The door closed, Bai Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, but luckily he didn't find it.
After a brief wash, she walked out of the room wearing loose short-sleeved pajamas.
Chu Yan put the hot milk on the small table on the balcony, while he fetched the freshly baked snacks in the kitchen.
"What is this? You did it?"
Chu Yan brought a plate of browned and blackened biscuits over, "I just learned it, the heat is not set, and it is a bit burnt, so don't eat it at all."
Bai Zhi hurriedly grabbed the plate in his hand, "I'll try it." This is Chu Yan's first time making sweets, and she naturally can't miss it.
The biscuits didn't look very good, but they tasted surprisingly good, crispy and sweet.
"How is it?" He sat down in the sofa chair opposite Bai Zhi.
"It's delicious, not worse than the cake shop outside." Then she took another piece and put it in her mouth, biting out a crisp sound.
Chu Yan bowed his eyebrows happily: "It's fine if you like it. I learned how to make cupcakes and try it tomorrow." It turned out to be such a mood to cook food for the person I like.
It's sweet and satisfying.
Especially when the other party says it's delicious.
The kid stood beside Bai Zhi, staring at the crispy biscuits in the plate, his tongue kept licking, but it was a pity that he couldn't eat it.
When Chu Yan went to the kitchen to put a tray, Bai Zhi asked in a low voice, "Do you want to eat?"
The kid hurriedly nodded: "I want to eat it. I haven't eaten it for a long, long time." For a long time, he has forgotten what the taste of the biscuit really is.
"You can take it if you want to eat it, a lot." Bai Zhi said generously.
The kid shook his head: "I'm not from the sun, we can't eat your things casually, unless-"
The kid stopped talking and didn't say any further.
This request is unreasonable, at least he thinks it is unreasonable.
"Unless what?" Bai Zhi asked.
The kid shook his head: "It's nothing." He lowered his head, his face unconcealable loss.
His parents, I'm afraid they don't remember that he still has his son.
Bai Zhi thought for a while, and asked: "I heard that to give something to a deceased relative, you need to put the things in front of the spiritual position. If you don’t have a spiritual position, you can also wrap the things in a postal parcel and write the name and birthday of the deceased. , Relatives in the underworld can receive it, right?"
The little ghost looked up at Bai Zhi and nodded softly: "Yeah!" No one has ever sent him a parcel, and no one has provided him with food.
Bai Zhi took out a notebook from the drawer under the table, "Quickly tell me your name and birthday, and I will send it to you."
The little ghost suddenly raised his head and looked at Bai Zhi with a look of surprise: "Really? But why? Why do you want to do this? We are not relatives, you can ignore me."
"I want to ignore you, but you keep dangling in front of my eyes, how can I ignore you?" She suddenly smiled, trying to reach out and rub the little devil's hair, only to realize that she couldn't touch it at all.
He shrank back and laughed: "Well, you go watch TV, I'll go make a postal parcel now."
There is a tutorial on how to make a postal parcel in Yin Fu on the Internet, which is very simple. She saw it once, and found it interesting at the time, and didn't take it too seriously. How could she think of a useful day in this life.
When Chu Yan packed up the dishes and came out of the oven, Bai Zhi was no longer in the living room, and only half of the milk on the table was drunk.
"Zhi'er, where have you been?" Chu Yan called.
The Bai Zhi in the room put on headphones to learn how to make a postal package, and did not hear Chu Yan's shout. When Chu Yan walked into the room, she thought it was too late to turn off the computer.