The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

  Chapter 145 Practice (one more)

  There are firewood in the yard, but they are not split, and there is no way to burn them.

  At this time, Zhao Xinrong, Zou Jingyu, and Xiao Wenwen were all blowing air-conditioning in the house, and Han Ying was making juice in the yard.

  "Papa Papa~" A rhythmic voice came. Zhao Xinrong who was drinking tea in the room was startled and immediately leaned on the window to look out.

   Under the shade of the big elm tree, the girl held an axe twice as thick as her arm, and chopped it down with one axe. The firewood was split in half.

  The chopped firewood is piled in one place, and Mingjing puts new firewood on the stakes, and raises the axe...

  "My God..." Zhao Xinrong covered his mouth, misunderstanding and misunderstanding. He really misunderstood Mingjing, and the script director team couldn't write it.

  Zou Jingyu glanced from a distance, the surprise in his eyes flashed away, smiled, and lowered his head to drink tea.

  Xiao Wenwen exclaimed: “Oh my God, Der Spiegel looks thin and weak, but I didn’t expect to have a lot of strength, King Kong Barbie?”

The word    is not a good word for a young girl.

  Zou Jingyu glanced at her: "Wenwen, go and help too, young people should have common topics."

  Xiao Wenwen’s **** is as if it were on the cushion, but she didn’t move a bit, she opened a pair of innocent eyes: "Ms. Zou, what did you say?"

  Zou Jingyu smiled: "It's nothing."

   "Wow, Der Spiegel, you are too good, are you not tired?" Although it was in the shade, it was noon, the outdoor temperature reached 37 degrees, and an egg on the ground was immediately cooked.

   And Ming Jing cracked a few axes down, and easily chopped the firewood, his face was not red or breathless, and there was no sweat on his forehead.

  This is not normal!

  Ding Jing cut the firewood and tied it up with rope and carried it into the kitchen.

  Looking at Ming Jingyun's back, Han Ying hesitated, walked over to lift the axe, and almost fell on the surface of his feet.

  Don't talk about chopping wood, he even struggled to smash it.

  Han Ying shook her head: "It's simply not a human being."

In the kitchen, it was like a steaming box at this time, and the Qufeitai sitting on the fire was about to be cooked. The whole person was sweating profusely, as if he had just been fished out of the water, and all his clothes were soaked. He didn't say a word from start to finish, and squatted honestly to burn the fire.

  Ding Jing put the freshly chopped firewood beside him and asked, "Is it hot?"

  Qu Feitai nodded and shook his head quickly, "It’s not hot, I can hold on."

  Mingjing smiled and opened the lid of the pot. The water in the pot has boiled, and it is tumbling and steaming.

  Dingjing, boil the washed wild vegetables in hot water, quickly pick them up, and put them in cold water.

"The fire is smaller." After Ming Jing finished speaking, he took out the reconciled noodles, repeatedly beaten and entangled the noodles on the chopping board, the noodles became extremely elastic. It became a thin strip, and Ming Jing put it in a large boiling pot and boiled, and then proceeded to the next piece.

  Qu Feitai was stunned: "Ding Spiegel...you...where did you learn it from?"

  Mingjing said without changing her face while ramen, “Master is not in good health, and the elder sister can’t get through the fumes, so people always have to eat. The master of a ramen restaurant in Shanxia Town often comes to the temple to do volunteer work. He taught me.”

  The clouds she said were light and windy, but they fell in Qu Feitai’s ears like stormy waves.

  Those days must have been difficult, but she did not complain at all, and calmly accepted all the sufferings that life had imposed on her.

  "Fortunately, it's all over, and I won't suffer this kind of suffering again in the future." Qu Feitai murmured.

"bitter?"

  Ming Jing raised her eyebrows.

  "Everyone has a predetermined fate. Compared with people who are born with imperfect five senses, I have a master, a younger sister, and a healthy and healthy personality. This is a great gift from God. I have never felt bitter."

  Ding Jing’s faint voice gradually became blurred in the gradual steaming smoke, Qu Feitai stared at her blankly.

  At this time, the girl who was caged in the smoke had light and gentle brows, her mind was like the sea, and she was empty-hearted.

  In those long and quiet years, she never felt bitter, but was happy in it.

  The so-called sitting, one sleeping, one congee and one meal are all practice. The ancient Buddha in the blue lantern, which no one cares about in the mountains, is practice.

  ——

  Zhao Xinrong looked at the food on the table and was shocked: "This is all made by Der Spiegel?"

  Zou Jingyu walked over and took a look, then smiled and said, "Yes, it has all the colors, fragrances and flavors."

  Xiao Wenwen sniffed, it smells good! The glutton in his stomach was hooked out all of a sudden.

   I walked to the table slowly and glanced at it. Six bowls of ramen noodles with green onions floating on the top. The soup was light. I don’t know if I was very hungry and smelled too gluttonous.

   There are two plates of wild vegetables in the middle. The green and bright vegetables are the agrimony and fern dug in the morning by Mingjing.

  Han Ying walked in from the door, "What are you guys doing? Hurry up and eat."

  Zhao Xinrong coughed and asked, "Where are Mingjing and Xiaoqu?"

  At this time, Ming Jing picked up the curtain and walked in. She was dressed in white, and the eyes of everyone looking at her changed involuntarily.

  Which one is not cooking, her face is greasy, sweating profusely, she alone is white, fresh and clean.

  Qu Feitai walked behind her, the shining star on the stage was a little haggard at the moment, her hair was no longer the exquisiteness of the first time, showing a few messy messes, but it became more and more youthful.

  Mingjing and Qufeitai sat down at the table, and Mingjing said: "Get the materials on the spot, everyone will take a look."

  Han Ying took a bite of ramen and couldn’t help but exclaimed: “Wow, it’s really delicious. You are really amazing at Mingjing. There is nothing you can’t do. I’ll take it.”

  Ming Jing smiled and looked at Zhao Xinrong and Zou Jingyu: "Two teachers, it won’t be tasty when the dough is lumpy."

Zou Jingyu picked up the chopsticks, took a bite, sipped it carefully, and nodded again and again: "The noodles are very strong, the soup is sour and refreshing, and the aftertaste is slightly spicy. This spicyness is different from ordinary peppers. It does not rush to the throat, and the aftertaste is endless. What did you add?"

  Zhao Xinrong couldn’t wait to take a bite, and his eyes widened instantly, “Old Zou, this is someone’s exclusive secret recipe. It’s definitely impossible to tell you easily.”

Ming Jing poured a cup of chrysanthemum tea, took a sip slowly, and smiled faintly: "There is nothing to say, there are everywhere in the field outside the door. Polygonum vulgare, spicy, is a kind of Chinese medicinal material. , I distilled the stagnant water and added it to the soup, which enriched the taste and quenched thirst."

  Zhao Xinrong gave a thumbs up in amazement, "Awesome, really amazing. I have lived for more than 40 years and no teenage girl understands that much. It's really shameful."

  Zou Jingyu smiled and nodded: "You know a lot."

  Han Ying suddenly realized: "I said you wrapped it with a handkerchief alone at the time. It turned out to be such a use."

  Mingjing smiled and said: "Polygonum is spicy, and the skin is tingling and spicy. You should pay attention to it when you encounter it in the future."

   "Oh, I know, I still have knowledge with you. I learned a lot in just half a day."

  Zou Jingyu picked up a chopstick wild vegetable, "Is this agrimony?"

  Han Ying took the lead to show off: "Yes, Ming Jing said it is a good Chinese medicinal material, and what you eat is good for your body."

  Zou Jingyu took a sip, then nodded: "It's refreshing and delicious."

  Mingjing picked up the bowl and ate slowly.

  She was very quiet when she ate, without saying a word, she was silent at the dinner table for a while.

  Xiao Wenwen took a bite and curled her lips secretly, just like that, listening to them as if what a delicacy.

  If she weren't too hungry, she couldn't eat this kind of meal at all.

  Qufeitai was very happy to eat. This is a meal that Mingjing personally cooked. He has eaten the special dishes of the national banquet chef, and he has eaten countless abalone and mountain ginseng, but he is not as good as the ordinary ramen in front of him.

  One bite, he eats very slowly and seriously.

Han Ying put down his chopsticks and looked at Xiao Wenwen: "The rice is made by Der Spiegel, the fire is made by Brother Qu, and I wash the dishes. Everyone has to work. You are the only one who blows the air conditioner in the room. Wouldn't you still want to shirk it?"

   Xiao Wenwen looked stiff, and hated her agent to death. She gave her some bad show.

"I……."

   "Okay, if you don't speak, I will take it as your default. Ming Jing hurried upstairs to rest after eating. You have worked hard to cook." Han Ying did not give Xiao Wenwen the opportunity to refuse, and greeted Ming Jing to go upstairs.

Ming Jing put down the dishes, looked at Xiao Wenwen, smiled and said, "Thank you."

  The words fell towards Zou Jingyu and Zhao Xinrong nodded, got up and went upstairs.

  Xiao Wenwen gritted her teeth and stared at Ming Jing’s back, always feeling that her last smile was full of mockery at her.

  Qu Feitai lost his dishes and went upstairs without a word.

   Xiao Wenwen looked at the mess on the table, her face turned green.

  Zou Jingyu smiled and said, "Wenwen has worked hard." He patted her on the shoulder and walked out with her hands behind her back.

When he walked to the surveillance booth, the director ran out with a lunch box: "Old Zou, what is the origin of this newcomer? I don't think it is difficult for her. Once it is broadcast, she will definitely attract fans, and she will have a good relationship with Qu Feitai. The chemical reaction, several female staff who scolded her in the morning, now they have knocked off their CPs. This trend is getting more and more weird. Our show is going to explode."

  Zou Jingyu glanced at the stir-fried vegetables in the box lunch, and said with a smile: "Come as you please, let the flow go."

  The director rolled his eyes: "Is the ramen she made really delicious? To be honest, I’m from the north. I really can’t stand eating rice every day, and the birds are fading out of my mouth."

  Zou Jingyu touched his mouth, his face was full of aftertaste: "It's delicious, the taste is very unique, no one in the world makes the same taste except her."

"Really? I read the information that she was only sixteen years old, and she didn’t look like she had lived a hard life since she was a child. I really can’t see through it. After the broadcast, it will definitely be popular. Let’s sell it. Don’t I am embarrassed."

  Zou Jingyu snorted: "Is this embarrassment? It is obviously a chance for her to perform."

"It's your boss who has a lot of people, but it's Xiao Wenwen, who is also the one that the gold master wants to favor. Remind her not to go too far. If she is scolded by advertisers for withdrawal, how can this be good?" Said sadly.

In all fairness, Der Spiegel has captured everyone’s hearts. As for Xiao Wenwen, who is delicious and lazy, let’s stay cool, but who has a backing? When the time comes, look at the editing, good guys, there will be black spots everywhere, and advertisers will do it. Just cut Mingjing to cut plums, what else to watch in the show, Qu Feitai runs with Mingjing all the way, don’t you see Xiao Wenwen’s fancy Ge You lying...

  "It's not always clear who has a background than anyone else, just wait and see." Zou Jingyu said with a smile.

  The director's eyes lit up: "What did Sister Yun tell you?"

   "Let's work hard, I'll go around in the field." Zou Jingyu walked away with his hands on his back.

  The director pondered for a while, it seems that this newcomer is not easy, too, it is impossible to insert this issue of Qufeitai horizontally without certain connections and skills.

  ——

  Mingjing took a rest for a while, pulled out a book from the luggage compartment, and sat cross-legged on the bed to read it.

  Xiao Wenwen opened the door and entered, but Ming Jing did not look up, her thoughts were immersed in the sea of ​​books.

  Xiao Wenwen glanced at her, rolled her eyes with her back to the camera, what was she pretending to be.

   Lie down on the bed and fell asleep almost in the blink of an eye.

  Time passed silently, Ming Jing closed the book and went downstairs.

  Downstairs, Zhao Xinrong rubbed his waist and walked in from the door with a look of difficulty.

  Mingjing asked: "Ms. Zhao, what's the matter?"

Zhao Xinrong said with a frown, "My waist is old and sick, and it always tortures me from time to time. When it rains, it hurts even more. It is more accurate than the weather forecast. I think it will take two days. It's raining."

  Mingjing helped him sit down on the chair, rubbed his back waist with one hand, and Zhao Xinrong screamed: "It hurts..."

   "What about here?"

   "It hurts more..." Zhao Xinrong gasped.

  Mingjing said softly, “Is Mr. Zhao the sequelae of the lumbosacral sprain that was not treated in time in his early years?”

  Zhao Xinrong was surprised: "How do you know?"

   Thinking of what Der Spiegel said in the kitchen at noon, “You’ve seen it long ago?”

  Mingjing said: "Mr. Zhao's weight shifted to the left to relieve the pain of the right lumbosacral."

  Zhao Xinrong glanced at her and exclaimed: "You are really a gentle and careful girl, how good your parents are to teach you such a good daughter."

  Ming Jing smiled: "Mr. Zhao is utterly praised. If Mr. Zhao doesn't dislike it, I can give you a massage, which can temporarily relieve your pain."

  After nearly a day of contact, Zhao Xinrong didn’t think that Ming Spiegel’s words were pointless. He quickly said: "Hurry up, I can't stand it for a moment."

  Mingjing washed his hands and made Zhao Xinrong lie down on the mat, first to relax his muscles and invigorate blood, Zhao Xinrong sighed comfortably.

   "There may be some pain next, Teacher Zhao bear with it."

When the voice fell to the ground, Ming Jing pointed his fingers on the acupuncture points of Yushen, Yangguan, and Wei in turn, and then pushed and rolled, only to hear Zhao Xinrong’s screams of killing a pig, awakening the sleeping Xiao Wenwen, and ran out barefoot. :"What happened?"

  Han Ying and Qu Feitai also walked out of the room.

  Mingjing closed his hand and said lightly: "Mr. Zhao lay on his side for a while, but unfortunately I didn't bring a needle pack on this trip. If acupuncture is applied, the effect will be twice the result with half the effort."

  Zhao Xinrong let out a long sigh of breath, "Comfortable...too comfortable, even more comfortable than the massage I asked a professional technician to massage. Where did you learn this hand, can you teach me?"

"Ding Spiegel, you... you can actually massage... where did you learn it? If Mr. Zhao finds it out, can you afford it?" Xiao Wenwen rushed down from the stairs. He looked at Ming Spiegel with disgust.

  Zhao Xinrong gave her a hand: "You kid, what are you talking about? After Ming Jing pressed it to me, I felt more comfortable."

"The Yellow Emperor's internal meridians say that the meridians are blocked, and the disease is caused by inhumanity. It is treated by massage, and the viscera and meridians are used as the basis to apply specific manipulative powers to dredge the meridians, relieve the wounds and relieve pain. In your mouth, it has become inconsistent. I forgive your ignorance, but please don't open your mouth."

  Ming Jing didn't look at her, turned around and walked out.

  Leaving Xiao Wenwen's face in blue and white standing in place.

  Zhao Xinrong got up, stood on the ground and swayed from side to side, and said happily, “It’s really amazing. After pressing the mirror, it’s much more comfortable.”

   stared at Xiao Wenwen, and said a little unhappy: "Wenwen, how can you explain the mirror like that? Go and apologize to Mingjing."

  Xiao Wenwen widened her eyes in shock: "Should I apologize to her?"

   "Otherwise." Han Ying walked downstairs with her arms folded: "What a bluff, you can only show your stupidity and ignorance. The mirror is enough to give you face, so go now."

  Xiao Wenwen didn't expect that Han Ying could speak so hard in front of the camera. She looked at Qu Feitai, her face was extremely cold, and her brows frowned fiercely.

  Xiao Wenwen understood, Qu Feitai thought so too.

   Xiao Wenwen squeezed her mouth aggrievedly, and as soon as Ming Jing arrived, she captured everyone’s hearts, but she became the target of public criticism. Why?

  (End of this chapter)