I really want to fool him.

Probably because the look on her face was too terrible, Huang Fuming hurriedly took a step back.

Ning Xiaoxian took out an alchemy furnace from the storage bag, preheated it with real fire, then opened the lid and threw the pot of paste in his hand.

Huang Fuming's eyes were about to fall, and his hand pointing to the stove trembled a little: "You...... You...... This is the Dan Furnace, right?"

"What's wrong with me, I've never seen something baked in a Dan oven?" she squinted faintly, trying to look at him at an angle of forty-five degrees. Since he was short, only at the height of her chest, this perspective was feasible. Ah, I've been angry with him all night, and now this feeling is so good, "Rare and weird!"

That's right, the dessert she wants to make is the honey concave cake that was once popular on the treasure island in China! Although the ingredients of this sweet are very simple, the taste is too good to say, especially the heat is well mastered, and it can make a burst of texture - of course, the only secret of this sweet is the heat, and the only possible failure is also the heat, unless the zuò maker even fails to beat the eggs.

Even if this kid eats all the delicacies of the mountains and seas, he probably hasn't tasted this special dim sum, right?

She doesn't have an oven in her hand, but she does have an alchemy furnace. How can it be much more difficult to control a Dan furnace to refine the elixir than the oven?

It only took her a quarter of an hour to make this plate of sweets.

Lifting the lid of the stove, she took the basin out. The cake is a successful zuò with a light brown crust. But every second it stays in the air, it sinks inward.

She took a handkerchief to pad the basin and stuffed it into the hand of Huang Fuming, who was still in a daze. He also found a silver spoon from the kitchen: "Scoop it while it's hot, it won't taste good when it's cold." ”

"That's it?" he glared incredulously at the cake in his arms, as if glaring at a monster, "where are the cups, plates, and utensils?"

She actually asked him to take a big basin and scoop things up to eat by himself like a subordinate! Although this thing in front of him was indeed very fragrant, it was absolutely impossible for such a shoddy thing to be delicious!

"Every time you say more. It's going to get a little cooler. She shrugged her shoulders and began to walk upstairs.

"Eh, wait for me!"

After all, I was afraid that the cake in his arms would be too cold. She still dragged him briskly back to the study.

When Ning Xiaoxian sat back behind the desk, Huang Fuming had just scooped down the first spoonful of cake, put it in his mouth, and chewed it. Chewed again. Then take a second scoop without squeaking. The spoon was so big that it hit the popping pulp in the center of the cake, and he scraped a little and put it in his mouth, without saying a word.

She couldn't help but ask, "How does it taste?" Although she had always been confident in the food she baked, it really didn't look like it was delicious.

He swallowed hard into the food in his mouth, and that's when he realized how hungry he was.

"It's ok. Grudging...... I can make do with it. "It's actually delicious, full of aroma and softness. The part he thought was not cooked, but he knew that the essence was in it. And the sweetness is just right, not at all like the desserts he usually hates, and it has just been baked, so hot and heartwarming.

He couldn't stop after just one bite, because he was too hungry? But he had already said that she was terrible at cooking, so how could he beat himself up?

"Don't make do, give it to me, you still go and nibble on the mille-feuille. Later, I will order the nearby hidden stream kitchen to open a small stove for you. She didn't doubt it, and stretched out her hand to beckon, and the basin in Huangfu Ming's arms seemed to be pulled by an inexplicable force, and wanted to fly towards her with her hand.

He dragged him back into his arms and said hurriedly, "Just make do with some food! I'm not a picky eater." ”

Who does he not pick?

"What's the name of this thing?"

"The core is too soft. Ning Xiaoxian casually retorted nonsense. Her heart was indeed too soft, and she should have thrown him out at this time. She shook her head, simply opened the ledger, and ignored him.

Little by little, the night grew darker and darker.

And then—

She closed the ledger and sighed for the Nth time: "What do you want to do?" The kid moved a brocade stool and moved it to the edge of the desk. Anyway, he really ate all the cakes, which is a big pot......

"It was closer to the fireplace and warmer. He pointed to the firewood in the furnace with confidence, and had nothing to say, "You want to see so many account books alone?"

She glanced at him, "You know it's a ledger?"

He snorted from his nose: "I don't know, I can pinch and calculate, this account book allows me to do it, and it is not much slower than you." There was a faint mockery in the eyes of the woman opposite, didn't she know how much hatred there was like this?

The little toad yawned, what a big breath. Ning Xiaoxian didn't argue with him, and casually found a copy in the account book and threw it over: "Show me the proof, if you can't do it well, I'll send you back now." ”

"Good. He answered confidently, opened the ledger, and after a while looked embarrassed.

She stopped what she was doing and looked at him with a smile: "What, can't you do it?"

"Who said that. He scratched his head, "But I don't have the tools." Do you have an abacus here?"

Yes, he is only in the Qi refining period, and he can't condense his thoughts yet, so he can't make silent calculations in his heart like her. "I was negligent. She apologized dryly, and pulled out an ivory abacus from under her desk.

The calculators commonly used in this world are divided into abacus and abacus. Huang Fuming picked up the abacus and shook it gently, snapping twice, and the upper and lower beads returned to their places.

As soon as the connoisseur stretches out his hand, he will know if there is one. Ning Xiaoxian saw that he was so familiar with his movements, and couldn't help but believe it a little. Sure enough, this guy opened the account book, compared the entries and began to fly with his fingers, plucking beads in his left hand and holding a pen in his right hand, and began to check the accounts like a cloud.

For a moment, there was only the slight crackling sound of firewood being roasted by the fire, and the slight crackling sound of turning the abacus beads. Ning Xiaoxian smiled and shook his head, and also got busy.

Three quarters of an hour later, Huang Fuming pushed the account book in front of her: "It's done." ”

So fast? She took it and flipped to the first page, starting from the first entry, with an indifferent expression on her face, but secretly surprised in her heart. There is a lot of water in this ledger, a total of seventy-six fake accounts, and they were all caught by him, circled with a red pen, and marked in small characters next to them such as inflated purchase prices, low selling prices, and unclear entry categories, which are really very professional.

What made her pay special attention was Huang Fuming's handwriting. As the old saying goes, the words are like the people. The children of the world's rich families began to write at the age of six, and when they were twelve or thirteen years old, their handwriting was basically finalized. Huang Fuming's handwriting is indeed good-looking, although it does not hide the edge, but it is not as strange and steep as she imagined, but slightly mellow, and the tail pen is delicate, showing that he is a thoughtful person, which is simply different from his appearance.

She quietly put down the account book. The boy in front of her looked at her nervously, like a schoolboy waiting for the teacher's praise: "What's the matter, is there anything wrong?"

She smiled and said, "Nothing was wrong, you did a great job." ”

Huang Fuming's face suddenly turned red with excitement, and then he coughed lightly and said, "It's just a trivial matter, how can it be difficult to defeat me?"

"Then you can help me with a few more little things. She pushed the three account books next to her, "It's yours too." ”

"Small meaning. He raised his hand to take it, and crackled the abacus again.

"How can you learn this abacus?" He is a young master who is loved by thousands of people, and the King of the Mirror Sea actually let his son learn this?

"The art of abacus can refine the mind, and my father specially invited a master to teach it. Huangfu Ming pouted, "Since I was three years old, I have to learn a lot of things. Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and the number of books are just the most basic. ”

Could it be that the Mirror Sea King is also a tiger father who advocates learning to start from a doll? This child looks bright and has not enjoyed a few days of happy childhood life, right?

She suddenly looked up at the fireplace and narrowed her eyes slightly.

"What's wrong?"

Ning Xiaoxian said lightly: "It's nothing, it's about to rain, and the rain is not small." ”

"How do you know?" he had heard that the high-ranking monks had the power of celestial and human sensing.

"The flames were very pale, and there was ash falling from the flue. ”

“…… All right. He was busy and didn't see Ning Xiaoxian's thoughtful expression.

The breeze outside the window blew, messing up the account book in front, Huang Fuming instinctively reached out and held it, and Feng'er just turned the book to the last page. He saw a few delicate small characters on it with ink stains that began to dry: "Ning Xiao idle trial".

Ning Xiaoxian, this is her real name, why does it sound so familiar?

There seemed to be a flash of lightning in his heart.

Yes, after he joined the sect, what he listened to the brothers talked about the most was Senior Brother Quan's love history. Senior Brother Quan is also very strange, every time he asks about his sweetheart, he always smiles gently, but never mentions her name. I heard that he first fell in love with a mortal woman who couldn't cultivate immortals, and was almost lost by his heart demon. The uncle in charge was furious and wanted to get rid of the woman, but then he didn't know why he changed his attitude and agreed that they were together. But Senior Brother Quan is still alone, the legendary mortal woman is never by his side, but he refuses other women's love.

Is that her? Her surname is Ning, and she knows Senior Brother Quan, so do you still think about being a second person? But isn't she a mortal who has nothing to do with cultivating immortals, how can she be in the hidden stream, how can she have such a profound cultivation, and still have such power?

It's really, really, interesting. Daddy once said that the most important lesson he taught himself was that "there must be a reason for something that goes wrong." So there must be a fun story hidden in this.

Huang Fuming lowered his eyes, concealed the flickering light inside, and stared at the account book seriously.

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"Boom-" A huge thunder rolled by, shaking Huang Fuming awake. (To be continued......)