Article 371

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"anything else?"

Allen Chu coughed lightly. Fortunately, the firelight was already warm, and it reflected his face, but there was no difference in his expression. He said: "No."

Mo Ran smiled and said: "I have just fed you, and there is still one last piece of nougat left. If you eat more, it will be gone."

Because he was relaxed, he chose words carelessly and did not think carefully.

So naturally, I said the word "feed". But of course the apprentice would never dare to talk to the master like this. The words "pampering" and "power" in these two words are too strong. For example, the owner feeds the beloved child, the emperor feeds the wife and concubines, and it can even be extended to the meaning of "love on the bed". During this time, the conqueror above used his hot flesh to feed the moaning people below.

Chu Wanning was soaked in such rough words, and he didn't recover for a long time.

After the rice is steamed, it is necessary to spread the board. This is a physical job. The strong men in the village have to use wooden hammers to beat the rice cakes. The village chief gave Mo Ran a wooden hammer wrapped in gauze, and wanted to pass one to Chu Wanning. Stopped by Mo Ran.

Mo Ran smiled and said: "Village Chief, my master has never done this job, he can't fight well."

"..." Chu Wanning was silent beside him.

He was very unwilling, even a little angry, because since he came out of the mountain to now, no one has ever been able to associate him with the three words "do not do well".

From other people's mouths, what he can always hear is a request, a please, "Immortal Lord, how about you do me a favor?"

This was the first time someone stopped him and said, "He can't do it. He can't do it well."

Chu Wanning is very annoyed. He wants to shout angrily, but you can't do it well!

But he endured it and endured it.

Because Mo Ran was telling the truth, he really couldn't do it well.

Finally, the village chief arranged for them to sit in front of a stone mortar. Steamed rice noodles had already been placed in the stone mortar, and steam was rising out of it.

Mo Ran said: "Master, I will make the rice cakes later. Remember to turn the rice cakes over every three times. Be careful not to burn your hands, and don't be too hasty to avoid being hit by me. .”

"...If you can hit me with a hammer, stop cultivating like an immortal and go home and farm."

Mo Ran smiled: "I just said, don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens."

Allen Chu was too lazy to talk nonsense to him. He was already swinging in pairs next to him. He didn't want to be too far behind, so he stood next to the stone mortar and said, "Come on."

Mo Ran dropped the wooden hammer, and the first blow was very heavy. It hit the soft and hot rice noodles solidly. The rice noodles sank in and wrapped the hammer. He hit it back and forth three times and raised the bright With his eyes, he said to Chu Wanning: "Master, turn over."

Chu Wanning turned the rice dumpling over, and Mo Ran dropped the hammer again.

After several rounds of cooperation, their rhythm has been mastered very well. Basically, Mo Ran lifted it up for the third time, and Chu Wanning turned the dumpling over neatly. As soon as his hand was removed, Mo Ran laid down a new one. A blow. Beating rice cakes seems simple, but the strength must be mastered well. The person who beats must be very strong and energetic. Do this over and over again for countless times. When the rice noodles are completely sticky and the sticks and pulls continue, it is completed.

After being so busy for a while, Mo Ran's face was not red, but his heart was not beating, but the farmers next to him were a little tired, and they started shouting in a rough voice: "One, two, three - one, two, three -" they were shouting for the hammer drop. The rhythm, Mo Ran felt that it was interesting, so he played together according to their rhythm, until the rice balls were half sticky. The people next to him were panting, but Mo Ran felt nothing. He smiled and said to Chu Wanning: "Come again."

Chu Wanning glanced at him. The young man's forehead was covered with sweat, and it was shining brightly in the sun, with a honey-like color. His lips were also slightly open, and he did not sigh tiredly like ordinary people, but his breathing was somewhat heavy and his chest heaved.

Seeing Allen Chu looking at him, he was stunned for a moment, raised his sleeves and wiped his face. His eyes were as bright as stars. He smiled: "What's wrong? Is there rice noodles on your face?"

"No."

"That is……"

Allen Chu looked at him, who was so hot and sweaty, but folded his clothes to his Adam's apple in an honest manner, that he suddenly couldn't bear it. He asked: "Are you hot?"

Yesterday he asked Mo Ran whether it was cold or not, and today he asked Mo Ran whether it was hot or not. This really confused Mo Ran. The temperature in the two days was not much different. He was stunned for a while before saying: "I still good."

"Take it off when it's hot."

"If Master doesn't like it, I won't take it off."

"..." Chu Wanning said, "I am sweating all over, which is even more annoying."

Now that he said this, the ink itself was already sticky and uncomfortable, so he removed the outer robe and upper garment and threw it on the graphite next to him. Chu Wanning looked at it coldly, but his heart gradually became hot. He watched the ink burn on the graphite. The broad shoulders and solid arms were exposed at the side. After taking off the inner layer of underwear, you could almost feel the hot air rushing towards your face. As expected, Mo Ran was covered in sweat, and there was a moist and oily sheen under the sun. Like a mermaid out of the water, he turned around and smiled at Chu Wanning, so handsome that he was dazzling.

"Two immortals, do you want a drink of water?" The village elder's wife came over one by one with a cup of tea and asked them.

Mo Ran returned to the stone mortar, picked up the wooden hammer again, and said with a smile: "No, I'm not thirsty yet."

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