Qin Molin would feel satisfied when he could watch Feng Xingying eating his food with a happy face.
So he also felt that Feng Xingying was a very magical person, who actually made him, a person who couldn't cook at all and had never thought of learning such a wasteful thing in the world, become a master of cooking.
But Qin Molin's cooking skills were only shown to Feng Xingying. Even if she occasionally shared it with Granny Ye, the old lady was still in Feng Xingying's favor.
If Feng Xingying wasn't around, he wouldn't even bother to touch the kitchen utensils even if he was eating raw meat.
Fortunately, Qin Molin's cooking is different from ordinary people. He has strong mind control and is good at multitasking. He can cook more than a dozen dishes at the same time, and he can also cook, refine tools, and read at the same time.
This kind of Qin Molin was often envied and talked about by Feng Xingying.
Feng Xingying's life seemed to be fulfilling, but Qin Molin knew that the thorn in her heart had not been resolved yet, it was just suppressed.
He didn't say what he promised her a second time, but he was doing it silently.
It wasn't until two months later that Qin Molin pulled Feng Xingying away in a hurry.
Only then did Feng Xingying find out that Qin Molin had gone behind her back to participate in the competition for the highest external position in the temple - domain network manager.
In the whole process, Qin Molin worked hard, passing five levels and killing six generals, but unfortunately he still couldn't use his best spiritual power!
Among his opponents, there are several well-connected people who can always gain some advantages by relying on their relationships with certain people within God's Domain.
When the strengths are similar, this little advantage will be magnified.
But how many people can stop what Qin Molin wants to do
He never told Feng Xingying about the hardships, but told Feng Xingying the result in an understatement:
"I have obtained the qualification of domain network manager and can be received by the saint. You just hide in my space and come out when the time comes."
"Qin Molin." Feng Xingying's throat was choked, but he couldn't speak. He just stretched out his arms and hugged Qin Molin's broad back tightly.
"Silly girl, you don't trust me so much? What does this little thing mean to me?" Qin Molin had already guessed that Feng Xingying would be a little excited and stroked the long hair of the little head in his arms. Not much explanation was given.
Isn't it great that she is happy
"Thank you." Feng Xingying buried her head on Qin Molin's chest, greedily smelling the delicious morning dew on his body.
"Want to thank me? Not now, wait until tonight."
"You, gangster!" Feng Xingying let go of his hand in shame and turned around angrily.
This bastard is deliberately ruining the atmosphere!
As he was about to see her, Feng Xingying felt even more timid about being close to home. The question she was originally prepared to ask her actually became a little uneasy, and she was even a little scared. If she didn't know the answer, she could make excuses for her.
If you know the answer, there will be no room for maneuver. If you are not satisfied with the result, you may not even be able to think about it.
"Don't be afraid, you still have me." As if sensing Feng Xingying's anxiety, Qin Molin suddenly grabbed her arm: "Because of me, and only you."
Feng Xingying turned his head and met his dark and deep eyes. He actually looked a little lost in thought and couldn't help but fall deeply into it.
It wasn't until she nodded that the smile spread slightly on his face.
She seemed to hear the sound of melting ice and snow, and felt a faint pain in her heart.
She knew what Qin Molin said was serious. In his world, the door to family affection was closed, and she was the only one left.