Yang Juanjuan grinned and complained: "The steamed buns are not tasty, and the water is cold. I don't like it. I want to eat hot food."

"Yeah." Qian Zang knew, next time he would remember to heat up the steamed buns and water.

After a while, the boss delivered the food, and Yang Juan smiled happily.Sit down and eat with chopsticks.

After taking a bite, Yang Juanjuan's happy expression disappeared in an instant, replaced by frowning eyebrows, mouth open, an expression of wanting to eat and vomiting.

What kind of seasoning is this dish made of, why is it sour and astringent, and it also has a sour taste.

She changed another dish, same taste.

Oh my god, there were four dishes on the table, all of which tasted the same, and all of them were terrible.

After Yang Juanjuan tasted the four dishes, his expression was as if he had eaten a fly.

(End of this chapter)