Xue Ling returned to the kitchen and lit the oil lamp. The inn often had cooked beef in the inn. It was changed every Monday, and it looked like fifty or sixty pounds. She took out the beef, picked up the kitchen knife and took the knife and then divided the beef into several large pieces.

Usually, a pound of beef costs only fifty dollars, which is half a pound of silver. Even if it is cut and put on a plate, a plate of lantern beef costs only seventy cents. Ningxia actually offered a pound of silver and a pound of meat, which was almost twenty times the price, and it was not a pound or two pounds, but thirty pounds in one breath.

To be honest, it is really difficult to do this kind of business.

Maybe the gold in Ningxia is not the serious way?

But no matter whether it is a serious person or not, it is really difficult to convince yourself not to do business.

While thinking about this, Xue Ling kept dividing the beef into large pieces of five kilograms per serving, wrapped it with dried lotus leaves and put it aside. Soon, he wrapped six purses and tied them one by one with straw ropes.

Xue Ling has been a cook for several months. She has a martial arts foundation and is a big deal to be a chef. However, over the past few months, I have done so many things in the meat packaging, and gradually I can make it easier to practice.

Just as Xue Ling was tying her third purse, she heard the sound of the door opening. She looked up and saw that Fang Bie had already walked in and closed the door.

Xue Ling looked at Fang Bie and didn't dare to speak at that moment.

She reached out and pointed silently.

"It's okay, it's all in the guest room." Fang Bie said quietly.

"She didn't eat you?" Xue Ling blurted out the first sentence.

Fang Bie smiled: "She is a young man herself, what should she eat?"

"What?" Xue Ling was shocked.

She never thought it would be the answer anyway.

Why do I feel a little giggling at that moment?

"How do you know!" Xue Ling's second reaction was this.

Fang Bie doesn't look like a girl who reads countless times?

"Because I am a disciple of Master Daoqing of Pudu Temple?" Fang Bie said with a smile.

Xue Ling didn't react.

Master Daoqing of Pudu Temple is a stalk of the Tianlong Ba tribe. As the saying goes, Xu Zhu brought four swords of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum into Shaolin but was seen through by Jiumozhi. He was mocking Shaolin Temple for filth and filth, and the garden was full of spring scenery. When the scene was once very awkward, Master Daoqing stepped forward and said, "I see these four girls with straight eyebrows and waists, thin necks and straight backs..." In an instant, it proved Xu Zhu's innocence.

However, since then, the name of Master Daoqing's veteran driver has gradually spread like wildfire. Even before someone gets married, he often asks Master Daoqing to take his palms, but this is the story later.

Fang Bie immediately said, "Well, just think I was guessing."

"Tsk." Xue Ling sneered, then looked at Fang Bie: "Okay, then what's going on in Ningxia?"

"There are so many inns in Luocheng, why do you come to our store?"

And Xue Ling was a little guilty. Although he had never made a living with human buns, Xiaohun Inn was a black shop, it was actually quite certain that Xiaohun Inn was a black shop.

"Hei Wu has been forced to get so many moves from Master Kong Wu. Kong Wu passed away. Hei Wu is the Vajra God of War, unharmed?" Fang Bie smiled and said, "But I don't know where Ningxia picked up Hei Wu back. It's late at night now, and the inn in the city is not open. Besides, she is a foreign woman, and she has a strange boy around her. Who dares to pick her up?"

"We dare!" Xue Ling blurted out, full of resentment.

Grudge, grudge.

Wouldn’t it be enough to lock Ningxia outside?

If you have to put it in, it will be troublesome.

"I don't make a bastard if I have money." Fang Bie smiled and said, "Don't talk about me, even if Sister Ping is here, she must have put it in."

"We can't push customers out when we open the door to do business."

Speaking of this, Xue Ling realized: "No, where is Sister Ping?"

"She goes out to do something." Fang Bei said lightly: "It should be possible to come back after the hour."

"So you can suppress the scene?" Xue Ling still believed Sister Ping even more at this time.

And why there are so many things today!

"Anyway, don't talk about it. She is a guest, and she is not staring at us. Let's treat us well." Fang Bie said quietly, and took the straw rope to help Xue Ling tie her purse: "If she came for us, then there will naturally be a countermeasure."

"Anyway, if you take such a generous customer, you may not be able to meet one a year. This is a real fat sheep. If you can slaughter it, you can slaughter it well."

"Okay." Xue Ling could only agree, and by the way, he watched Fang Bing carry all the thirty kilograms of beef in his hand, intending to send it to Ningxia.

"By the way." Xue Ling called Fang Bei.

Fang Bie turned around: "What else is there?"

The girl bit her lip subtly, and finally said, "Be careful."

Fang Bie smiled.

"Thank you."

...

...

The boy went upstairs with thirty kilograms of cooked beef and knocked on the door. When Ningxia said he had come in in the house, Fang Bie pushed the door open and piled all the purses in his hand on the table in the guest room, and then looked at Ningxia.

I saw that Ningxia had taken off the thick white fox fur. She was wearing extremely thin, with blue hair lingering, and her appearance was like smoke and paintings. She really felt that only a blind man could control it.

But at this time, Fang Bie is just a blind man.

"Miss, do you want to drink?"

"We have the best rice wine and bamboo leaf green, and there is also a little Fenjiu."

Ningxia looked at Fang Bie: "Is there any wine?"

"Yes, but not many, only one can." Fang Bie said.

"Then take that can and put the money on that piece of gold." Ning Xia said lightly.

"Yes." Fang Bie said and said aside.

On Ningxia, he looked at Hei Wu lying on the bed, and heard Fang Bian's footsteps have already gone away, and then sighed: "So, in the end, you are going to snipe that monk?"

Hei Wu stared at the ceiling with a faceless expression and said quietly: "Yes."

"How is the great monk's kung fu?" Ningxia continued to ask in a mess: "I guess he is very handsome if you can make you like this."

"But I'm alive, he's dead." Hei Wu said coldly.

"That's because you are younger than him and much younger." Ning Xia said with a smile.

She said as she untied a purse, took out the cooked beef inside, and threw it to Heiwu casually: "Eat it."

It feels like feeding a dog.

Hei Wu didn't care at all. He only raised one hand and grabbed the beef firmly, then lay on the bed, hugged the beef with both hands, and started to chew.

I don’t know how big Hei Wu’s stomach is. In less than half a stick of incense, Hei Wu had completely swallowed the beef into his belly, but his lower abdomen just bulged slightly, and his whole body was still thin.

"The beef is good." Hei Wu said coldly.

"If you eat more, eat more." Ningxia smiled, and at this moment, the knock on the door sounded again.

"Girl, the wine is delivered."
Chapter completed!