Devilish Dream Boy Pampers Me to the Sky

I don't know how many years the old ancestor, who has not experienced this kind of feeling, looked at the little girl next to him, and he was quite new to this kind of experience.

Just like a child who finally got a toy, he can't help but want to reach out and poke twice.

However, the ancestor is an ancestor, not a child of a few years old, and novelty is novelty. Now the main thing in the ancestor's mind is how to stay better.

Thinking of the little girl saying that there are recipes and spices in the kitchen.

The ancestor, who didn't even recognize kitchenware, frowned.

What he lacks is the recipe, does the dish still have seasoning?

What he lacks now is a pair of hands that can cook.

Frowning, thinking about the few understanding of cooking in his mind.

The two got to the kitchen like this.

The kitchen of the cottage is external and it looks a bit awkward. It seems that after the house was built, it was discovered that no kitchen was built. Although it is possible to not eat, it seems a little uncomfortable if you do not eat. After all, their home will not produce anything. If you are a cultivator, you must enjoy life, right?

So I made up for this feeling.

The kitchen is connected to the spiritual spring water. As long as the bamboo board is flicked, the spiritual spring water will flow down the half-cut bamboo tube and do some cleaning work for those spiritual plants.

A little further in there are pots and stoves. They are the kind of stoves that need to make a fire, but the firewood used under the stove is not ordinary firewood, or air-dried spirit wood. This kind of firewood can burn for a long time.

It is used when it is lighted, and it is destroyed when it is not used. It may not be controlled by a mortal, but for a cultivator, it can be said that it is very easy to control the fire.

Standing in an unfamiliar place, looking at all kinds of strange things, the ancestor fell into a deep confusion, lowered his eyes, and saw the little girl poking her head from behind her body.

There is also a lot of circle here.

Obviously, I am not very familiar with it.

Isn't this her house?

Bai Xingjian paused slightly.

Then suddenly he had an epiphany, no wonder he had to leave someone to cook, probably...this little girl can't?

Chu Ci looked around, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Bai Xingjian's dark eyes staring straight at him, and he couldn't help but pause slightly, blinking his eyes and taking a step back.

Seeing him still staring, the little girl frowned at the end, she frowned, took a step back with her little skirt, and looked back, "What are you doing?"

"It's nothing."

Bai Xingjian, who felt like she had discovered the truth, shook her head, raised her hand and rolled up her sleeves, then looked around, then turned to look around, paused for a moment, and said, "Where is the recipe?"

It was also a waste of common sense, but not to the point of being an ancestor. Chu Ci took the ancestor to recognize the things in the kitchen.

In order to prevent the ancestor from throwing the whole dish directly into the pot, Chu Ci also deliberately washed it, and then cut it.

The little girl also rolled her sleeves and lowered her eyes, her eyes were serious and intent, but with such a focused and serious expression on the face of this white and tender bun, it was a little bit of contradiction.

The exposed little hands are also born for nothing, like lotus root joints.

The ancestor, who was standing by, had straight eyes.

After sniffing the inexplicably comfortable aura on the little girl, the ancestor's eyes narrowed slightly.

He didn't feel that his behavior was like a pervert, and he maintained a serious face.