Who's it?

A little question mark rose in his mind, and the little one sniffed, forcing himself to be sober again.

I heard a ding-dong sound outside.

Accompanied by the regular sound of chopping vegetables, the slight sound of colliding with pots and pans constituted a strange symphony, which diffused into Xiang Xing's ears.

After a while, an extremely tempting fragrance poured into her nose strongly.

……

It's food!!

The pheromones of the food made Xiang Xing more awake, and he couldn't help but subconsciously wipe his mouth, sit up staggeringly, and crawl out of bed.

Misty with moist soft eyes, he stumbled out along the scent of the vague and unfamiliar road in front of him.

After groping for a long time, I finally found the door with the strongest fragrance and the clearest clanging sound, and opened it.

The soft eyes were wide and he looked in.

I saw a tall and long figure in a light gray shirt, standing in front of the stove and busy.

On the stove, a small casserole was gurgling, and the gluttonous fragrance was coming from it.

Seeing this, Xiang Xing didn't care about any image, as if the wolf saw the fried chicken bones she had eaten, and pounced directly on the stove......

Fortunately, the man was quick and stopped her in time.

"What are you doing?"

Wu Chen helplessly looked at the little girl who was pulling her arm hard, and the other hand was frantically stretching towards the small casserole on the stove, and shook her head silently.

“…… I'm going to starve! ”

Xiang Xing screamed milkily, then raised his little head, squeezed out two big bubbles of tears in his soft eyes, and looked at the man pitifully.

He couldn't help but laugh when he saw it.

After thinking about it, he suddenly put down the kitchen knife in his hand, turned around and scooped up the little guy, and threw it on the small cabinet next to him to sit.

"It's going to be fine right away, you wait."

The man spoke lightly, then turned back and continued to tinker with everything on the stove.

Xiang Xing could only look at him directly while wiping the halazi, and kept adding ingredients to the small casserole.

And among those ingredients, in addition to the chicken that looks extremely tender, there are also some things that look like medicinal herbs.

There was even a purple-red herb that she had never seen with the memories of the original owner's young sister, but she could feel an inexplicable fluctuation of spiritual power from it.

After Wu Chen put this herb into the small casserole, the fragrance of the medicinal food in the air added a bit of spiritual breath that could kill all psychicists.

Finally, after a period of boiling, Wu Chen turned off the heat and brought the small casserole off the stove.

Seeing this, the little guy's soft eyes suddenly brightened, and he couldn't help jumping off the low cabinet by himself, and followed the man out of the kitchen and to the sofa in the living room.

I watched him take a small bowl, carefully hold the yam chicken porridge, and hand it to her.

"Wow......"

Xiang Xing's soft eyes almost fell into the porridge that night.

I saw that in the lilac porridge, the yam was like a piece of jade, scattered in the crystal rice porridge, decorated with tender yellow chicken shreds and small ginger, with green green onions, nourishing and fresh.

Not to mention the mixture of these ingredients with the rich and spiritual gluttonous aroma......

The little one smacked his lips, couldn't hold back any longer, and reached out to hold the little bowl.

In the next second, she was directly scalded by the heat transmitted by the porcelain bowl, so hot that she screamed, retracted her little hand, and pinched her earlobe vigorously.