Chapter 540

Looking at Jiang Chan's clear eyes, Qingyuan simply changed the topic: "I won't interfere with your task selection this time. Why don't you take time to do a task? Anyway, you're idle."

Jiang Chan pointed to Qingyuan, "I knew you tried to turn me around to do the task. As soon as I thought I had to recast your body, I was bald. I don't know where to find the method of recasting your body. Is it difficult to find it in the fairy world?"

"I don't know. Let's go step by step." Qingyuan was silent, and there was a silence between them.

Jiang Chan picked her eyebrows: "I remember watching a TV play before. Didn't a child named Nezha cut bones to return his father and cut meat rings to his mother. Later, his master recast his flesh with lotus roots?"

"I have carefully studied your local myths and legends. It's not realistic. The lotus root is the noumenon white lotus root of white jade Ruyi in the hands of the first emperor of the Yuan Dynasty. The origin of this white lotus root is not small. Where is such a legendary thing? You can only see it step by step."

Qingyuan sighed: "if I can't, I'll take the road of soul cultivation, but this is also the next policy. If I can practice physically, who is willing to take this road?"

Jiang Chan comforted her: "I'll try my best to help you find it. After all, I've known each other."

"So, do you want to do a task now?" Qingyuan changed his face in a second, looking like a pickpocketed skin, and almost followed Jiang Chan with a small whip.

"OK, can't I do the task?" Jiang Chan raised her hand and surrendered. It happened that this class was a Chinese class. When the teacher asked her to do the test paper, her mind moved slightly, and the person came to the task hall.

Qingyuan said that if she didn't interfere with her task, she didn't appear, but it doesn't mean she won't do it elsewhere. But considering Jiang Chan's cold face, Qingyuan still gave up the idea of cheating.

It's better to wait for Jiang Chan to relax her vigilance before sending her to the world she likes. At that time, even if it's a task she doesn't like anymore, Jiang Chan will have to go on.

Hei hei left a string of laughter and Qingyuan hid. Jiang Chan in the mission hall only felt a chill floating behind her. She shook her head and estimated that Qingyuan was secretly planning a little conspiracy.

We don't know much about each other's personalities. What does Qingyuan think she can't guess? It's a little fun for them to get along with each other. Let's see what we can do.

Sitting down in the task hall, Jiang Chan summoned a light group and quickly read the client's life. Jiang Chan picked his eyebrow: "I'll take the task."

"Han Chenguang, why are you so careless? We worked hard for two hours and you fell to the ground?"

"This is the homework to be handed in by the club. We have to do it again. Senior Liang Chen also asked me to go to the movies later. Where can I find time?"

"Can you do one thing well? I don't know what you do with us all day?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll do it again now." a submissive female voice sounded, full of apology and caution.

Jiang Chan just consciously heard three sharp female voices, accusing you and me.

With a closer look, a round girl is squatting on the ground to pick up the cake accidentally dropped on the ground. This should be a classroom. There are twenty or thirty students in the classroom, mostly girls. At the moment, everyone looks at the girls squatting on the ground.

"It's this time." Jiang Chan's eyes flashed. She looked at the cake base in front of her. There was nothing decorated on it. There was neither milk nor fruit.

"Let me help you clean up," Jiang Chan stood up and found a mop and broom to help Han Chenguang, the focus of the crowd, clean up the mess.

"What's the use of cleaning up? Our homework can't be handed in, and we have to do it again in the next class." a beautiful girl hated and glared at Han Chenguang at the same time.

Han Chenguang shrank like a frightened little quail.

Jiang Chan looked coldly: "is it true that people will make mistakes? Besides, is it really Han Chenguang who didn't carry it? Hasn't someone bumped into her? You are really good. You don't go to find the culprit to settle accounts and bully a little girl here."

"She's in front of you. Who hit her? Don't you see?" Jiang Chan's eyes swept to a tall boy in the nearby team. Touching Jiang Chan's eyes, the boy was a little uncomfortable.

He touched his nose and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't think you didn't hold the cake. Why don't I compensate you?"

The girl next to the boy was also embarrassed, "why don't I give you this? My boyfriend didn't mean it."

A well-dressed girl skimmed her mouth: "no, just like you do, the president will certainly fail."

"How do you talk?" the girl was worried. Jiang Chan put the mop back to the corner of the classroom. "OK, what can I say with such people? Don't you just pay for a cake? You wait for me for ten minutes, morning light, can you do it with me? I need your help!"

Han Chenguang nodded hurriedly: "of course, but I'm clumsy. Will it cause you trouble?"

Jiang Chan sighed and took Han Chenguang to sit down in his position: "silly girl, you can't do it. You'll get familiar with it slowly. Where in the world can anyone naturally do it?"

This is a cooking club of the school. Just this week's homework is to learn to make a cake, which is also listed as the assessment result of the club. Jiang Chan glanced at the tools on the workbench and had an abdominal case in her heart.

"Chenguang, you send the cream, the fruit cuts everything, and I'll take the rest." Han Chenguang's work was arranged, and Jiang Chan began to move. Originally, this was a ten inch cake base. Jiang Chan carefully divided two round cake bases.

One naturally compensated the three girls on behalf of Han Chenguang, and the other was Jiang Chan's own homework. Han Chenguang's cream was also sent over there. Jiang Chan looked at it a little: "you did a good job, very good!"

Han Chenguang smiled shyly and stood beside Jiang Chan. As soon as she came into contact with cream, Jiang Chan thought of Jiang Yun's days in the West Point house. It's a cake. Is it necessary to exaggerate?

The scraper quickly smoothed the cream. Jiang Chan turned the cake seat below with one hand and held the flower mounting bag with the other hand. One exquisite pattern after another appeared on the cake surface.

It was a little monotonous. Jiang Chan quickly made two roses and decorated them with Han Chenguang's cut fruit. A beautiful cake was completed.