With that in mind, he quickly reheated the meat and vegetables he hadn't finished yesterday, stir-fried two vegetable dishes, and hurriedly ate the meal with his son before taking them away.

Rong Zhiyuan was unwilling: "Dad, I'm not going back. I want to stay here with my sister."

Rong Zhigao nodded in agreement: "No one plays with my sister, she's so pitiful all alone."

Rong Lianhu could only lie to them: "You're too old to play with your little sister. Your Uncle Qingxuan said he'll take her to find some children her age to keep her company."

The two brothers asked suspiciously, "Really?"

"It's true, absolutely true. And I rarely lie. I'm planning to take you two to the reservoir. All the kids from our compound and the town will go. It'll be so lively."

When Rong Zhigao and Rong Zhiyuan heard the words "reservoir" and "lively," their eyes lit up instantly.

They had long heard that there was an ice skating rink by the reservoir in town, where the town's children often went to play, skating and having snowball fights, creating a lively atmosphere.

They had been looking forward to going there for a long time, but their mother was pregnant the winter before last and gave birth to their younger sister during the Chinese New Year, so they didn't have the chance to go.

Seeing that his two sons were engrossed in the conversation, Rong Lianhu knew they had wavered in their decision, so he quickly pressed on, saying, "Hurry up and get ready. We're leaving soon, or we won't be able to play if we're late."

Rong Zhigao and Rong Zhiyuan exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with anticipation, and immediately cheered as they ran to pack their things.

Rong Lianhu said, "Brother, don't rush off. We'll come find you tonight."

Qing Xuanzi waved his hand: "Go ahead, I'll stay in town for two more days."

Rong Lianhu left with the child and the food for Fu Ya. Only then did Qing Xuanzi tap Rong Jiaojiao's forehead: "You really have wasted all the time I spent teaching you."

Rong Jiaojiao reached out and grabbed Qing Xuanzi's fingers, happily babbling to him.

Qing Xuanzi knew she liked shiny things, so he took out a glass bead the size of a bowl, handed it to her, and said, "Here, do you like this? If you do, you can exchange it for something else."

When Rong Jiaojiao saw the glass bead, her eyes lit up several degrees. She reached out and grabbed the bead, but how could Qing Xuanzi let her get it so easily?

He moved his hand further away, and then he vaguely sensed that Rong Jiaojiao was using her divine sense to pull the glass bead.

Qing Xuanzi was prepared and did not use his divine sense to suppress the glass bead. He stretched out his hand and said, "Jiaojiao, bring something to exchange."

The same scene had happened hundreds of times, and Rong Jiaojiao already knew that she had to exchange things for it. Before long, various vegetables appeared on the ground, but Qing Xuanzi shook his head and rejected them all.

He had always wanted to know if Rong Jiaojiao had managed to grow corn and rice in her magical artifact. He had guided her many times without success, so he decided to try again today.

Rong Jiaojiao was fuming. She couldn't get the things, and when they were given them, she shook her head. She got angry.

First came the tomatoes, seedlings and fruit, then the eggplants, cucumbers, leafy greens, radishes, corn, rice...

They appeared in huge piles, forming mountains in the courtyard.

Qing Xuanzi was dumbfounded. Good heavens! This little girl wouldn't have taken everything out of his treasure artifact in a fit of anger, would she?

Looking at the messy, haphazardly piled-together things, Qing Xuanzi felt that he really resembled them.

Seeing him lost in thought, Rong Jiaojiao slapped Qing Xuanzi's arm hard with her small hand, the loud "smack" pulling Qing Xuanzi back to his senses.

He felt that his arm was numb from being patted by the little guy, but then the little guy started to cry loudly, looking at his hand as he cried.

Qing Xuanzi quickly checked and found that his palm was bright red. It turned out that he had hit someone and his hand hurt so much that he cried.

He's so young, yet he has such a big temper; it's truly both funny and exasperating.

Quickly stick a healing talisman on her palm, and the little one stopped crying. She looked curiously at her palm, then at Qing Xuanzi, her face full of surprise, so adorable.

When she remembered the glass bead in Qing Xuanzi's hand, she started to feel aggrieved again. She expressed her emotions by babbling and reached for the glass bead with her little hand.

Qing Xuanzi sighed and looked at Rong Jiaojiao, saying, "I just wanted to see if you could grow corn and rice. I didn't expect you to be so capable, bringing out so many things all at once."

As he spoke, he handed the beads to her.

Rong Jiaojiao took the glass bead, tears still clinging to her eyelashes, and laughed happily, her laughter as clear and melodious as silver bells.

Seeing her smile, Qing Xuanzi couldn't help but smile as well.

I raised my hand and felt a lingering pain in the spot where she had just slapped me.

He pulled up his sleeve, revealing a small, bright red handprint on his arm. Even with the physique of a cultivator, a single slap from him caused this. If it were an ordinary person, they would swell up considerably. At this rate, it's unimaginable how strong his physique must be.

He circulated his spiritual energy around his arm, and the pain vanished. Looking up at the pile of things in the yard, his headache returned.

Resigned to his fate, Qing Xuanzi sorted the items and stored them in his spatial talisman. Looking at the cucumber vines, eggplant vines, chili vines, and other seedlings still bearing flowers, he felt it was a pity. He took them to Rong Jiaojiao and said, "Jiaojiao, put them away."

Feeling that Rong Jiaojiao's divine sense had enveloped everything on the field, Qing Xuanzi immediately used his divine sense to suppress the things that were about to remain, and then pointed to the vine seedlings and said, "Jiaojiao, collect these, just these."

Rong Jiaojiao knew that "collecting" meant collecting things. Seeing her master pointing to the vine seedlings, which she could collect, she moved her mind and the vine seedlings on the ground disappeared.

Qing Xuanzi clapped his hands. Rong Jiaojiao sensed that her master was happy, and she was happy too, smiling so hard that her little baby teeth were showing.

I don't know if those vine seedlings will grow back. If they don't, they won't have any vegetables to eat for a while, so we should save some.

He spent an afternoon sorting and cleaning everything, leaving two large stacks of corn stalks and straw in the yard.

That evening, after having dinner, Rong Lianhu and Fu Ya left their two sons behind and went to town together.

Upon entering the house and seeing the pile of things in the yard, the couple were shocked. They immediately thought of their daughter: "Could this have been done by Xiaojiaojiao?"

Rong Lianhu looked at Qing Xuanzi, who was watching Rong Jiaojiao learn to walk in the courtyard, and asked, "Brother, what are these?"

Qing Xuanzi gave him an affirmative look and said, "It's exactly what you think."

"Where did he get all of these?"

Qing Xuanzi then recounted his experiences, starting from buying the seeds and then going on to teach Rong Jiaojiao after entering the mountains. Finally, he said, "Today I just wanted to see if he could grow rice and corn. I never imagined he would produce so much for me."

Rong Lianhu was shocked and moved by how much effort he put into teaching his child.

Fu Ya said gratefully, "Brother, thank you for teaching Jiaojiao so well. She will be your own daughter from now on!"