Chapter 179

Chen Ping turned around after hearing this, and then realized that Murong Qingcheng had no shadow. He had just been talking to Murong Qingshuang, but he actually forgot the people behind him.

Murong Qingshuang immediately called Murong Qingcheng's cell phone. In a few minutes, Murong Qingcheng hurriedly ran back, got in the car, and kept gasping

Qingcheng, where are you going?

Murong Qingshuang asked the sister behind her while carrying the front of the car.

Oh, I met a classmate, and I forgot the time as I chatted, haha...haha! Murong Qingcheng smiled, his expression a little stiff, and I couldn't tell what she was thinking in her heart

Because I still have to cook at night, Chen Ping didn't have time to pay attention to Murong Qingcheng at this time. I don't know when, Chen Ping had a pen and a small book in his hand. He raised his head and thought hard, and then buried his head in what he wrote.

After a while, Chen Ping looked at Murong Qingshuang and said, "I remember eight dishes, they were all mentioned when you were in the vegetable market. You can tell me what you want to eat. I'll give it my best tonight!"

Anyway, if you want to do it, just do it all at once, and make Murong Qingshuang enough to make Murong Qingshuang happy, so as to save her as if she was angry.

Chen Ping took the notebook to show Murong Qingshuang. Murong Qingshuang was very satisfied with these eight dishes. Logically speaking, these dishes were enough for the three of them, but Murong Qingshuang knew that the next time she ate Chen Ping's meal, she didn't know that she would have to wait until the year of the Monkey, so she thought about the vegetables she bought just now and added a few more. Chen Ping was not angry, and happily wrote the name of the dishes on paper, enjoying them every day, and serving them occasionally once, which is also the right thing to do.

After returning home, Chen Ping changed his clothes and entered the kitchen. Murong Qingshuang was not idle either. After wearing an apron for Chen Ping, she began to help wash vegetables. After all, if there were so many dishes, if Chen Ping was all alone, dinner would probably turn into a midnight snack.

After Murong Qingcheng returned home, he plunged into the bedroom. Murong Qingshuang's bedroom has now completely become Murong Qingshuang's bedroom. Murong Qingshuang didn't say anything. Anyway, she lives in the same room with Shen Ping, and the other bedroom is empty.

Murong Qingcheng was a little strange all day today, and he didn't talk much, and he seemed to be sick. Murong Qingshuang asked several times but didn't ask, so he stopped caring about it. After all, Murong Qingcheng was not young anymore and felt uncomfortable. She should know that it might be some special disease, so she was embarrassed to speak, so Murong Qingshuang stopped disturbing her and was busy in the kitchen with Shen Ping.

After my sister left, Murong Qingcheng closed the door, then took the bag, took out a pocket from it, and filled a lot of things in it.

The bag is not big, but it contains a lot of things, including apples, bananas, oranges, dragon fruits, a few candles and a few incense for worshiping Buddhas. No wonder Murong Qingcheng's bag is so bulging inside. It turns out that there are so many things. Murong Qingcheng thought he would be discovered by Chen Ping and his sister. After worrying for a while, how could she know that in order to think about the recipe for supper, Chen Ping had no time to tease her?

For Chen Ping, if you don’t cook the food, you can’t fool it if you cook it. If you want to cook, you can do your best. You must never ruin your skills. Especially when Murong Qingcheng is there, you can’t let Murong Qingcheng laugh.

Looking at the things all over the ground, Murong Qingcheng nodded with satisfaction, suddenly thought of something, pushed open the door and shouted loudly at the kitchen, Sister, when will we have dinner tonight?

This is the first sentence Murong Qingcheng said today. It made Murong Qingshuang happy for a while and thought that her sister's illness was cured. It seems that this disease requires more rest.

It takes an hour and a half, and it takes a little longer. There are more dishes tonight. If you are hungry, just bear with it and eat more later. You should know that you can not eat the food made by Chen Ping every day.

Murong Qingshuang said loudly

In fact, Murong Qingshuang said this rather than saying it to Murong Qingcheng, she said it to herself. Because of Chen Ping, Murong Qingshuang didn't eat much at noon and was already hungry, but she was holding it back.

Oh! Murong Qingcheng responded, closed the door and locked it inside.

Murong Qingcheng jumped to the window, cleaned up the things on the windowsill, and then added a layer of red cloth to it. This was also what she bought in the supermarket, and finally visited the fruit she bought on the candlestick.

Two candles, placed on the windowsill, lit

Ashtray was used by Chen Ping occasionally when he smoked. In the living room, she secretly walked over. She dug some soil in the flower pot next to her, then poured it into the ashtray, and finally put it in incense and lit it.

Murong Qingcheng cut the remaining piece of red cloth into strips with scissors, tied one to his waist and tied one to his forehead, and finally, Murong Qingcheng got a jade Buddha from somewhere and placed it in front of the windowsill.

The lights in the room were turned off, and there were only two burning candles in the room, and the fragrance was still there.

Murong Qingcheng knelt on the floor with a pious look on his face, put his hands together and placed them in front of his chest, facing the jade Buddha standing in front of the windowsill, smelling the burning incense inside his nose, and muttering words at the bottom...

Heavenly spirit, earthly spirit, Buddha blessed, Amitabha Buddha...

After praying for more than an hour, I said everything I could think of in my heart to the Jade Buddha on the windowsill. I don’t know if the Buddha could hear her prayers, so Murong Qingcheng thought about a few more gods. It’s better to worship than not. Maybe some gods passed by and heard them help her.

In the end, it was not just Buddha Qiu who blessed him. All gods and gods and people with famous names said it. They just thought about it for more than half an hour just by chanting their names. Maybe they were tired of kneeling. Murong Qingcheng finally sat cross-legged on the bed and thought, and only stopped after he couldn't think of it.

Standing in front of the window, prayed three devoutly, and then muttered for a while, then it was done.

When Murong Qingcheng came to his senses, he realized that the room seemed to have become an arsenal, and it was full of smoke. I didn't know that I thought I had just experienced a war here. Although the incense I bought in Murong Qingcheng was the best, and it was known as smokeless and smellless, in a closed room, it was strange that there was no smoke or smellless.

After looking at the time, it was almost time to eat. Murong Qingcheng quickly put away the fruits on the windowsill, and the candles and incense burners were also removed. Finally, he opened the window and placed the smoke inside the house. A gust of cold wind blew in. Murong Qingcheng was planning to do more. The cold wind outside was blowing to the person's body, as if there were blades cutting, but Murong Qingcheng had no choice. He couldn't let his sister think she was doing a cult here, right?

So I can only wear a cotton coat and keep fanning!

After hanging for five or six minutes, the room was as cold as an ice warehouse. Murong Qingcheng couldn't help it. He quickly closed the window and turned on the air conditioner to make the room warm quickly, but there was still a smell of burning incense in the room, even on the quilt.

But Murong Qingcheng had no intention of changing it. She thought that the quilt had a little fragrance, and when she went to bed at night, ghosts, demons, and other things would not be on her body!

Murong Qingcheng was considering whether to put some garlic on the bed when he was sleeping at night. I heard that it could scare ghosts.

Qingcheng, come out for dinner!

Just then, Murong Qingshuang's voice came from outside

Murong Qingcheng was glad that she ended in time, otherwise it would be bad if her sister saw her. Although she lives here now, this is her sister's room after all. She looked at the time and it was almost seven o'clock and her stomach was rumbling with hunger.

After leaving the bedroom and coming to the restaurant, Murong Qingcheng was stunned when he saw the table full of dishes.

Murong Qingcheng's eyes stayed on each dish for a while, and then counted, there were as many as twelve dishes. This was the most sumptuous meal she had lived here. She looked at Chen Ping who walked out of the kitchen. The other party was wearing an apron. Could it be that these were made by this stinky man?

Although Murong Qingcheng knew that Chen Ping could cook and had good skills, he didn't expect that Chen Ping would do so much at once. Is there any happy event worth celebrating today?

What does it smell? It seems that something is burning, and where is it on fire? Murong Qingshuang, who was placing chopsticks, suddenly moved her agile little nose and asked curiously

No...I don't know! Murong Qingcheng said vaguely, then sat down, and didn't change his clothes when he came out, so he couldn't help but smell fragrant

But soon, the fragrance of the food also overwhelmed the fragrance of Murong Qingcheng. Murong Qingshuang did not continue to say it, and Murong Qingcheng also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The three of them sat down. Murong Qingshuang didn't know where to find a bottle of red wine, ate stir-frying dishes and red wine, and didn't know what this woman thought. Maybe in her heart, she couldn't drink white wine but couldn't drink it, and she felt that there was no atmosphere when drinking juice, so she chose red wine.

Chen Ping knew that his skills were good, but he never liked to eat the dishes he made. Good chefs were like this. Seeing others eating the dishes he made with relish, this is what cooks most are most willing to see.

Murong Qingcheng just ate without saying anything. It can be seen that she was very satisfied with Chen Ping's craftsmanship. Although she didn't say anything, her bite after bite has already explained everything. Moreover, her appetite today is obviously more than usual. When she meets what she likes, she keeps picking up small chopsticks, and her mouth is also full.

Of course, Murong Qingshuang is the one who eats the most and is the most active. In fact, this is not just because Chen Ping cooks well. In addition, Murong Qingshuang's mentality is the biggest factor in her appetite. Thinking that this meal was made for her by Chen Ping, and she also cooked so much, Murong Qingshuang's heart was so beautiful, so she naturally ate more.

Chen Ping was eating bitelessly, a little absent-minded

Alas, eating what I made myself, whether I could eat anything or not, Murong Qingcheng was silenced and didn't say anything, while Murong Qingshuang was just eating, so the atmosphere seemed a bit depressing. Except for Murong Qingshuang occasionally praised that this dish was delicious and that dish was delicious, she said nothing else.

It feels like the atmosphere is not as good as usual

Chen Ping felt that he would not cook anymore in the future, so he should eat the one made by Murong Qingshuang!

Murong Qingcheng consciously packed up the dining table. She cleaned up the dishes and bowls these days.

I guess this girl also thinks that eating, drinking and living here is not that good, so she does some work within her ability.

After tidying up the kitchen, Murong Qingcheng did not watch her favorite TV series as usual, but returned to the room and closed the door, and didn't know what to do inside.

Murong Qingshuang has asked many times. She didn't say anything about her sister, but she also felt it was not easy to disturb her, so she went back to the bedroom, took out her laptop, and continued to do her costume design.

Both women suddenly became quiet, and Chen Ping felt a little uncomfortable. He watched TV for a while without doing anything, and the TV series was boring laughter one after another. This is also called a burden?

Too bored, Chen Ping finally turned off the TV and returned to the room

The room was very warm. When I pushed the door in, I saw Murong Qingshuang only wore a thin close-fitting shirt, and her lower body was home sports pants. She sat on the chair and couldn't help but feel itchy.

This is how men and women look like. At the beginning, they are addicted and want to do it when they see seductive scenes. Besides, it is normal for young people to be unable to control them. When they get tired of it, they will be less clingy.

Chen Ping didn't know how long Murong Qingshuang's body would give him freshness, but at least the temptation is very great now, Chen Ping couldn't resist it, so Chen Ping didn't care so much, he just did whatever he wanted, and lived a little more freely.

Walked quietly behind Murong Qingshuang, pressing her hands against the other person's plump breasts through her clothes

I don’t know if it’s Chen Ping’s credit, but in the past few days, Murong Qingshuang’s breasts are getting bigger and bigger, and the feeling of touch is getting better and better. It can always make Chen Ping feel extremely excited.