Is my master a villain?Don't worry, I'll show it off first

Wan He watched it disappear into Yanyu Pavilion with a miraculous speed and raised his eyebrows.

"If you want the horse to run, you have to give it grass to eat!"

She took out another gift box and hung it on Shusi: "This one is for the second senior brother, and you too, go and come back quickly!"

Shusi's injuries were treated by Wan He. Since he had never competed with the snake, he stayed in Yanyu Pavilion and served as Wan He's mount.

It has a good temper, and Wan He will do whatever he says, but he doesn't want to go to Yuzhao Pavilion. Firstly, he doesn't want to see the ugly appearance of the snake, and secondly, he doesn't want to see Yan Xiu, a blind man.

Seeing that Shu Si was not very active, Wan He also took out a pill: "There will be a reward for Si Si when he comes back!"

Shusi picked up Yantong's portion and threw it on his back. Wanhe suddenly understood: "Are you going to give it to senior sister too?

Oops, are we, Sis, really so sensible?

Even more diligent than Xiao Jiu'er, he actually has to deliver so much in one trip?

Otherwise, give them to the fourth, fifth, and sixth brothers, right? "

Shusi looked at the beams, eyes blank: I just don’t want to give it to my second son, why would my master think I want to give it to everyone?

Wanhe enthusiastically placed lunch boxes on Shusi's back. After placing them neatly one by one, he wrote a note on each box, Yuzhao Pavilion, Qingxue Tower, Yunzhongtian, Cuizhuxuan, and Chaolai Island in order. emission.

"Okay, let's go Piccas!"

I flew away helplessly for several lifetimes.

Wan He picked up the remaining three portions, first flashed to Elder Qiu's yard, put down the food box and mugwort, then went to Elder Zeng, and finally came to Cangya Peak.

"Master, this is Xiaoqi's way of honoring your old man!"

Yanmo opened the box and the strange smell came again.

"Xiao Qi, Master knows that you love cooking, but I really don't like eating much anymore. I have been abstinent for many years, and my desire for words has disappeared, so there is no need..."

"Master, these are rice dumplings to commemorate a patriotic poet. Every year on May [-]th, we have dragon boat races, make rice dumplings, hang wormwood and buy gourds, for good luck.

Try it, it’s delicious! "

In this era when there was no Dragon Boat Festival, it took her a lot of effort and a lot of spiritual stones to gather these things and make decent rice dumplings.

Yan Mo saw her earnest gaze and couldn't bear to hurt her heart.

"Okay, then master, let's have a taste..."

Wan He lowered his head and rummaged through the gourd in the Qiankun bag: "Master, this is a gourd made of golden straw that I dyed with the fragrance of gardenia. If you hang it up, it will keep you safe——"

She held it up happily and raised her head to meet Yan Mo's disgusted gaze.

Looking down, Yan Mo actually took the whole rice dumpling and took a bite. Yes, he didn't peel off the skin or remove the stitches.

"Xiao Qi, this thing tastes okay, but the skin is not very tasty..."

Wanhe:......

"Master, Xiao Qi is wrong.

This is how you eat it! "

Yan Mo watched her slender white fingers twisting and tearing apart the red thread, peeling off the green rice dumpling leaves. When contrasted with the white glutinous rice inside, her fingers looked even more crystal-clear like jade.

In a blink of an eye, these hands held up the rice dumplings and handed them to his mouth: "Ah——"

Yan Mo didn't even think about it, and reflexively opened his mouth to bite it.

The sweetness of the glutinous rice and the softness and delicateness of the bean paste exploded in your mouth, and some memories suddenly exploded in your mind.

"Master, this is stuffed with red bean paste. It will be more delicious if dipped in honey and sugar.

Which one does Master want? "

"Both of them?"

Wan He took out bottles, cans, dishes and spoons from the Qiankun bag and looked at him.

"Of course Master, otherwise what would I do with the Qiankun bag you gave me?"

Yan Mo: Of course it’s not for you to install these kitchen seasoning supplies.

But he didn't say anything, he just raised his chin slightly to indicate to her to try some honey first.

One bite, two bites. If you replace the sugar, it will be one bite and two bites.

The last bite rolled into their mouths, and both of them were stunned for a moment.

Just because the tip of his tongue accidentally touched her fingertips.

Wan He reacted and immediately opened a piece of meat: "Master, it turns out you want to eat meat?

Come on, come on, this tastes salty and fragrant, ah——"

Yan Mo: "I'm not, don't talk nonsense, I didn't! Ouch!"

Wan He didn't give him a chance to continue to quibble, and stuffed a big one in again. As long as he opened his mouth slower, he might feed it into his nose.

"How about it, Master? Does this taste good?"

"Well, it's not bad..."

He felt that this thing was really magical. It was so sweet and fragrant that it felt like life was coated with honey and had a rich salty taste. He suddenly realized that food is something that doesn't matter if it is lost or not.

After finishing this one, he couldn't hold it anymore, but for the last bite, both of them were extremely careful to avoid contact with their fingers and lips, and the result was that it fell on Wan He's shoe.

Yan Mo: "Ah... what a pity!"

Wan He suddenly understood again: "It doesn't matter, Master, it absolutely doesn't matter, there are still salty eggs!"

Psychological activity: I didn’t expect Master to love eating so much. Fortunately, I have arranged every filling for Master, so I’m satisfied!

Yanmo:......

Psychological activity: No, I have absolutely no intention of eating anymore. What are you busy with there?

Why did you start peeling off your skin again?

The fingers are really pretty, just like that person...

Oh no, I'm just symbolically expressing that I didn't eat the rice dumplings that fell on your shoes. It's a pity. Actually, it's not a pity. I'm already very full. If you hadn't fed me, I wouldn't have been able to eat another bite. …

It fell well, it fell wonderfully, and the frog croaked when it fell!

But what do you mean by holding up another rice dumpling and feeding it to me?

Wan He: "Ah——"

Yan Mo: "Ah - woo!"

Wan He: "Master, which one tastes the best?"

Yan Mo: I want to cry, but I have to hold it back.

"Xiao Qi, do your senior brothers and sisters have a share?"

"Yes, I've asked Xiao Jiu'er and Sisi to send it off!"

Yan Mo: "Oh, then do they know how to eat it?"

Wan He was stunned for a moment: "It seems, maybe I don't know..."

"Then why don't you tell them quickly?"

"Okay, Master, you can eat by yourself, eat slowly, and just order some tea..."

Yan Mo: What kind of tea or water can I drink?

A person who has not eaten for hundreds of years suddenly made an exception and ate three rice dumplings for his first meal. He didn't want to sleep unless he went out to find some unlucky people tonight.

But on the surface, he remained calm and looked very happy: "Well, good..."

"Oh, Master, here are four more..." Wan He stood up, remembered something, and spoke again.

Yan Mo coughed twice, feeling that the mouthful in his mouth was really uncomfortable to swallow. There are four more?

"No, Xiao Qi, Master knows that you have a hard time making zongzi, but do you have to eat it in one go to find a good sign?"

Wan He burst out laughing: "Master misunderstood, I mean, these four are for Feng Xiao's Xia Mang!"

Feng Xiao and Xia Mang looked at each other and saw resistance in each other's eyes.