My Senior Brother Turned Black After I Died. Chapter 7

Chapter 7 Chapter 7 Preparing a gift for senior brother

Shen Lanchuan rose up with his sword and flew straight to the adjacent Cangwu Peak.

Within a moment, the view from the top of Cangwu Peak came into view.It is still the familiar snow all year round and the familiar pavilions.

He was about to land when he suddenly noticed unusual movement coming from the direction of the kitchen.

It wasn’t the fluctuation of spiritual power from cultivation, nor was it the hum of the alchemy furnace, but rather the sound of… the clinking of pots and pans.

Shen Lanchuan frowned slightly and landed quietly not far from the kitchen.

He held back all his breath and looked inside through the half-open window lattice.

I saw a steaming pot in the center of the kitchen, cooking a pot of milky white soup.And his junior brother, who has always been cold and pure, untainted by the world, is now rolling up his sleeves, revealing two white forearms, holding a kitchen knife in one hand, and pressing a fish that is still bouncing slightly with the other hand, scraping the fish scales with concentration.

Next to Ji Hantong stood Li Cangming, who also had his sleeves rolled up but looked a little clumsy.The young man was holding a large piece of dough in his hand and was kneading it vigorously. The stiffness of his movements showed that he was a novice.

“Be steady and rub it in one direction.” While Ji Hantong was struggling with the fish scales in his hand, he took a moment to glance at Li Cangming. Seeing that he couldn’t find the trick, he temporarily put down the fish and walked over to give guidance.

“Relax your wrists and use even force, that’s what’s right.”

He even reached out and gently supported Li Cangming’s wrist to help him stabilize his posture.

Outside the window, Shen Lanchuan looked at this scene, and his mood, which had eased slightly due to his decision to apologize, suddenly sank again.

A more sour emotion mixed with some distant memories quietly came to my mind.

Many, many years ago, not long after Ji Hantong was brought back to Taixuan Taoist Sect by his master.

After Master Daoxuan brought Ji Hantong back, he left because of the collapse of a great secret realm in the east, and handed Ji Hantong to Shen Lanchuan.

Shen Lanchuan was only a teenager at that time, and his temperament was more withdrawn and cold than now.He didn’t have much fondness for this sick junior brother who suddenly appeared, so he didn’t take it too seriously.

Until late one night, on the way back to his residence, he smelled an extremely strange smell that was mixed with burnt and some indescribable aroma.Following the smell, he found Ji Hantong squatting in the grass and coughing from the smoke in a remote corner of the back mountain.

In front of Ji Hantong was a simple stove built with a few stones. There was a broken earthen pot on it, and some dark and sticky unknown objects were being cooked in it, emitting a strange smell.

“What are you doing?” The young man Shen Lanchuan frowned and asked coldly.

Ji Hantong was frightened by the sudden sound and almost knocked over the jar.He turned around and saw that it was Shen Lanchuan. A panicked expression suddenly appeared on his young white face. He quickly blocked the broken earthen pot with his body and stammered: “No, it’s nothing… Senior brother, you, why are you here?”

“Taste,” Shen Lanchuan said concisely, his eyes falling on the suspicious earthen pot, “What is this?”

“Yes…it’s food,” Ji Hantong lowered his head, his voice as thin as a gnat, “I…I’m hungry.”

Shen Lanchuan then remembered that Ji Hantong had not yet inedged himself, and still needed to eat.

A faint trace of guilt passed through my heart, but it was quickly covered up by the usual awkwardness of young people.He still had a straight face: “The sect has a dining hall.”

“The dining hall is too far away. The food was cold when I walked there.” Ji Hantong was about to cry but had no tears.

Shen Lanchuan looked at his pitiful look, and the coldness in his heart softened inexplicably.He was silent for a moment and then said stiffly: “Then you can do it yourself today.”

After a pause, Shen Lanchuan added: “Don’t burn the mountain.”

Ji Hantong’s eyes lit up, as if he had received a great mercy, and he nodded quickly: “Thank you, senior brother!”

He hesitated for a moment, and then spoke calmly, “Senior brother, I didn’t do a good job this time. Next time… next time, wait until I find the right ingredients and make the most delicious food from my hometown for you to try!”

Shen Lanchuan didn’t have much trouble. He just thought it was a child’s casual polite words to please him. Judging from Ji Hantong’s disgraced appearance today, his cooking skills were probably not much better.

He said “hmm” without emotion and turned around to leave, not taking the words “I’ll do it for you next time” to heart.

I don’t know if it was out of guilt or something, but after leaving Ji Hantong, Shen Lanchuan went to find some spiritual fruits to satisfy his hunger. The things Ji Hantong made didn’t look like food for humans.

But when he returned to that place again, Ji Hantong had already left, and the mess had been cleaned up.

Shen Lanchuan didn’t know what he was thinking at the time. Perhaps Ji Hantong’s wet and pleading eyes were too confusing. He didn’t sleep that night, but built a kitchen at Silver Moon Peak.

In the days that followed, he spent some spiritual stones to ask other disciples to deliver meals to Ji Hantong every day.

Shen Lanchuan originally thought that he and Ji Hantong would get along without disturbing each other.

However, within a few days, Ji Hantong actually knocked on his door with a food box.

The young man carefully opened the lid of the food box, and a rich and strange aroma suddenly filled the air. Inside the food box was a large bowl of steaming soup.

The soup has an attractive milky white color and is dotted with green onions.On the bottom are sliced, dark red and shiny bacon and some slightly curly and flaky noodles?

“Senior brother, try it.” Ji Hantong pushed the bowl in front of him like a treasure, his eyes bright and full of expectation, “This is the recipe from my hometown, stewed fish noodles with cured pork ribs. I tried it several times before I succeeded!”

Shen Lanchuan looked at the bowl of soup, which did not look very common, and then looked at his junior brother’s eyes that were bright with anticipation, and picked up the chopsticks by mistake.

The noodles were smooth in the mouth, with a special freshness and sweetness. Later, Shen Lanchuan learned that they were fish noodles made from minced fish meat mixed with flour.The cured pork ribs were salty and chewy, and the soup base was rich and mellow. The combination was a wonderful taste that he had never tasted before.

As the young master of Zichen Valley, Shen Lanchuan had eaten a lot of delicacies from mountains and seas, even in name only, but that bowl of fish noodles, cured pork ribs soup made with the most common ingredients in the world was the most delicious food he had ever tasted.

At that moment, a warm sun burst into the silent and frozen heart of young Shen Lanchuan.

That was also the first time he got a clumsy but sincere “good” from Ji Hantong.

But now, this good thing has been shared with others.

Shen Lanchuan stood in the shadows and peered into the house like a thief.Watching Ji Hantong patiently guide Li Cangming in making fish noodles, watching those hands that once displayed clumsy skills just for him and were stained with fireworks just to please him, are now naturally helping another young man.

It turns out that that unique specialness is not eternal.The junior disciple will share his dependence and closeness with him to the new apprentice.They will teach the other person those memories and habits that only belong to the two of them.

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