Xue Ling sliced the beef, knife by knife.
While her cooking skills weren't great, and He Ping had complained to her about using less salt next time, that was simply because Xue Ling's taste was a bit strong.
Furthermore, even if Xue Ling's cooking skills weren't great, her knife skills were truly exceptional.
Just like now, even though she only had a piece of cooked five-spiced aged yellow beef in her hand, the slices were still as thin as paper and as clear as a mirror, neatly arranged on the plate like a bright red peony.
But Xue Ling stared at the word "fake" and Fang Bie, who was expressionlessly pounding garlic, and her heart was overwhelmed, speechless.
She knew she shouldn't speak carelessly at this moment.
However, as a Bee Wing, she wasn't usually involved in frontline combat missions, which meant she had to be fully aware of the details of the entire mission, the intelligence on the target, and even the minute details of the retreat route.
If Fang Bie was the sharp sword, then Xue Ling was the one who maintained it.
In extreme circumstances, it's probably not impossible to offer oneself for the other's bed.
According to intelligence, Ning Huaiyuan, an abandoned disciple of the Huashan Sect, arrived at the Xiaohun Inn at noon today. The man in the lobby now matches him in terms of time, appearance, and even the sword he holds. Wouldn't an assassination be the next step?
After all, the Xiaohun Inn is his territory; the timing, location, and people are all right.
But Fang Bie insists it's a fake?
What's fake about it? Why can't I tell?
Xue Ling wondered in her heart.
And in her ears, Fang Bie's voice rang out slowly, "Is the beef slice ready?"
Xue Ling looked up and saw that Fang Bie had already mashed the garlic and reached out for the beef.
Xue Ling could only place two plates of sliced beef on a plate and hand them to Fang Bie. Fang Bie also drizzled bright red chili oil on the garlic sauce he had mashed and placed it on a corner of the tray. When he reached out to take it, he found that Xue Ling had not let go.
Fang Bie looked up at the girl. Her long black hair was wrapped in a headscarf to prevent it from falling into the food. Her hands were slender but greasy. After all, they had cut beef before. She didn't look like an assassin at all, but just a cook.
"Are you sure?" Xue Ling asked softly.
A smile appeared on Fang Bie's lips: "Of course I am sure."
Xue Ling let go and let Fang Bie take the plate of beef away. He walked briskly, and his singing voice came from the lobby to the kitchen: "Two plates of cooked beef, please enjoy."
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The guest who was suspected to be Ning Huaiyuan ate a plate of beef, two bowls of rice wine, two steamed buns, then packed up another eight steamed buns and a plate of beef, turned around to pay and left. It was only four quarters after noon.
After the guests left, Fang Bie continued to entertain them as usual, constantly delivering meals from Xue Ling's kitchen, serving tea and water, and was extremely busy until the time of closing at 12:00. When Fang Bie extinguished the lanterns under the sign and lowered the door, it was time for dinner at the Xiaohun Inn.
Dinner at the Xiaohun Inn was always simple, with two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes, four dishes and one soup. The staple food was unlimited steamed buns or fire-baked bread, and sometimes steamed white rice was also served, but only occasionally.
Fortunately, whether it was Xue Ling, Fang Bie or He Ping, they were basically northerners and were used to eating noodles.
Moreover, the monthly salary of the Xiaohun Inn was extremely limited, but the good thing was that the inn provided food and accommodation, which made this limited monthly salary become simple pocket money instead of the necessary expenses for survival.
When Xue Ling brought the dishes to the table, He Ping was already sitting at the head of the square table in the lobby, and Fang Bie was sitting on the other side. Xue Ling sat down and first served He Ping a bowl of egg drop soup. Although Xue Ling had never done such a waitressing job at home, the girl was mindful of her identity and did not reveal any flaws.
"Why did you give up the assassination of Ning Huaiyuan today?" He Ping asked before Xue Ling could speak.
Xue Ling was a little surprised, but there were only three of them here. Although the bee attractor did not participate in the specific operation, He Ping, the bee attractor, was not only the only way for the two of them to contact their superiors, but also their only direct leader and the proprietress of Xiaohun Inn. She saw everything that happened here, so she could not ignore it.
"Because it was a fake." Fang Bie said calmly.
"Why do you think so?" He Ping asked.
"I remember when Sister Ping was teaching me, she said that the most important thing for an assassin isn't completing the target, nor is it a smooth retreat after completing the target." Fang Bie said nonchalantly, while tucking into Xue Ling's fried egg and garlic sprouts.
"It's about finding the right target."
"It's like if an assassin chooses to either kill the client's target or the client himself, then the mission won't fail,"
the young man said slowly at the table. Xue Ling watched him nagging at the food on the table and hurriedly tried to grab some from him, all the while listening intently to what he had to say.
Xue Ling was surprised by his sudden abandonment of the mission today, but after all, the other party was a bee stinger and had the final say in rejecting the mission.
However, even after refusing, he still had to convince the other party in front of the bee attractor to avoid punishment.
"The salt was a little low this time," Fang Bie suddenly said, looking at Xue Ling.
The girl's face flushed instantly, but He Ping spoke up in time to save her: "I told her to put less salt in her cooking next time. This girl has a strong taste."
"Go on with what you were saying."
Fang Bie shook his head, picked up two slices of pickled cabbage next to him, and continued: "In short, if you kill the wrong target, not only will you not get any reward, but the real target will also escape, which will not only ruin your reputation but also waste your efforts. This is the biggest failure."
"Then how do you know that Ning Huaiyuan is fake?" Xue Ling couldn't help but ask, but she felt a little guilty inside.
After all, if such a real Ning Huaiyuan was fake, then what about herself?
"Because Ning Huaiyuan is an abandoned disciple of the Huashan Sect." Fang Bie said quietly: "Although I know that the most famous abandoned disciple of the Huashan Sect is Linghu Chong..."
"Who is Linghu Chong?" Xue Ling couldn't help but ask. The most famous abandoned disciple of the Huashan Sect? Why hadn't she heard of him herself?
"I saw it in a very strange book about heroes in the martial arts world. The name seems to be called "Smiling Proud Wanderer." Fang Bie explained seriously: "Anyway, let's talk about Ning Huaiyuan first. According to the intelligence, he killed his fellow disciples and then defected down the mountain. The Huashan Sect laid a tight net in Shaanxi, but he finally escaped. However, after escaping, he did not head towards the Western Regions. That is where the Demon Sect is entrenched. There, he, an abandoned disciple who is not tolerated by the famous and upright sects, will have a glimmer of hope."
"Of course, it may be that the Huashan Sect's defenses in the direction of the Western Regions are too tight, and he has no way to break through."
"But anyway."
Fang Bie looked at Xue Ling: "If you were Ning Huaiyuan, you betrayed the sect and killed your brother, and were even suspected of stealing a copy of the Purple Cloud Divine Art. Would you still dress like a martial artist and swagger into Luocheng?"
Xue Ling was stunned by the question.
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