Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"Fairy?! You mean...the kind of fairy in Journey to the West!"

In the bedroom, Lu Xiaoqian was frightened by the silly girl's words and almost jumped to the roof. His eyes were wide open, and a strange scream of unknown significance was squeezed out in his throat.

The silly girl on the side nodded obediently and was about to explain something, but before she could speak, there was a violent knock on the door locked by Lu Xiaoqian in the bedroom.

‘Dongdongdongdongdongdong!’

"Lu Xiaoqianer! What are you trying to do? If you don't sleep at noon, how about the house? Ah?"

“...No, no…”

After hearing my mother's words, Lu Xiaoqian instantly became depressed, subconsciously shrank his neck, looked at the silly girl nervously, and said dryly:

"...I'm fine, I'm changing my clothes, I knocked it...

I'm lying I'm lying I'm lying I'm lying I'm lying..."

Before Lu Xiaoqian finished speaking, the silly girl, who had a well-behaved expression, pulled out a huge hammer from somewhere and quickly hit his head.

Looking at Lu Xiaoqian, he felt like he had passed the electricity, and his trembling mouth was muttering vaguely.

"...No, Lu Xiaoqianer, what are you doing?"

Outside the door, Wei Xiurong, who was about to leave, heard the strange sounds in his son's room again and frowned.

He turned his head and looked at Dad Lu, who was curious and stuck his head out, moved his eyes, and quietly walked towards the window of Lu Xiaoqian's bedroom in the yard.

"...It's okay, I'm fine, mom, go to bed first, don't worry about me..."

Lu Xiaoqian, who could not lie, did not dare to make any excuses, so he had to say vaguely and try to fool his mother.

He quietly gestured to Sha Niu with a "shhh" gesture. Seeing Sha Niu nodding obediently, he took a light step, walked to the door of the bedroom, put his ear on the door, and listened to the movement outside the door.

Looking at Lu Xiaoqian's twisted actions, they were exactly the same as Wei Xiurong's appearance just now, and they were worthy of being the biological mother and son.

After a while, seeing that there was no strange noise in the living room, Lu Xiaoqian stood up straight, breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, looked at the silly girl with a still so well-behaved expression, and complained:

"I said silly girl, can you be gentle next time? I'm so hard every time. It's not you who hurts..."

Listening to Lu Xiaoqian's words, the smile on the silly girl's face did not change at all. She didn't speak, but just raised her right hand and pointed cutely behind Lu Xiaoqian.

Seeing this action, Lu Xiaoqian seemed to realize something, and his complaining face froze on his face instantly, and he turned around and took a look.

I saw a gloomy face, tightly pressing against the window glass, staring at him along the gaps in the curtains...

"Mom..."

Another scream of exclamation, Lu Xiaoqian fell to death with a fright. The gloomy face outside the window instantly became gritted teeth. He stared at Lu Xiaoqian and shouted angrily:

"Lu! Xiao! Qian!"

In the bedroom next door, Dad Lu, who was just confused, almost got scared of a heart attack. He lifted the towel and quilt and came to the living room barefoot to take a look.

I saw my wife holding a broom high in her hand, chasing her son who was running away with her head in her arms. Behind her wife, there was a girl who looked like a movie star, persuading her and stopping her, and making a fuss.

This messy scene made Dad Lu, who was not sober, even more confused. He raised his hand and scratched his scalp, smacked his lips and said hesitantly:

“…What’s the situation…”

......

‘Hi~~~’

Fireworks were scattered, and in the kitchen of a yard, Huangmei squatted at the kitchen door, staring at the figure busy on the stove, while watching, swallowing hard.

There is no way, the smell is so fragrant...

Huang Mei asked herself that she was very knowledgeable, even if it was the Peach Banquet in the sky... Uh... He had never attended... Forget it... Say something else...

Since he ran out of his master, he hasn't counted the chickens he ate, but he has never eaten as delicious as the one who made today...

He really felt that he had lived in vain for hundreds of years in the past, including braised chicken wings, spicy chicken diced chicken, three cups of chicken, braised chicken, steamed chicken, large plate chicken, and a pot of black chicken soup...

If he had known that the chicken could be made so delicious, why would he have trouble with Tang Seng?

If he didn't look for Tang Seng, he wouldn't have met Sun Wukong. If he didn't have met Sun Wukong, he wouldn't have met a silly girl. If he didn't have met a silly girl, he wouldn't have been brought to the modern world and wouldn't have fallen to this point today... Damn Tang Seng!

I don’t know which person is unethical and conscience-lost, and the news that eating Tang Monk’s meat can lead to immortality is nonsense... Tang Monk’s face is full of pleats, as if he can make people immortality?

Of course, for such a profound question, you can't even imagine the joints of your silly eyebrows until you die. As for this sentence, it was just a joke made by Mr. Li when watching Journey to the West on TV...

However, Mr. Li was joking, Huang Mei didn't think so. Huang Mei obeyed Mr. Li's words about the only person in the world who treats him well.

All the words Mr. Li said were regarded as the norm by Huang Mei. As long as he said, no matter how outrageous it was, Huang Mei would take it as true...

The old man said that Tang Monk’s meat cannot live forever, that means it cannot live forever. For human flesh that cannot live forever, it is really not as delicious as the chicken made by the person in front of him... When he can go back in the future, he must kidnap the person and take him back to the cave to be a chef...

Hehehe, I'm such a clever little ghost...

Huang Mei thought to herself, but her eyes were staring at the stove without moving. Looking at the figure waving in front of the stove, after a while, Old Master Li walked in with a handful of green onions.

"...Give it to the green onions, grown by your own home. Do you see if it's appropriate?"

"Okay, just give it to me. You and this little brother go to the dining table and wait. Seeing that he is like this, don't flood the kitchen in a while..."

Wang Xuebin said, turning his head and looking reluctantly, but Mr. Li forced himself to Huang Mei who walked towards the dining table, then turned around and looked at Gong Bao Chicken in the pot, and said with a smile:

"Now, it will be done after this dish is ready. Prepare the dishes and chopsticks and we will start eating later!"

"Okay!"

Before Mr. Li could speak, he heard the yellow eyebrows beside him shouting loudly. The sound rang through the sky, which scared Mr. Li.

"I'll say you'll be quiet and clamor for the neighbors..."

Listening to Mr. Li's scolding, Huang Mei couldn't help but laugh, stroked her fluffy hair, lowered her head and picked up the bowls and chopsticks by the pool, and hurriedly ran towards the dining table.

In the restaurant, watching Huang Mei turn into the corner, Wang Xuebin flipped his hand and put the Kung Pao chicken in the pot out.

"Qihuo, the whole chicken banquet, I said, "You are really leisurely, but you are chewing on the chicken. Do you have a grudge against the chicken or what?"

As he said that, Wang Xuebin drooped the towel on his shoulder to the edge of the pool, picked up the plate, and walked towards the restaurant. When the old man behind him heard this, he didn't care. He looked at Huang Mei's departure with deep meaning and said softly:

“…Eating chicken is better than eating human flesh…isn’t it?

Find the silly girl as soon as possible..."