Chapter 313 "Senior Brother helps dry..."

In the kitchen.

It was originally a warm atmosphere when chatting halfway through the conversation.

But it suddenly became a mess.

Xie Lingjiang seemed to have touched a hot soldering iron, and her delicate body shook her hands.

Like a little white rabbit, she was so scared by the big-tailed wolf that she didn't dare to move any longer. She supported the table with both hands, kept leaning forward slightly, and lay on the stove.

Xie Lingjiang turned his back to Ouyang Rong.

Ouyang Rong, who was close to him, felt the soft and delicate body of the beauty in his arms gradually getting hot, and he couldn't help but look at her pink neck and side face.

This small monk's robe is indeed too thin and tight.

This was the first thought that emerged in his mind at this moment.

The stunning little girl kneading the dough lies on the stove, burying her head, like a docile snow-white lamb, being bullied, and being gentle and obedient.

It makes people feel vaguely unable to help but want to bully her even more excessively.

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but look at the red blood-like jade-like ear beads that were so close to him.

The junior sister didn't know what she was thinking, so she was a head-burning ostrich, without saying a word, and did not break the deadlock between the two of them.

However, the slight and unpleasant "um" sound that came from the gap in her arms was accompanied by his accidentally slight movements, and she could roughly guess the movements behind her were also paying attention to the movements behind her.

The two of them who only confessed to their hands tonight, and the atmosphere around them fell into a brief silence.

Until Ouyang Rong's voice broke the silence:

"Well, look at my memory. I don't think I have a skirt knife, hahaha."

The delicate body of the little girl in the monk's robe in front of the stove was slightly loose.

"Yeah~" a nasal sound that seemed to be moaning.

Immediately, she felt the empty space behind her, and the slender body, which looked like a huge stove, broke away from her buttocks.

In addition to the iron-like heat that disappeared, Xie Lingjiang couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

It seemed like the filling was suddenly pulled away by someone, leaving only the cold air invading and burrowing into the clothes, cool and empty, constantly reminding the fullness of the moment before.

"I've almost kneaded the dough, I'll go to the kitchen to wash my hands." He ran away without looking back, and his back bent slightly.

"You go back..."

Xie Lingjiang couldn't help looking back. Before she could finish her words, she saw that there was no one in the kitchen, as empty as her heart at this time.

Ouyang Rong had already walked out of the door and went outside.

Xie Lingjiang was worried about gains and losses, and was happy and annoyed and murmured with what he hadn't finished just now: "... Come back, Mutou."

She looked down at the dough, then looked at the back of her hands that were reddishly rubbed by him, and she suddenly lost the interest of rubbing it again.

At this moment, Xie Lingjiang vaguely heard that he seemed to have gone to the dormitory.

After a while, Ouyang Rong returned "washed his hands" and strode into the kitchen.

"It's finished." He said calmly.

Xie Lingjiang felt a little relaxed, turned around and looked at the return senior brother with a skirt knife on his waist.

She pursed her red lips.

Just now, Ouyang Rong quickly left and went out. When Xie Lingjiang turned around, he did not see clearly whether he was walking with a knife on his skirt.

Or... is that hot skirt knife as hot as a soldering iron the same one now?

But the flour on his hands was washed cleanly and was quite fast.

Xie Lingjiang glanced and quietly withdrew his gaze.

"Let's just put the noodles after rubbing them." Ouyang Rong said calmly.

"good."

There was a job to do, and the two of them immediately abandoned their distractions and became busy in the humble kitchen in this temple.

About half an hour later.

A large bowl of hot longevity noodles was brought to the wooden table in the dormitory by Ouyang Rong.

Put it in front of Xie Lingjiang.

"Okay, listen to you, no cilantro added."

"Corella?" Xie Lingjiang tilted her head.

Ouyang Rong changed a name she could understand: "Culian."

"Thank you, senior brother."

Xie Lingjiang happily pulled out a pair of chopsticks, rubbed them in his hands, and prepared to start eating.

Immediately, a big hand covered the noodle bowl.

Xie Lingjiang was stunned, looked up, Ouyang Rong smiled with a narrowed eyes

"Where are you calling me Senior Brother?"

"Then...what should that be called?" She frowned her little nose.

Ouyang Rong nodded: "Can't think of it? Then call Mr. Ouyang."

"Think beautifully!"

Xie Lingjiang immediately straightened his waist and rolled his eyes.

Ouyang Rong smiled and said nothing, retracting his palm.

Xie Lingjiang, who had already been whispering secretly, got through the topic and immediately started to move, lowered his head and slid his face.

Ouyang Rong, who was a little spicy expert, put a little dogwood in it, and the spicy taste was mixed into the lard.

Xie Lingjiang followed Ouyang Rong for so long and gradually fell in love with spicy food. Although he couldn't eat too much, the bowl of longevity noodles is just so spicy that it's just one step to the stomach.

It's true that someone has grasped the stomach.

Under the candlelight, the little girl in the monk's clothes holding a bowl by the table finished whisking half a bowl of noodles. The pink lips of the red rouge were washed away by the rain, and became red and tender and swollen.

"Hiss~"

The oil stains and chopped green onions stick to the corners of her red lips, and I forgot to wipe them. I sucked the air so spicy that I couldn't put the bowl.

Xie Lingjiang became more and more excited as she ate.

It seems that I have been hungry for a long time tonight.

Ouyang Rong, who was sitting opposite the table, supported her chin with her hands and looked at her with a smile, silent.

Xie Lingjiang, who was looking down, felt embarrassed when he was seen, and looked up at him:

"Why don't you eat?"

Ouyang Rong shook his head: "Don't be hungry."

"real?"

“Fidelity.”

Xie Lingjiang looked at him, suddenly reached out and grabbed the back of his hand that he placed on the table. She seemed to feel the warm temperature, and then she exhaled and let go of her hand.

"Okay, if you are hungry, please say immediately, don't hide it from me." Xie Lingjiang Ban's face said: "It's the same as the wind and cold that comes into your body, so don't carry it quietly."

Ouyang Rong looked helpless: "My body is not that weak."

Xie Lingjiang Liu's eyebrows were slightly raised, and his tone was pretending to be fierce: "This is not accurate. Someone has an example, and he almost scared him to death at that time."

"Okay, okay."

Ouyang Rong looked at the little junior sister who was covered with chopped oil stains on the corner of her mouth and laughed and agreed.

He raised his chin and signaled:

"Eat quickly, it's going to be cold, and the noodles can't be blocked no matter how much they are."

"Hmph."

Xie Lingjiang narrowed his eyes and demonstrated, picked up the noodle bowl that was bigger than her pretty face and continued to whip the noodles.

Ouyang Rong seemed to enjoy this quiet moment, with a peaceful expression. He turned around from time to time to watch the rain that was getting lighter outside the door, and looked back at the young junior sister who was fed.

After a while, after eating more than half a bowl of noodles, Xie Lingjiang felt her stomach slowly warm up, and together they also had a delicate body under the thin monk's robe.

She subconsciously raised her hand to unbutton a neckline button, and immediately exposed her thin collarbone, like an exquisite work of art.

Ouyang Rong glanced at him, walked to the stove, and when he returned, he brought back a fox white fur shawl and draped it on her shoulders with his own hands.

"Don't untie it. It will naturally be hot when you have enough food, but it will catch a cold later. If your collar is tight, put this on first."

Xie Lingjiang bowed his head and was quiet for a while, then he looked at him and exhaled like orchid: "You know it's tight, who has worn the big one away?"

"Ah, what does it mean?" Ouyang Rong showed a harmless expression: "What big is small?"

Xie Lingjiang was immediately angry and snorted coldly, continued to lower his head to eat noodles, ignoring the bad guy.

Ouyang Rong blinked his eyes, sat back on his seat, supported his chin, and stared at her quietly.

One person eats noodles, and the other person is in a daze.

The orange candlelight on the table pulled the two of them very long.
To be continued...