Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

——He is usually very busy, how can he squeeze time?

"Um."

The man responded softly without stopping.

He smiled casually, with a relaxed look on his face, "It's just that I haven't slept for four days."

"..."

The little guy choked directly.

Four days without sleep!

Can this be a normal human being?

Thinking about it, Xiang Xing scratched his face subconsciously.

She blinked her soft eyes in disbelief, looked at the face that didn't have the breath of staying up late, and couldn't help asking, "Brother Bai Si, aren't you sleepy like this?"

If she doesn't rest her mind, she can be sleepy.

Not to mention the body!

"Of course I'll be tired."

Bai Si laughed, put the washed vegetables into a bowl, and stuffed it into Xiang Xing's arms.

Continuing to turn around again, he turned on the kitchen equipment familiarly, and changed the original automatic mode to manual mode.

In a word, in that relaxed voice that could take time out to hum a little melody, the little guy didn't feel the slightest bit of sleepiness.

I just stared blankly at him as he boiled water, and really started cooking...

...

It didn't take long for the three dishes and one soup to be served on the table of Xiang Xing's family.

A fried shredded potato, a sweet and sour pork ribs, a pan-fried salmon fillet, and a pot of salty lemon duck stew.

They are all dishes with ancient heritage for this world.

However, it has a more attractive aroma that is different from the assembly-line dishes created by all-intelligent mechanization.

Hearing this familiar and long-standing smell, Xiang Xing was suddenly a little excited.

The dishes made by humans are indeed very different from the dishes made by AI intelligence...

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Thinking about it, she couldn't help but expectantly, sniffed her little nose hard, and threw herself on the dining table with a whimper.

The next second, the man grabbed the back collar like in a game, pulled it back gently, and pressed it onto the chair.

"What's the hurry, the cooked duck can't fly away."

Bai Si smiled helplessly, picked up the spoon, and poured a bowl of old duck soup for the little greedy cat who was frantically rubbing his hands and his soft eyes were shining.

He raised his delicate eyebrows slightly proudly, and pursed his red lips, "I pickled this lemon, you can try it."

"Ooooo~"

The little guy immediately hugged the soup bowl.

Scoop up a spoon, blow carefully, and put it in your mouth.

The next second, the watery soft eyes suddenly widened in amazement.

"Delicious!"

She snorted excitedly and snorted down a bowl of soup.

"It's good to drink."

Looking at Xiang Xing's extremely seductive greedy look, the man smiled extremely satisfied and happy.

He handed her a bowl of rice, then turned to his side, propped his head slightly, and watched her feast on her.

From time to time, I have to help the little guy who is choked to caress his back.

...

"Whoo~"

Until the last sip of soup fell, Xiang Xing leaned back on the chair with great satisfaction, paralyzed, and pondered.

There are only two words left in her mind now.

good time...

That is, maybe, the appearance of eating just now, I don't know if it scared Bai Si...

Thinking about it, the little guy was suddenly a little nervous, and he couldn't help but glanced quietly at the man beside him.

At that time, the man was swiping his mobile phone, looking at some dense text.

The delicate eyelids drooped slightly, and the feathered eyelashes were long and thick, which trembled slightly as the eyes opened and closed.