Back to the 80s to Raise a Wolfy Boyfriend

Egg pancakes are best cooked, especially the ones made by Gu Jin are very thin.

Soon the first golden omelette was put on the plate by her with a shovel.

Bringing the plate with egg pancakes in front of the boy, Gu Jin said softly, "The pancakes are still a little hot, let them hang out for a while before eating."

"Um."

An Mingji put his eyes on the plate, on the golden omelette.

Gu Jin turned around and made another bowl of malted milk with hot water, and brought it in front of him, "This is malted milk, try it if you like it."

An Mingji took a spoonful of it and drank it into his mouth. When he tasted the taste of malted milk, his eyes lit up, "It's delicious, very sweet, and has a milky fragrance."

"Drink everything if it tastes good." Seeing that he likes to drink, Gu Jin smiled.

She turned around and continued making omelets. By the time the second omelet was ready, the little boy had already eaten the plate and drank most of the malted milk in the bowl.

She put two omelettes on the plate with a spatula, and made the next one.

I didn't use much noodles, so I made three egg pancakes in total.

An Mingji was full after eating two, and Gu Jin personally destroyed the remaining one.

It has long since stopped outside the gate, and the mountain village at night is especially quiet.

After eating and drinking, Gu Jin and the boy blew out the candles in the kitchen and went back to the house.

As soon as he finished eating and couldn't sleep, Gu Jin took the child and asked him about the knowledge he had learned in the past two days, without mentioning what happened during the day today.

But she promised to keep everything about the little boy in her heart.

She promised that she would never let the little boy be bullied again.

Feng Ling Jue can only be practiced by women, but Feng Ling Jue is not the only practice in space. She will find a practice method that is suitable for the little boy, even if it is just to strengthen his body, the last thing is to let him have the ability to protect himself.

An Mingji was bullied this time, so he ran to the county again, lay on the bed and quickly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

After he fell asleep, Gu Jin entered the space.

She originally intended to find a suitable cultivation method for the little boy, but when she saw the ripe golden wheat fields in the space spirit field, there were also golden corn kernels that couldn't wait to emerge from the cobs.

As well as crescent-like green, sweet and delicious cucumbers, light green beans, round and pleasant-looking tomatoes, and some watermelons and melons have reached maturity.

In just three days, these crops, vegetables and fruits were all ripe.

Gu Jin felt that this was really incredible.

She was sure that these fruits, vegetables and crops had only been planted for three days, which was really against the sky.

Gu Jin still didn't know at this time that the spiritual fields were planted with various spiritual herbs and medicinal materials, and all the herbs needed for alchemy were hundreds of years old. If there were no spiritual fields to grow herbs, where would the world go to find those hundreds of years old Thousand-year-old medicinal materials.

Looking at the ripe crops in front of him, Gu Jin walked to the spiritual field in disbelief, held the ears of wheat in his hands, and felt a little real when he touched the real thing.

Looking up at the more than ten acres of spiritual land, no one can know the shock in her heart, and no one will share it.

After the shock, my heart was full of joy, so much food was enough for the Gu family to survive the famine.

When the food is ripe, it is time to harvest.

Glancing at the open space not far away, Gu Jin had an idea in his heart, if he could control the planting of food with his mind, could he also harvest it with his mind.

She circulated the spiritual power in her body, with her hands facing the sky in the void, and when she thought about it, everything in front of her eyes moved without wind.

The golden wheat floated towards the clearing that Gu Jin had glanced at before, at such a fast speed that several acres of wheat were piled up on the clearing in the blink of an eye, like a hill.