She reached out and pointed to the fireplace, and the sparks splashed and lit the firewood, and the fire suddenly burst into flames, quickly driving away the chill.

Huang Fuming finally saw a novelty, and his eyes lit up and said, "Hey, what is this?"

"It's called a fireplace. Westerners often build fireplaces in their homes to keep warm, and she has longed for this feeling of family reunion and warmth since she was a child, so after moving here, she also had a fireplace built according to her request. "Put the fire on the wall, it's safe and warm, and it takes up less space, but you have to make a flue up on it and go straight to the roof, otherwise the smoke will fill the house. ”

Her body is not afraid of the cold and heat, but she likes the color of the fire, which gives her a sense of security, which is a habit she developed as a mortal.

Huang Fuming rubbed his hands, and sure enough, he felt that his body quickly warmed up: "This thing is really good." I'll get one when I get home. ”

"If you cultivate to the foundation building period, you will basically not be afraid of the cold and heat, what else do you need it to do?" Ning Xiaoxian took out a stack of account books and threw them on the desk, sat down, stretched out his hand to grind the ink, and began to put down the pen.

She didn't greet him, and he naturally found a Taishi chair to sit down, and took a sip of tea: "Then you have already passed the foundation building period, what are you still doing nailing this fireplace in the house?"

"For the sake of a memory that I almost forgot. She replied haphazardly, and did not speak again, concentrating on checking the ledger. She doesn't have the patience to coax the child, a boy of Huang Fuming's age is fun and active, let him sit alone for a while will naturally be bored, will he go back?

This Taishi chair was a bit too big for him, and he couldn't lean back. It's not very comfortable to sit. But his back was still straight. Neither of them spoke, and the study was silent for a moment, except for the occasional rustle of her flipping pages.

She expected it well. Huang Fuming sat for a while and felt bored, and after reading the simple layout of the study, he stared at her directly, like a flower growing on her face.

When she returned home, she changed into a spacious light white dark coat with green sleeves, which did not even match the belt, and her whole body curves were hidden in the clothes. Only the shoulders are sharpened. The desk in front of her was very large, reflecting her petite figure shrunk behind the desk, and her freshly worn hair was fluffy and scattered over her shoulders. But it can't cover the snow-white neck with beautiful lines.

She only stared at the ledger intently, frowning occasionally, not even glancing at him, but Huang Fuming felt that she was here. The whole house is filled with peace and tranquility. Even the original impetuousness in his heart slowly calmed down and returned to peace. He had ever seen a more beautiful woman than her, but he had never encountered such a strange temperament of being idle, free from external objects.

Ning Xiaoxian knew that he was staring at himself. If an adult man dared to look at her like this, she would have flown over with a dagger, but she was only a minor in front of her, she endured it for a long time, and finally raised her head and said, "Your parents haven't told you." It's rude to stare at people like that?"

"He's more rude to people than I am. He said honestly: "Besides, there is nothing else to see or play in this house." ”

"I'm sorry my study is so boring. Either. You just go back to rest, it's getting late. She didn't hesitate to give the eviction order.

"Don't. ”

"Huang Fuming. She finally put down her pen unbearably, "What the hell is the matter with you suddenly running to my house?"

He kicked his leg twice, hung his head, and then said, "I have nowhere to go." ”

"...... "Young Master, can you not suddenly switch from high-spirited mode to dejected mode, this gap is too big, she can't accept it for a while." "Your peers ...... the same age"

"Everyone was around me, all for some reason, even Kim Man-yeon, who seemed so weak. He suddenly looked up and interrupted her, "I don't want to see their faces when I'm upset. ”

"Would you rather run to a stranger's territory and squat?"

What is a squat, he is not a dog!" You found the Bliss Flower for me, and it is not a stranger to me, at least compared to the others in the hidden stream. ”

So, is this another unfortunate result brought about by indiscriminate kindness?" "Tell me honestly, did you sneak out?"

"No!" his eyes were full of sincerity, "I left a note in my uncle's room." ”

“……”

It seems that the only way to throw him out with his collar on his shoulders is to throw him out. While she was thinking about it, there was a strange "grunt" sound in the study.

It's been a long, long time since I've heard this voice, since she was separated from the mortal body, and her companion has never been human.

The little handsome guy on the Taishi's chair suddenly blushed.

"Ning...... Sister. He hesitated to address her, cleared his throat, and tried to maintain his composure, "I'm hungry." ”

“…… There are mille-feuille cakes on the table downstairs. "Will this dead kid ask her to help change diapers by the way?

"It's cold, it's not delicious. "Originally, he didn't like sweets, but I've heard that girls love to eat them.

Indeed, the lid of that box of mille-feuille has been opened, and now it is estimated that it is all frozen. She knew that the monks in the Qi refining period did not have the ability to break the grain without eating, and besides, the food in the hidden stream was indeed so unpalatable that even she couldn't swallow it.

She relented a little, especially when the little imp looked at her pitifully with his big eyes. She has always been the most resistant to small animals such as kittens and puppies, which look weak and pitiful......

But her full set of things, including kitchen utensils and rice, oil, meat, and vegetables, were all placed in the Gods and Demons Prison, and there were only ...... in the kitchen of this small building Only......

She stroked her forehead and felt a pain in her temples. This little ghost can entangle people to death: "Do you eat sweets?"

"Eat!" he opened his eyes and said nonsense. When he was at home, he preferred to let the servants go down to feed the chickens.

“…… Oh well, wait a minute. She stood up and was about to go downstairs, but Huang Fuming immediately followed, and at the same time accused her:

"Leaving guests aside is not hospitality!"

Can she strangle this kid and bury him on the spot? Anyway, the snake forest is so big, anyway, the note he left for his uncle shouldn't indicate that he came to her...... Yiqiē is perfect, no one will know that the murderer is her. But why is she still moving step by step into the kitchen now?

"Your kitchen is so simple, and it seems that your cooking skills are not very good. He stood in the small kitchen and looked around, smacking and making remarks in the style of an emperor.

Nonsense, her guy is in the prison of gods and demons, it's not just rudimentary, it's nothing, and there's not even a decent pot.

"You're right, what I made is so bad that it can poison people. She smirked, "You'd better not eat." ”

"How can that happen, I'm hungry!"

She stood there and took a deep, deep breath, and then she resisted the urge to throw him out again, and rummaged around. The materials she had to make were very simple, and she remembered that the kitchen was simple, but it did have them.

This, found. The next one, too, was found. Well, and flour.

Huang Fuming stood beside her, looked at the few things she put on the table, and stretched out his finger and pointed: "What is this?"

This kid, there is no division between grains?" You can't have never seen it, have you?"

He pouted, "I haven't seen it...... This is what it looks like. ”

Yes, it's always the chef who makes it and presents it to him, and it's strange that this young master can see raw eggs.

"What about this?" he pointed to a jar of paste-like object, but it turned into a golden liquid that looked viscous after being heated by Ning Xiaoxian's power. She handed him a bamboo chopstick: "Pick a little and taste it yourself." ”

Usually, if someone dares to hand him such a simple chopstick, he will definitely be reprimanded by him and beaten twenty boards. However, extraordinary times have to do extraordinary things, Ning Xiaoxian turned around, and just saw that he picked a little golden liquid from Shanruliu, put it in his mouth and tasted it.

"Honey. He smacked his lips again, and the look finally had a little childlike cuteness, "It's fragrant, and a little sour, lychee...... Honey?"

She raised her eyebrows in surprise: "Yo, your sense of taste is very keen!" In the depths of the Ba Snake Forest, the lychee forest is blooming in patches, this honey is just brewed, fragrant and rich, and has the unique sour taste of lychee, but it is not a glutton, you can't taste this light to almost no acidity. The truly wealthy people pay attention to the way of food, in order to nourish their qi and body, and they are becoming more and more picky about food. Just like a local tyrant may like to eat lobster and abalone, but the chef of a five-star hotel admits that home-cooked ingredients such as green vegetables and tofu are the most difficult to make. Guess who they make it for?

The little guy in front of him is not only from a good family.

Seeing her surprised expression, he raised his head slightly, and did not forget to say humbly in his mouth: "Where, I am just a good tongue." ”

What a strange child, who couldn't recognize eggs, but could taste the types of honey.

"And what kind of powder is this?" he continued.

"Flour, low gluten. ”

"Low ...... What?"

"Nothing. "I can't explain it to him.

While she was talking to him, she had quickly cracked the eggs into the basin, added some powdered sugar and honey, and then beat them at high speed through warm water about forty degrees. Thanks to the magic power she has practiced, if you change to make this sweet dish in Huaxia, unless there is a whisk, you will be tired to death by hand!

She beat it until the egg was thick, then lifted the bamboo chopstick and observed it, then sifted in the flour and dripping in a few drops of self-extracted rose dew, stirring it into a very fine and uniform paste.

Huang Fuming looked at this pot of mush, frowned in disgust, and said, "You don't want me to eat this, do you?" Then it is better to eat the hidden food, at least cooked. (To be continued......)

PS: November 16

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