Looking for a sunny day, Bei Dye took good things to Cangwu Palace. It was rare to see Ji Changkong sitting in the hall, doing nothing.

In the past, every time she came, he would either farm in the backyard garden, copy books and paint in the temple, and sometimes water the flowers and plants in front of the front hall.

Seeing her coming, Ji Changkong was not surprised, but naturally poured her a glass of water and asked her to sit. It seems that in Ji Chang's hollow heart, he has accepted her a lot.

Kitazme took out a bag from his sleeve, untied the rope, and poured all the contents on the table. Inside the pile were a large bag of walnuts, bottles and jars of raisins, pistachios, tea leaves, rose petals, roasted crisp slices, and a few other nuts that Ji Changkong couldn't name and a bag of white cotton-like sugar cubes that I didn't know what they were.

Ji Changkong was unclear: "What are you going to do here?" ”

While counting the things on the table, Bei Ran replied, "Make snowflake cakes." ”

Ji Changkong was even more puzzled: "Make snowflake cake?" Here? ”

Kitazan said, "That's right. ”

No matter how delicious this snowflake cake is, it definitely doesn't have the fragrance when it first came out of the pot, so Bei Dye thought about it for a while and decided to bring the ingredients to Cangwu Palace and make them on the spot, so that Ji Changkong could taste the freshness.

Ji Changkong thought about his kitchen for a while, and his face was embarrassed: "But the kitchen here has not been used for a long time, and now I am afraid that it has fallen a lot of dust." ”

Because he was never the only one in this Cangwu Palace, no one would help him clean it except himself. And he eats very casually, the cakes offered by other priests, the fruits of the fruit trees in the garden, and the nether tributes distributed by the heavens once a month are all his food.

Even a god with high mana like him, with his own aura support, will not go hungry even if he doesn't eat. When he eats, it's just for taste or fun, and he's not the kind of person who will cook for a bowl of hot food.

The only tea he drinks regularly is not in the kitchen.

The last time I used the kitchen, it was when Keigo contracted the wind chill and used it once when he boiled a cold medicine for him, and that was several months ago.

Bei Ran waved his hand: "It's okay, just clean up." ”

The two came to the kitchen, and as soon as they pushed the door open, there was a smell of dust coming to their faces, and Beiran was stunned, this ash is really a lot.

No matter who looks at it, the entire Cangwu Palace is a neat and beautiful scene, but the gray kitchen in the southeast corner of the palace is incompatible with it.

Ji Changkong said: "You wait for me here, I'll go fetch water." ”

Kitazor found a stone to sit on the side, and waited for him there. Not long after, Ji Changkong came over with a small wooden bucket filled with water.

Bei Ran put down the ingredients in his hand and planned to go over to help him, but Ji Changkong stopped her outside the door and said, "You go there and sit still, there is a lot of dust here, don't stain your clothes, I'll come, okay call you." ”

Bei Ran stopped coming forward, maybe he knew how to clean his palace himself, so he went back to the stone before and sat down, holding his head to watch him busy. What I saw with my own eyes this time once again confirmed that Ji Changkong was really fast, and Beiran felt that she hadn't been sitting on the stone for long before the kitchen had been cleaned.

Ji Changkong came out of the house and said to her, "Okay now, you go in first, I'll come over to help you later." ”

Bei Dye should be fine, carried things into the kitchen, opened the bottles and cans containing the ingredients, and began to prepare handily.

Ji Changkong loves cleanliness very much, so he just cleaned the house, and when he came back, he had already changed his clothes.

He walked over to Kitazei and watched as she expertly put all sorts of things into the kitchenware, mashing this one and grinding that into powder. "Is there anything you haven't done yet?" I can help you. ”

Bei Ran thought for a while and said, "That walnut hasn't been shelled yet, so you can help me peel the walnut." ”

Ji Changkong took the big bag of walnuts from the side, took out two and pinched them in his hands, and said with a blank face: "How to peel this?" ”

When Beiran heard this, he put down what he was doing and came to teach him.

She took two walnuts in her hand and showed them to Ji Changkong, saying, "Look, just like this, put the two together, and then pinch the ...... hard", the walnuts cracked in response to the sound, and continued: "So that the shell will crack, and you can peel off the shell from the crack and take out the walnut flesh inside." ”

Throwing the peeled flesh into a large bowl, she looked at the thing in Ji Changkong's empty hand with expectant eyes, and said, "Now you can try it." ”

Ji Changkong nodded, and according to the method she had just taught, she took the walnut and squeezed it hard......

After pinching it, he didn't immediately open his hand to see the results, but looked at Bei Ran with a strange expression, although Bei Ran didn't know what was going on, but looking at his appearance, it was estimated that this walnut was not pinched very well.

Sure enough, after a while, he spread out his hand, and there were still walnuts in his palm, leaving only a pile of scum that if others didn't know, they couldn't tell what it was.

The two of them were speechless, and after half a sound, Bei Ran broke out into a deafening laugh: "Haha...... Hahaha...... Hahahaha......"

Ji Changkong: "......".

Beiran covered his stomach and couldn't stop laughing: "I know that our Rukawa-kun is infinitely powerful, but it shouldn't be used in this kind of place." ”

Ji Changkong: "......".

After laughing enough, Beiran wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, coughed lightly, and said, "Ahem...... I think maybe you're pushing too hard, so you try to be lighter. ”

So Ji Changkong took two more, and this time he was really lighter, so light that the two walnuts didn't move at all. Beiran stared intently at his hand and instructed, "You are a little heavier." ”

It was a little heavier, but the two walnuts still didn't move.

Bei Dye induced again, and gestured with his hand: "A little heavier, a little heavier." ”

Ji Changkong nodded, and increased his strength again, only to hear a crisp sound of "bang", North Dye thought, this time it will be successful, and hurriedly urged Ji Changkong to open the handle.

Who knows, this time is the same as last time, the walnuts are still slag and shattered.

Both of them were very annoyed, how could something as simple as pinching a walnut become like this to him.

Beiran remembered that when everyone in the Heavenly Realm mentioned Rukawa-kun, they said how great he was, how strong his mana was, and how heroic he was in killing the enemy, and sighed in his heart, maybe this is an example of overkill.

Circling around the stove, Bei Ran found a rolling pin from the corner, snapped his fingers at it, turned it into a small hammer, and said: "It's not easy to control the strength of pinching with your hands, then you try to hit with this hammer, it should be much better with the help of tools than with empty hands, like this......"

After saying that, he showed him how to use this little thing to crack a walnut shell and peel a whole flesh from it.

Finally, she handed the hammer to Ji Changkong's empty hand and encouraged him to do it again.

Ji Changkong followed her example, clenched the hammer with his right hand, pressed the walnut with his left hand, and then smashed it.

This hammer went down, the walnut was not hurt at all, but Ji Changkong's white and slender thumb and middle finger suffered, and the force exerted on the hammer was all transferred to his hand, and the two fingers immediately became red and swollen, in stark contrast to the few normal fingers next to him, which was shocking.

However, Ji Changkong was very able to endure the pain, and after being hit by such a hammer, he didn't say a word, and he didn't even frown.

Bei Ran found out that the hammer in his hand was aimed at the wrong angle, and before he could stop it, Ji Changkong had already knocked it down. Seeing him like this, Bei Ran was amused and distressed in his heart.

She hurriedly took his hand, put it to her mouth and blew it, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her words were full of worry: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt." ”

As soon as the words came out, she felt that she had said a nonsense, and it was strange that it didn't hurt to knock it like this. So he said, "Why are you so careless, it hurts so much." With him, he went out to the front hall to find the medicine box.

Ji Changkong refused to leave, and said, "I'm fine." ”

He was strong, and Bei Ran was also strong, saying that he had to take him to bandage it first, but Ji Changkong couldn't resist her, so he still followed her. When she arrived at the front hall, she found the medicine box and let her wrap her two fingers into carrots.

When he returned to the kitchen, Ji Changkong still wanted to help, but Bei Ran said that he wouldn't let him do anything this time. I found a small bench for him to sit down, said that he was not allowed to come until the snowflake cake was ready, and then rolled up his sleeves and finished everything.

The snowflake cake is out of the pot, and the fragrance is overflowing. When it cools down a little, Kitazei takes the whole piece out of the mold and places it on the cutting board, then takes a kitchen knife and cuts it into many even pieces.

After it was done, she couldn't wait to give it to him to taste, so she beckoned to Ji Changkong on the small bench. In the next moment, Ji Changkong came to the stove.

Bei Ran picked up a piece, the crisp was still a little hot at this time, she put it to her mouth and blew it, and then fed it to Ji Changkong.

Because his finger was smashed, Ji Changkong didn't take the crisp by himself like last time, but opened his mouth obediently and ate the piece fed by Bei Ran.

After eating a piece, Ji Changkong approvingly: "It tastes good." After eating, he stared at the plate and signaled Beiran to give him another piece. So Bei Ran fed him another piece, and he ate it meekly.

Two pieces of belly, Ji Changkong realized that it didn't seem to be righteous to eat alone, so he also took a piece and handed it to Bei Ran's mouth: "You can taste it too." ”

Bei Ran ate the crisp he handed over, and nodded: "The roses and pecans that grow in Shuiyao's garden are more fragrant than others. ”

And the next moment, Bei Ran suddenly woke up: Ji Changkong was smashed with his left hand, and he didn't need to be fed by others to eat, unless he was left-handed. However, a martial god like them must be as flexible as his left and right hands, and no matter which one is injured, the other can still be used as usual.

So—just now Ji Changkong actually ate what she fed him! Just now, Ji Changkong actually fed her!

Thinking of this, Bei Ran paused in his hand, and his face turned red in an instant. Ji Changkong had just picked up a piece of crisp from another plate, wanting to let her taste the new taste, and when she looked up, she looked at him with red ears, and instantly reacted.

He took the crisp in his hand, didn't put it, didn't hand it over, and finally fed it stiffly to his mouth, and said intermittently: "This crisp ...... It tastes good, I ...... I'm going to get a box and put them away. ”

After that, he bypassed the North Dye and walked out of the door.

Since then, whenever there is a festival, when Bei Dye makes something delicious and gives it to some immortals in the sky, he will also send a copy to Ji Changkong.

Gradually, Jingwu discovered this secret, he was embarrassed to ask for Bei Ran directly, so he calculated the days and ran to Ji Changkong to eat and drink, but he couldn't get rid of it.

In addition to this, he also discovered a strange thing. For some reason, from the first time he rubbed Ji Changkong's snowflake cake, in the years since, every time he saw him, Ji Changkong's fingers were always wrapped in gauze, swollen like two carrots, either left or right.

When I asked him what was wrong, he wouldn't say.