Si Yiming was very satisfied that no one disturbed him and Gu Bai being alone.
Even though I can't make any special progress by being alone, the atmosphere is very different with just the two of them.
Si Yiming rolled up his sleeves and went to beat eggs. Today, the two of them decided to cook a few dumplings and fry an egg for a while.
Gu Bai looked at Mr. Si who went straight to the kitchen, was stunned for a while, and hurriedly followed: "Mr. Si?"
Si Yiming took off his coat and said, "I will cook the simple food today."
Mr. Si has been fighting with Mrs. Ling Snake and Gu Bai for so long. Even if he doesn't have any high-end cooking skills, there is no problem with cooking a scallion, omelette, and dumplings.
Gu Bai stood at the edge of the kitchen and hesitated for two seconds. Seeing Si Yiming's skilled movements, he felt that something was wrong.
He took two steps forward, and Si Yiming turned around and pushed him to the top of the stairs, then shoved Gu Bai's backpack into his arms: "Go and pack up."
Gu Bai held the backpack, looked at the head in front of him, and glanced at Si Yiming who turned back. After thinking about it, he still took out a few bottles and a small cloth bag that Si Yiming gave him from the backpack. to the second floor.
Several bottles are not small, the material is very special, the starting point is delicate and cold, the texture is a bit like jade, but it is clear and milky white, and you can vaguely see the red surging inside.
These bottles are the blood of the vermilion bird, which is very precious.
In the small cloth bag next to it, there are Vermillion Bird's feathers and other odds and ends.
It is said to be a small cloth bag, but it is actually a small burden bundled with a complete piece of cloth.
The material of the small cloth bag is very special. The appearance is white, light and soft, and the hand is silky and cool, just like the first-class satin, but it is much softer than the satin.
A thin layer of cloth that feels like it's caught in a cloud.
Open the cloth bag, and there are layers of light colors like clouds on the inside. In these clouds, there are many fine pieces of fluff and complete feathers, exuding waves of heat waves, in the cloth bag that blocks the light , like a charcoal fire, emitting a bright orange-red light.
Gu Bai re-tied the small cloth bag, and the heated air around him gradually cooled down.
According to Mr. Si, these feathers fell from the Vermillion Bird over the years.
Divine beasts don't usually shed their hair naturally, but in order to maintain their gorgeous and elegant appearance, they will regularly clean up the feather scales on their bodies.
Most of these feathers have been cleaned off, and they are not as fierce as the feathers on Vermilion Bird, but they are still hot.
Gu Bai looked at the small cloth bag, then turned to look at the bottles of Vermilion Bird's blood carefully placed on the table. After thinking about it, he took a bottle and walked to the corner, opening the cork on the bottle.
A heat wave suddenly rushed out of the bottle, looking forward through the mouth of the bottle, the small easel table and cabinet on the opposite side were twisted.
Gu Bai put the cap on the bottle, thinking that he might not be able to paint this painting.
At such a temperature, how could he find a canvas or brush that could withstand it? Stepping back, there was no suitable paint.
Gu Bai put the bottles away with great care, for fear that they would accidentally tip over and turn into a burning studio, then turned around and quickly went downstairs.
"Mr. Si, Mr. Si!" Gu Bai walked with the wind and blew all the way to Si Yiming.
Before he could say anything, he saw Si Yiming standing by the trash can, pouring a plate of charred fried eggs into it, trying to destroy the body.
Gu Bai: "..."
Si Yiming: "..."
"...Mr. Si." Gu Bai looked away from the plate of eggs, thought about it, and decided that nothing had happened.
Si Yiming put the empty plate in his hand on the cooking table, and pretended that nothing happened, and looked at Gu Bai.
"The temperature of that feather and blood is too high, and I don't have any painting tools and paints to use." Gu Bai said as he took out two eggs from the refrigerator.
Si Yiming watched Gu Bai's movements for a while. This time, he carefully recorded the steps and time, and then said, "The canvas is just the piece of Xia Brocade."
Gu Bai sprinkled chopped green onion into the egg mixture, and when he heard Si Yiming's answer, he thought of the piece of cloth that was formed into a small cloth bag.
"That's called Xia Jin. It feels very comfortable to touch."
Of course it is comfortable, can the brocade woven by Yunxia be uncomfortable
Not only comfortable, but also warm in winter and cool in summer.
Si Yiming thought about it, glanced at Gu Bai, and decided to find a time to ask Zhu Niao how many Xia Jin he wanted, and make some for Gu Bai... um, pajamas.
After all, the fabric of pajamas is good, and the quality of sleep will be better.
Gu Bai is still growing.
Si Yiming watched intently as Gu Bai poured the egg mixture into the hot oil pan.
The bright yellow egg liquid immediately froze, and the surrounding area was quickly cooked. Gu Bai shook the pan, and seeing that there was no sticking to the pan, he simply turned the egg over.
The smell of fried eggs suddenly permeated.
Mr. Si turned his head and glanced at the trash can: "..."
After watching Gu Bai put up the pot, he withdrew his gaze from the trash can, turned his head to take a pressure cooker and filled half a pot of water, and boiled the water to prepare the dumplings.
Gu Bai packed the scallion omelette, turned his head and said to Si Yiming, "However, there are no suitable brushes and paints."
Moreover, Gu Bai was not sure if he could paint on new fabrics that he had not touched before.
Because Xia Brocade is completely different from cotton and linen fabrics suitable for oil painting canvases.
But compared to the brushes and paints that are sure to be directly burned, the material of the canvas is not a problem.
Si Yiming ignored this. He thought about it and said, "I'll help you prepare a usable set as soon as possible."
What painting tools can insist on painting under the power of Vermilion Bird
nonsense.
Of course, it is to find monsters and human monks who are good at refining tools to give Gu Bai a new set of magic weapons!
Gu Bai watched Si Yiming put twenty or so dumplings into the boiling water, first nodded, and then touched his nose in embarrassment.
Si Yiming turned to look at him: "What's wrong?"
Gu Bai pressed softly: "The studio on the second floor of my house is also not suitable. The temperature is too high and it will damage my previous works."
Although the community of Jiuzhou Shanhaiyuan belongs to the kind of extremely safe area where a missile blasts over, and the monsters in the community can watch the fireworks explode hand in hand, but if something goes wrong inside, there is really no special way to do it.
Anyway, the formation of the community and the room would definitely not be able to protect Gu Bai's ordinary painting tools and paintings under the temperature of the vermilion bird's blood.
Mr. Si pondered for a long time, until the dumplings in the pot floated up and turned out the white belly, and then said: "Then you can go to my house to paint, the second floor of my house is idle, it has been empty all the time."
Gu Bai was stunned for a moment, then tilted his head to meet his boss Yi Ming's gaze. He instinctively felt that something was not right, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that there was nothing wrong.
The reason why he felt something was wrong was probably because he had never entered Si Yiming's house a few times.
Although his study room was almost filled with Si Yiming's things, he did a serious calculation and went to Mr. Si's house seriously, but Gu Bai had only been there once.
It was probably because he subconsciously didn't think that Mr. Si would open up his private domain to others, so he felt surprised and wrong.
Gu Bai thought so, then nodded and agreed to Si Yiming's proposal.
Gu Bai was nervous about going to see Zhu Niao in his dream, and he ate his dinner quickly.
Si Yiming watched Gu Bai put down the tableware and chopsticks and brushed his teeth, then took out the bottle of Vermilion Bird's Spiritual Mind, looking at him expectantly.
"Vermilion Bird separates the memory that she thinks can best show her heroic appearance, don't worry."
Si Yiming was talking, and after Gu Bai was lying on the bed nervously, he reached out and covered Gu Bai's eyes.
When he raised his hand again, Gu Bai had already fallen into a deep sleep.
Mr. Si opened the mouth of the bottle and watched the thin lines with a red halo slowly float out. He sat on the edge of the bed with peace of mind, thinking about how to clean up the second floor after returning home.
Just kidding, how could there be a vacant place in his Pixiu's nest.
The first floor of Si Yiming's house is the living room, and the second floor is his treasure house!
right!
It was the treasure house that Gu Lang had stabbed through a hole three hundred years ago.
After three hundred years, Si Yiming kept adding all kinds of formations to protect it tightly, and now the treasure house has become full again.
But now, the treasures in the treasure house may have to stay in another place.
Because the treasure house will usher in a bigger treasure.
A living, moving, super cute, big baby who can cook.
The big baby Gu Bai walked through a long darkness in his dream, and when he was gradually lost, he heard a loud and clear cry.
It sounded like a bird, and it was like the whistling of the wind.
He followed the sound in a daze, the darkness in front of him gradually faded, and he slowly revealed a mountain and river in front of him.
There are mountains and mountains, countless birds and birds make their homes here, and on the highest peaks, there is a scorching fire like a scorching sun.
There flew out a big bird that was covered in rays of light, with a fiery red and golden light all over her body. She had an elegant posture, and with a flutter of her wings, she flew straight into the nine heavens.
Gu Bai felt like he had turned into the sky and could see infinite distances.
He looked at the place where the vermilion bird passed, the sky that was originally clear sky was cloudy, and several thunderclouds full of the oppressive power of heaven and earth were born.
Gu Bai glanced at those Leiyun, and naturally knew that someone was about to become an immortal.
And Zhu Niao did not look back, and went straight to his destination.
Gu Bai's eyes closely followed her, watching him fly over the vast land, and the scenery below changed from mountains to hills, and from hills to plains.
She went all the way north, and when she passed a vast, silent and barren lake, her wings were wide open, and two balls of fire like the scorching sun went straight into the lake.
With a loud "bang", the water turned into steam and evaporated, filling the air everywhere.
At this moment, a huge fish suddenly rose up in the water. Seeing the weathered bird, it screamed angrily and rushed to the sky to fight the Vermillion Bird.
From the quiet and peaceful scenery film to the tragic action scene in one second, Gu Bai was frightened by the loud noise, and looked at the two huge birds that were shaking the mountains and changing colors, and his mind flashed. What Guo Si Yiming said before he fell asleep.
- Vermilion Bird separates out the memories that she believes can best reveal her heroic appearance.
Gu Bai: "..."
The author has something to say: Zhu Bird: The old lady is the most handsome!
Kunpeng: Your fairy is the most handsome :)