The ancestor, who had not experienced this kind of feeling for many years, looked at the little girl next to him, and felt quite novel about this kind of experience.
Just like a child who finally got a toy, he can't help but want to reach out and poke it twice.
But the ancestor is the ancestor after all, not a child of a certain age, the novelty is the novelty, the most important thing in the ancestor's mind now is how to keep it better.
Thinking of the little girl saying that there are recipes and seasonings in the kitchen.
The ancestor who couldn't even recognize the kitchen utensils frowned.
What he lacks is the recipe, is there any seasoning for the dish
What he lacks now is a pair of hands that can cook.
Frowning, thinking about the few understandings of cooking in his mind.
The two of them went to the kitchen.
The kitchen of the hut is external, and it looks a bit awkward. It seems that after the house was built, it was discovered that there was no kitchen. Although it is possible not to eat, it seems a bit uncomfortable if it is not eaten. After all, nothing will happen to their house. To cultivate a small expert, one must enjoy life, right
So I added this feeling again.
The kitchen is connected with spiritual spring water, as long as the bamboo board is moved, the spiritual spring water will flow down the half-cut bamboo tube to do some cleaning work on those spiritual plants and the like.
A little further inside, there are pots and stoves, which are the kind of stoves that need to be fired, but the firewood used under the stove is not ordinary firewood, but dried spirit wood, which can burn for a long time.
Use it when it is lit, and extinguish it when it is not used. It may not be possible for ordinary people to control it, but for a cultivator, it can be said that it is very easy to control this fire.
Standing in a strange place, looking at all kinds of strange things, the ancestor fell into deep confusion, lowered his eyes, and saw the little girl poking her head out from behind her body.
There is also a lot of circle here.
Obviously not very familiar with this place.
Isn't this her home
Bai Xingjian paused slightly.
Then I suddenly realized, no wonder people are left to cook, probably... this little girl can't either
Chu Ci looked around, and when she looked up, she saw Bai Xingjian's dark eyes staring straight at herself, she couldn't help but paused slightly, blinked her eyes and took a step back.
Seeing that he was still staring at him, and finally being stared at a little bit, the little girl frowned, took a step back with her little skirt, and looked back, "What are you doing?"
"nothing."
Feeling as if he had discovered the truth, Bai Xingjian shook his head, raised his hand and rolled up his sleeve, then looked around, turned his head to look over again, paused for a moment, and asked, "Where is the recipe?"
It is also common sense, but Chu Ci, who is not so wasteful as the ancestor, took the ancestor to identify the things in the kitchen.
In order to prevent the ancestor from directly throwing the whole dish into the pot, Chu Ci washed it and then cut it into pieces.
The little girl also had her sleeves rolled up, her eyes were lowered, her eyes were serious and focused, but such a focused and serious expression on this white and tender bun face felt a little out of harmony.
The exposed little hand is also white, like a lotus root joint.
The eyes of the ancestor standing beside him stared straight.
Sniffing the inexplicably comfortable aura on the little girl, the ancestor's eyes narrowed slightly.
He didn't feel that his behavior looked like a pervert at all, and he maintained a serious and serious face.