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Du Heng sat at his desk and unfolded the letter paper to write a letter. Although his handwriting was not as good as those of calligraphers, it was not bad. His handwriting was like him, lively and a little free and easy.

When Xuan Yu came in with his hair loose, he saw Du Heng holding a pen in thought: "Are you going to write a letter to your senior brother?"

Du Heng put down his pen and smiled: "Yes, I should have written it a few days ago, and I think I have thought of the beginning. But I kept procrastinating and it was put off until today. I must finish the letter today."

Du Heng doesn't think he's lazy. He's willing to give it a try no matter how hard it is to cook. He doesn't have social phobia. His family has run a private restaurant since he was a child, with customers coming and going one after another. Du Heng was liked by many customers because he was cute and sweet.

Since coming to the world of cultivation, he has experienced some things and met some people. He has never forgotten the help of his senior brothers in Yaowang Valley. If it weren't for them, Du Heng would have died in Yan Buhui's hands long ago.

But if he had to systematically tell Yun Zhonghe what had happened during this period, who he had met, and where he was now, he felt awkward. But if he was very perfunctory and polite, he would feel sorry for Yun Zhonghe and the others' escort and help along the way.

The original owner had a very good relationship with Yun Zhonghe. After hesitating for a while, Du Heng finally picked up the pen.

Xuan Yu walked over and naturally helped Du Heng grind the ink. The wide robe on Xuan Yu made him look like a hermit. Du Heng stared at Xuan Yu's hand grinding the ink for a while, and then asked again: "Xuan Yu, do you think it will cause trouble for you if I send this letter back to Yaowang Valley?"

When Yun Zhonghe and he separated, he said that the cultivators in Yaowang Valley were too low to protect Du Heng. Du Heng still had the Phantom Sky Pearl in his body, so he could not hide the fact that he went to Dongji Mountain. There were too many people in the cultivation world who wanted the Phantom Sky Pearl. If Du Heng really wrote down his address, would it cause trouble for Xuan Yu and the others?

Du Heng never told Xuan Yu about the Fantasy Sky Pearl, and everyone in the village was a cheerful and peaceful person. If a cultivator broke the peace here, he would regret it.

Even though Xuan Yu repeatedly assured him that the village was safe and that it was difficult for human cultivators to cross the Dongji Mountain, Du Heng was still very worried.

Xuan Yu said softly, "It won't cause any trouble. Feel free to send it. If anything goes wrong, I'll take responsibility."

Du Heng smiled gratefully. He mustered up his courage and wrote down the beginning on paper:

Brother Yun:

I have safely arrived at the demon territory east of Dongji Mountain. I met some very good demon cultivators. They gave me a place to stay and I got along well with them. I now live in Yikeshu Village under the jurisdiction of Lingxi Town. The people in the village treat me very well, please rest assured.

Senior Brother Yun's cultivation has recovered? I'm sorry that I made everyone suffer. If we meet again in the future, Du Heng will definitely repay Senior Brother Yun and the sect for their protection.

Finally, I wish you a happy new year! May all your wishes come true!

DU HENG comes on stage.

After Du Heng finished writing, he read the paper several times. It seemed that he was not very satisfied with it. Du Heng began to worry again: "Is it too perfunctory and casual?"

Xuan Yu said calmly: "I think it's well written."

As if afraid that Du Heng would go back on his word, Xuan Yu quickly took out the white jade bird from Du Heng's storage bag. He felt around in his sleeves and pulled out a shiny spiritual stone. He passed the spiritual stone to the bird's mouth, and the bird swallowed it in one gulp. The action was so fast that Du Heng could not see the specific movements clearly.

After swallowing the spirit stone, the bird jumped on the desk, its thin claws scratching on the paper. It looked up at Du Heng, its two black bean-like eyes seemed to urge Du Heng to give it the letter quickly.

Du Heng folded the letter and asked Xuan Yu uncertainly, "Is this how it is folded? Can I give it to the bird after I fold it?"

Xuan Yu nodded: "Yes, you hand it to the bird, and the bird will be able to find the person you want to send the letter to."

Du Heng was amazed: "Is this true? It has never seen Yun Zhonghe, how can it recognize who Yun Zhonghe is?"

Du Heng felt something light in his hand, and when he looked closely, he saw that the bird had swallowed his letter in one gulp. After swallowing the letter, the bird did not fly away, but squatted in front of Du Heng, lowering its head obediently.

Du Heng asked Xuan Yu puzzledly: "Then what? What is the bird doing now?"

Xuan Yu said: "It's waiting for you to tell it the address. If possible, it would be better if you could give it a little bit of Yun Zhonghe's aura."

Du Heng was in a dilemma: "I know about Medicine King Valley, but I can't give you Yun Zhonghe's aura." He had the memories of his original body, and Medicine King Valley was not some hidden sect, so its location was easy to find.

Xuan Yu said: "It's okay if you don't have it. Close your eyes and think about Yun Zhonghe's appearance."

Du Heng closed his eyes, and Yun Zhonghe's face appeared in his mind. He felt a little chill between his eyebrows, as if something had invaded his brain. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw a little light in Xuan Yu's hand.

Xuan Yu tapped the bird's forehead with his spiritual light and said, "To the west of Dongji Mountain, Yaowang Valley, Yunzhonghe. Go."

The bird chirped softly, then flapped its wings and flew off. It circled twice in the room, Xuan Yu opened the window, and the bird plunged into the snow and disappeared without a trace.

Du Heng was shocked: "Gone? Gone now? Can it fly over Dongji Mountain?"

He regretted it a little: "If I had known, I should have waited until the snow stopped before writing the letter. It's snowing hard outside. Will the bird be injured by the snow?"

Xuan Yu comforted him, "Don't worry, it will deliver the letter to Yun Zhonghe safely. If you're lucky, it will also bring back Yun Zhonghe's reply."

Du Heng was skeptical. A spirit stone could allow a puppet bird to fly across thousands of mountains and rivers? It was not easy to be a puppet these days.

Perhaps because he had written a letter before going to bed, Du Heng felt that he had turned into a bird in his dream. He flew through the snow, over Dongji Mountain, and flew to the vast world of human cultivation. He saw the lights of thousands of houses and heard the sound of firecrackers. He flew over the mountains and ridges, and his body was as light as a bird.

Du Heng curled up in Xuan Yu's arms with a relaxed smile on his face. Xuan Yu reached out and touched the corners of Du Heng's eyes and eyebrows, then kissed him deeply between the eyebrows: "Go to sleep."

The next day, when I woke up, the snow had lessened, but it had not stopped. The snow in the yard was two feet thick. There were several irregular passages in the snow, which were obviously the paths made by the wontons.

It rarely snows heavily in Du Heng's hometown. In his entire life, he only remembers seeing deep snow once or twice.

In the morning, he cooked tofu soup and steamed three-cooked buns, then ran to the yard to make a snowman. Who said that? The most interesting thing on a snowy day is not the snow, but the southerners who see the snow. It refers to people like Du Heng who are ignorant.

Du Heng used a palm-sized snowball to roll out a round snowball with a diameter of one foot. He rolled the snowball next to the millstone, where he wanted to make a big snowman.

Xuan Yu actually joined him in his madness. The snowball Xuan Yu rolled was bigger and rounder than his. Du Heng was too embarrassed to put this non-standard snowball on top of Xuan Yu's big snowball as the head.

Xuan Yu took the small snowball from Du Heng's hand and said with a smile, "After you finish this, go have breakfast. Don't play around."

Du Heng nodded and looked from left to right: "I'm going to find two round objects to make the snowman's eyes."

Xuan Yu felt around in his hands and found two black round objects. He pressed them symmetrically on the snowball and they became two eyes. Du Heng looked at them carefully and said, "Is this... a chess piece?"

Xuan Yu said calmly: "I took it from Feng Gui's chess box."

Du Heng: ...Xuan Yu is really not afraid of Feng Gui chasing him and beating him, he is so awesome.

After Du Heng and Xuan Yu joined forces, a big snowman wearing a scarf, a hat and holding a broom appeared in the yard. He looked quite cute.

When Feng Gui and his companions came walking on the snow, they saw the snowman at first sight.

Feng Gui: "What is this? It's so ugly."

Jing Nan chewed on a three-piece bun and said, "It's the snowman that the kids in Lingxi Town don't bother to make. It's obviously made by Du Heng. Oh, by the way, the eyes on it are your chess pieces."

Feng Gui: "Pick it off for me. If you lose it, I will never forgive you."

Xuan Yu glanced at the two of them and said in a more serious tone: "You are so picky and talk too much nonsense."

Feng Gui put his hands in his pockets and said against his will: "It's quite childish when you look closely. It's well done."

Today is New Year's Eve. Du Heng drank tofu soup and asked Xuan Yu: "Should we hang red lanterns at the door? And also post Spring Festival couplets and other things, right?"

Xuan Yu said: "Okay, I'll make a few lanterns later and paste them with red paper. What are Spring Festival couplets?"

Du Heng explained: "It's just some auspicious words, written neatly, written on red paper and pasted on the door to make it look festive. For example: the sound of firecrackers bid farewell to the old year or something like that..."

Jing Nan wiped his mouth and said, "Isn't this what ordinary people do? It seems quite interesting. Why don't you write about it later?"

Feng Gui nodded: "Well, let Xiaoxiao write it, just in time to see if his calligraphy has improved."

After breakfast, Feng Gui came into the kitchen with a roll of scarlet paper. He spread the paper on the dining table. The bright red paper looked particularly festive. However, the paper was pure red, with no other patterns on it.

Du Heng touched the red paper and said, "This paper is obviously good. It would be nice if there were some patterns on it. It would be nice and festive if there were koi fish or gold ingots painted on it."

Feng Gui thought for a moment and said to Xuan Yu, "I have suspected before that Du Heng has no aesthetic taste."

Despite all the complaints, Feng Gui actually sketched the base map on the red paper. Looking closely, gorgeous peonies and peonies appeared on the paper. Feng Gui used golden paint to depict the pattern, which looked both majestic and dignified.

Jing Nan was giggling beside him: "Let me draw the koi later, and let Du Heng draw the gold ingot himself."

Feng Gui sneered: "If he dares to draw gold ingots on it, I will bury him alive with gold ingots."

Feng Gui got angry just thinking about the fact that he actually wanted to draw such vulgar things on his drawing paper.

Du Heng touched his nose awkwardly and looked at Xuan Yu. Xuan Yu said, "Give me a piece of red paper later and we will draw gold ingots on it."

Jing Nan laughed so hard that he covered his stomach: "Hahahaha, Feng Gui is going to be pissed off to death by you guys."

Feng Gui snorted: "Feng Lin couldn't make me angry to death, let alone Xuan Yu and the others? You underestimate me too much."

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The dining table was enlarged, with Feng Gui and Jing Nan occupying one corner, and Du Heng and Xuan Yu occupying another. In front of them were several long, narrow pieces of cut red paper, with two flawless jade paperweights on top of the red paper.

Du Heng discovered that every demon cultivator in the village was very talented. Take Feng Gui for example. He was not only good-looking, but also good at making fried melon seeds and writing beautiful calligraphy. Feng Gui's calligraphy was as domineering and gorgeous as he was.

Another example is Jing Nan. Although he is a bit lazy, he is very smart. It is said that the pills he refines are sold like hot cakes in Lingxi Town. He can also grow spiritual plants. The spiritual plants he draws are vivid and vivid. When they fall on red paper, they will break through the paper with a flash of spiritual light.

Another example is Xuan Yu, who is gentle and generous, diligent and serious in his work. Who knew that Xuan Yu could write elegant cursive script? Du Heng's attainments in magic were not high, but as soon as he saw Xuan Yu's handwriting, he knew that his handwriting was too ugly to be seen by others.

Even his handwriting was not as good as Xiaoxiao's. Xiaoxiao sat down on the table, he held the pen with one paw, and a line of majestic words fell on the paper.

Du Heng was a little surprised. Xiaoxiao's handwriting was completely different from his body shape. Du Heng was amazed: "Xiaoxiao's handwriting is more beautiful than those calligraphers in my hometown who have practiced for decades."

As soon as Du Heng finished speaking, Feng Gui and Xiao Xiao turned to look at him. Du Heng asked curiously, "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

Feng Gui said to Xiaoxiao coldly: "Did you hear that? You've practiced for hundreds of years to reach this level. Don't you feel ashamed?" Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes while holding the pen.

Du Heng suddenly remembered another thing. He had always thought that Xiaoxiao was a cute little chicken. According to the standards of a demon cultivator, Xiaoxiao might be older than him.

Xuan Yu said to Du Heng, "It has been eight hundred years since Xiaoxiao hatched. Didn't I tell you about Jinghong last time?"

Du Heng was dumbfounded. He didn't notice this little detail at all. He and Xiaoxiao looked into each other's eyes. So the cute little chicken he had doted on for so long was actually... an 800-year-old child?

Du Heng was about to burst into tears. Feng Gui said calmly, "What's wrong with being eight hundred years old? It takes three thousand years for our clan to reach adulthood. Xiaoxiao is still a child. It's normal."

Feng Gui, your attitude is wrong. You just spit on Xiao Xiao and the next moment you speak for Xiao Xiao. It's hard to tell whether he loves Xiao Xiao or hates him. Du Heng stared at Feng Gui with resentment. He also wanted to roll his eyes at him like Xiao Xiao did.

But after accepting Xiaoxiao's setting, I found it unexpectedly cool. It took him eight hundred years to grow this big. Du Heng smiled and said, "By the way, Fenggui, what kind of feather tribe are you?"

Feng Gui said doubtfully: "Didn't I ask you to guess last time? Didn't you say we were Peng birds?"

Du Heng sighed regretfully: "At that time I thought Xiaoxiao had just hatched, and I thought a bird this big right after hatching must be the descendant of a bird of prey. That's when I thought of the Peng bird. But it took Xiaoxiao 800 years to grow this big, and now I'm not sure."

By the way, will you be eaten by Fenggui if you spy on his race? Du Heng looked at Xuan Yu. He remembered Xuan Yu said that if you spy on his race, you will either become a Taoist couple or be eaten. I hope Fenggui's race doesn't have this strange rule.

Feng Gui wrote a domineering word "Phoenix" on the paper. He smiled and said, "I told you before that the demon race is more straightforward. I am the one and only phoenix in the demon world."

As soon as he finished speaking, Du Heng hugged Xiaoxiao and looked at Feng Gui with complicated eyes. Feng Gui raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong? Why do you look like that?"

Xiaoxiao chirped twice, and Xuanyu translated: "Xiaoxiao said that he knew he was picked up. He and his uncle are not of the same species. His uncle is unique, so what is he?"

Feng Gui: ...Oops, I boasted too much and forgot that I had a petty nephew here.

Du Heng held Xiaoxiao in his arms and looked at her from left to right. No matter how he looked at her, Xiaoxiao looked like an oversized chick. Feng Gui said he was a phoenix? Haha, who would believe it? Is there a phoenix with such a big face?

Feng Gui shrugged and sighed: "No one believes the truth these days."

Jing Nan said, "I guess you've never seen such a down-to-earth phoenix before? Du Heng, guess my original form?"

Du Heng thought for a moment and said, "I can't guess. Don't embarrass me."

The three demon cultivators in the village transformed so perfectly that, honestly, if Du Heng hadn’t known from the beginning that they were demon cultivators, he would have thought they were humans like him.

The group of people chatted and laughed, and soon they wrote several couplets. Chonghua and his friends each wrote a few couplets. Feng Gui's house had many rooms, so they could post them anywhere. But they needed to choose the couplets to be posted at the front door.

Jing Nan picked one and said, "This one is good. It will be so festive if I hang it in front of my house."

Du Heng looked carefully and saw that the words on the couplet Jing Nan had chosen were written by Feng Gui. The first line read: "I leisurely pick herbs in the clear sky"; the second line read: "The spring breeze and the moonlight quietly burn the elixir." [Note]

This couplet really suits Jing Nan's personality. Feng Gui's handwriting is beautiful, and on the red paper is a picture of the Perilla frutescens drawn by Jing Nan himself. It exudes a sense of otherworldliness in the festive atmosphere.

Feng Gui picked one and said, "Then I'll use this one."

The couplet Feng Gui chose was very simple and fit his family's actual situation. The first line reads: Feng Gui returns with a full load, and the second line reads: Smile and smile all the time.

It's not very rhyming, but it expresses Feng Gui's most sincere wish.

I heard from Xuan Yu that Feng Gui is often away from home, and sometimes he can't come back during the holidays. It's good enough for him to return safely, and it's also great for him to return with a full load.

The second half of the couplet expresses Feng Gui's wish for Xiao Xiao. If he can see Xiao Xiao's smiling face when he returns home, all his fatigue will disappear, right?

Xiaoxiao’s choice was completely different. The first line of his couplet was: The seasoning in the kitchen is delicious; the second line was: There is surplus food at home.

Seeing this couplet, Feng Gui's nose almost got crooked with anger: "Feng Lin! Is this all you have?!"

Xiaoxiao ran away with the couplet he had chosen in his mouth. He wanted to stick it on his door before his uncle did!

Feng Gui followed behind and chased after him: "If you dare to get close to me, I will pluck out your hair today!"

Du Heng and the others laughed so hard that tears came out. Xiaoxiao's wish was too simple and was completely out of sync with his uncle.

Du Heng looked at the couplet in Xuan Yu's hand and asked, "Is this what we have at home?"

Xuan Yu nodded: "That's it."

There is a pile of golden ingots and koi painted on the couplet in Xuan Yu's hand. The top line reads: May you have this day every year; the bottom line reads: May you be happy every morning and every evening.

This is what Du Heng said on the day when he named Nianniansuisui. Unexpectedly, Xuan Yu wrote it into a couplet.

Xuan Yu said slowly: "These two sentences are very good, I like them." Du Heng smiled and said: "Then post these two sentences."

Just as Du Heng and his friends had finished pasting the couplets, Xiao Xiao came back with his couplet in his mouth. Du Heng laughed out loud when he saw Xiao Xiao: "Did your uncle beat you?"

Xiaoxiao shook his head and put the couplet into Du Heng's hand. He flapped his wings. This was the couplet he wrote himself, and he had to find a place to post it.

Since his uncle didn't let him put it up, he put it up on his favorite kitchen door!

Xiaoxiao chirped and expressed her wish. Du Heng narrowed his eyes and said, "Okay, I'll put it on the kitchen door."

After Du Heng and his friends pasted the couplet written by Xiao Xiao on the door, the bright red color added a festive atmosphere to the house. At this time, red lanterns with gold ingots and bamboo leaves painted on them were hung under the eaves and at the gate, adding to the festive atmosphere.

Xiaoxiao looked up at the bamboo leaves on the red lantern with satisfaction. They were not painted on, but were painted by Xiaoxiao and his two younger brothers using golden paint. The big bamboo leaves were painted by Xiaoxiao, while the small ones were painted by him year after year.

As for the plum blossom footprints next to the gold ingot, they were made by Du Heng using his paw dipped in paint while holding down the wonton.

Feng Gui said that the golden paint he used would sparkle at night, and the patterns they painted would be clearly visible even at night.

Xiaoxiao flapped his wings in satisfaction and chirped twice at Du Heng. Du Heng already understood what Xiaoxiao meant and said with a smile: "Don't worry, you won't be short of food during the New Year."

Du Heng put the snacks and dried fruits he had prepared during this period into two fruit plates and placed them on the dining table. One fruit plate contained snacks such as cakes, rice krispies, and chicken crisps, and the other fruit plate contained nuts such as melon seeds and peanuts. During the Chinese New Year, the fruit plates would not be empty.

Xiaoxiao flapped his wings and happily took a piece of rice candy and nibbled on it: "Chirp?"

Xiaoxiao, who was eating snacks, had already started to worry about lunch and dinner. Du Heng smiled and touched Xiaoxiao's head: "Don't worry, everything is ready."

He has a lot of dishes in his refrigerator, and he just takes them out when he wants to eat. His family doesn't cook on the first day of the Lunar New Year, and they will cook again on the second day.

When he was in his hometown, he would be busy with everything on New Year's Eve. From New Year's Eve to the tenth day of the first lunar month, he would eat and drink, and he would also go to other relatives' homes to eat and drink.

The happiest people during the New Year are the children, as they have delicious food and new clothes to wear. The best thing is that they can get red envelopes wherever they go.

Xiaoxiao sat down at the table and started to eat melon seeds. He really inherited his uncle's speed in eating melon seeds. The melon seed shells soon piled up into a small mountain. Du Heng estimated that if he didn't restrict Xiaoxiao from eating, Xiaoxiao would finish everything in his two fruit plates before dinner.

Du Heng didn't feel bad about his things, but he was worried that Xiaoxiao would get indigestion if she ate too much. Even if Xiaoxiao had a portal in her stomach, she couldn't eat and drink as much as she wanted.

Du Heng said to Xiaoxiao: "Xiaoxiao, don't eat too much, or you may get an upset stomach."

Xiaoxiao chirped twice in disapproval, and the child ate as much as he wanted. In the end, he really ate everything in his two fruit plates before dinner.

Du Heng estimated that Xiaoxiao had eaten eight kilograms of food, and that was not all. He also ate three bowls of rice and two bowls of soup at lunch. As for the meatballs and the like, he probably ate three or four bowls.

Then he didn't stop eating for the whole afternoon. Du Heng had experienced Xiaoxiao's big appetite. But he was still worried: "Xuan Yu, please help me persuade Xiaoxiao not to eat too much and hurt herself."

After Xuan Yu persuaded her, Xiaoxiao stopped for a few incense sticks, and then continued to eat after a few incense sticks.

When Du Heng put the ingredients he had carefully prepared for the reunion dinner on the table, all the demon cultivators were shocked. There was no other reason, but mainly because it was too shocking.

There was a circle of cold dishes on the table, eighteen in total, including braised duck feet, soaked chicken feet, boiled beef, cold-mixed cucumbers, neatly arranged spicy bamboo shoots, rosy candied red dates, and pink sponge cakes...

In the middle, there are the domineering Qiaotou spare ribs, the red roast duck, the fragrant small roast chicken and the nearly three-foot roast rabbit. These dishes are so domineering that they overshadow the braised pork and sweet and sour spare ribs next to them.

This is not the end, there are still crab roe soup dumplings, steamed sea fish and blanched prawns that have not yet appeared. Looking at the scale of this dish, you know that tonight is a feast for the gluttons. As long as you can eat, you can eat as much as you want!

The diameter of the dining table has increased from four feet to six feet. Even if you stand up, you may not be able to pick up the dishes on the other side. Du Heng knew this would happen. He took out the big turntable for the dishes. As long as the turntable turned, everyone could pick up the dishes.

If this table of food was served in Yunyan Tower, it would really make people stare with amazement.

Chonghua exclaimed: "So many delicious foods!"

Du Heng smiled and said, "These are the dishes we prepared before, and everyone should have eaten them." After Du Heng's words, everyone guessed that they had really eaten the dishes here this month.

I usually only cook a few dishes, and everyone basically finishes them every meal. I didn’t expect that putting the food they have eaten during this period on the same table would have such an amazing effect!

Looking at so many dishes, Du Heng patted his chest in satisfaction. Look! These are all his achievements!

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Just as everyone was seated, Xiaoxiao squatted on the chair and hummed uncomfortably: "Chiu..."

Xiaoxiao didn't know what was wrong with him. He felt very uncomfortable in his stomach. For the first time in his life, he wanted to vomit out the delicious food he had eaten. Xiaoxiao tried hard to hold it in, and bloodshot eyes appeared.

Xiaoxiao's abnormality quickly attracted Du Heng's attention. Du Heng touched Xiaoxiao's head and asked with concern: "Xiaoxiao, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Xiaoxiao raised his head with tears in his eyes. He looked at Du Heng with tears in his eyes: "Chi..." Du Heng understood as soon as he saw him like this: "Are you feeling sick in your stomach?"

Xiaoxiao nodded dejectedly and admitted that he had indeed eaten too much today.

Jing Nan put his hands in his pockets and smiled: "Oh, you ate too much, right? You have indigestion, right? You feel uncomfortable, right? Hey..."

Xiaoxiao looked at the food on the table with tears in his eyes. He wanted to eat it so much, but he felt that the contents of his stomach were churning and were about to come out.

Jing Nan walked out of the door with Xiao Xiao in his arms: "I'll go and treat him. Everyone eat first and don't worry about us."

Du Heng was a little worried. He couldn't help but follow Jing Nan's steps and walked out. When he reached the gate of the courtyard, he saw Jing Nan standing in the spiritual field with Xiao Xiao. Du Heng was a little confused. Why didn't Jing Nan take Xiao Xiao to his house? What was he doing in the field?

Jing Nan patted Xiao Xiao on the back and said, "Go ahead and spit it out. Don't be so greedy next time."

Xiaoxiao vomited with a wow sound, coughing as he vomited. Xiaoxiao was always full of energy, and this was the first time I heard him cough so pitifully.

Du Heng felt funny but also a little sad. He was not sad about the food, but he felt sorry for Xiaoxiao who was suffering.

After Xiaoxiao finished vomiting, he coughed weakly. Jing Nan turned around and handed Xiaoxiao to Du Heng: "It's all vomited."

Du Heng looked at Xiaoxiao, only to see her head drooping in a listless manner. It was obvious that Xiaoxiao felt more sorry for the good food she had eaten than he did. At this moment, his eyes were red, and his mouth felt sour and bitter. He felt really sick and sad.

Du Heng touched Xiaoxiao's head and said, "Have you learned your lesson? Don't eat too much next time, okay?"

Xiaoxiao nodded aggrievedly. After vomiting, his throat felt uncomfortable and his stomach was empty. Du Heng carried Xiaoxiao to the kitchen and poured her a glass of warm water. Xiaoxiao felt a little more energetic after rinsing her mouth.

He chirped twice. Du Heng didn't understand what Xiao Xiao was saying, but Jing Nan said unhappily, "Still eating? You can only drink some hot water, and forget about the rest."

Xiaoxiao's eyes were filled with tears. He was so miserable. Really, looking at a table full of delicious food, he couldn't eat it. It was so unfair!

Du Heng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This kid was thinking about food again after he just vomited. Du Heng thought he would learn his lesson.

As the doctor, Jing Nan had already spoken, so Xiao Xiao could only watch helplessly as everyone feasted. He sat on the chair with a wronged look on his face, accusing everyone with his big eyes. When he saw Feng Gui picking up the big fish and meat and putting it into his mouth, his eyes could kill people.

Xiaoxiao hurt himself, Fenggui can help him remember it for the rest of his life. Fenggui smiled and drank: "Fenglin, you will remember this lesson from now on, right?"

No, Xiaoxiao didn't want to learn this lesson. He just wanted to eat! The reunion dinner on the table looked so delicious! Looking at the greasy roast chicken, the steamed sea fish, and the delicious mushroom soup, he wanted to eat! !

It was New Year's Day and he only ate a few more bites, why did he have to suffer like this?

Xiaoxiao's tears of grievance welled up in his eyes. He put his big head on the table and looked at the dishes that were slowly being served. Who could understand his pain?

Xiaoxiao's eyes were so pitiful that Du Heng couldn't bear it. He asked Jing Nan, "Xiaoxiao really can't eat something?"

This is so pitiful. Everyone is enjoying the delicious food, but he is the only one watching everyone eat.

Jing Nan thought for a moment and said, "Looking at his condition, he should be able to drink some porridge, but it shouldn't be too stimulating, and he shouldn't eat anything greasy, fishy or spicy. Just drink some porridge."

Hearing Jing Nan say this, Du Heng thought for a moment and said, "Then should I cook some porridge for him?"

There is always porridge that Xiaoxiao can drink, or at worst some plain porridge is good too!

Du Heng took out two handfuls of spiritual rice, washed it, and then put half a pot of water in a clean casserole. In fact, Du Heng knew how to cook many kinds of porridge. With the ingredients he had now, he could cook dozens of kinds of meat or vegetarian porridge. But Xiaoxiao could only eat white rice porridge.

He walked out of the kitchen with the casserole in his hand, and then moved the casserole with chicken soup on the stove away. He sighed, "It's all my fault. I saw that he was being immoderate but I didn't stop him. As a result, he couldn't even drink the chicken soup I cooked for him."

Xuan Yu walked out of the kitchen: "Let me watch it, don't be busy, go eat something?"

Du Heng smiled and shook his head: "It's just some porridge, it's not a big deal. You can go in and eat! I just need to stir it after it boils so that the rice doesn't stick to the bottom of the pot."

Xuan Yu said: "I just need to set up a formation. If you don't mind, I can also shorten the time of cooking porridge. Once the formation is in operation, the porridge will be cooked quickly, and Xiaoxiao won't have to wait too long."

Du Heng was delighted when he heard this and said, "That couldn't be better!"

He did it right away. The spiritual light overflowed from Xuan Yu's hand, and fell on the surface of the casserole to form a layer of light blue spiritual light. The spiritual light gradually gathered and formed several circles of complex patterns. Those patterns looked like the patterns on the talisman he used, but Du Heng couldn't understand what was written.

The light blue pattern slowly emitted a brilliant light, and under the light coming from the kitchen, Du Heng saw visible changes taking place in the casserole.

The formation of porridge requires both temperature and time. Du Heng has cooked porridge countless times. When the temperature in the pot slowly rises, the rice grains will dye the clear water milky white.

The rice will swell in the water, slowly expanding from a round and solid grain to a fragrant, soft and smooth rice. After being moistened by the porridge water, the rice will continue to swell and become a pot of thick porridge.

This process usually takes more than two incense sticks. If you want to drink porridge with rice grains cooked and dissolved, it will take even longer.

In Du Heng's eyes, everything in the pot seemed to have been accelerated. He watched the water in the pot boil, and then the rice grains rolled up and down, spinning and jumping. Was this the result of the formation? In just a few breaths, Du Heng saw that the porridge in the pot had taken shape!

The rich aroma of porridge wafted out, and Du Heng saw that the rice grains brought up by the boiling water had expanded. It was estimated that in a short time, the rice grains would expand even more and the porridge would become thicker.

Du Heng exclaimed in amazement: "Xuan Yu is amazing!"

Xuan Yu said: "This is a formation that speeds up time. It is used independently on the casserole and does not conflict with the formations in the kitchen. I don't know when it is appropriate to cook it. When it is almost done, just tell me and I will leave."

Du Heng watched the porridge boiling with great interest. He sighed, "It is actually very convenient to cook with the methods of cultivation. With the magic, it feels like everything is quick and convenient."

Xuan Yu said: "That's true, but there are things that need to be followed in magic. Nothing can come out of nothing. Because you prepared so many things for me, I can set up the formation so smoothly."

Du Heng nodded repeatedly: "Will you teach me when you have time?" Xuan Yu smiled and nodded: "Okay, as long as you are willing."

The two were talking affectionately outside when Xiaoxiao's protesting chirps suddenly came from the kitchen. Du Heng looked out the window and saw Xiaoxiao getting angry at Fenggui. Fenggui was particularly excessive, holding a chicken leg and shaking it in front of Xiaoxiao's eyes.

Du Heng really wanted to take off his shoes and smash them on Feng Gui’s face. What kind of person is this? Is he his uncle?

But we can only blame Xiaoxiao for being greedy. If he wasn't greedy, he would be the one eating the chicken leg right now. Fenggui wouldn't have the chance to tempt him to get angry.

Fortunately, the porridge in the pot was already in perfect condition, and Du Heng decisively asked Xuan Yu to stop: "Alright, alright!"

After Xuan Yu stopped, he helped Du Heng carry the casserole to the side of the sink. Du Heng took a medium-sized bowl and filled it with porridge. After the porridge was cooked, it looked like flawless jade. Under the light of the night pearl, the porridge shone with a warm color.

Du Heng brought the spiritual rice porridge to Xiaoxiao: "I'll get you some pickles."

Du Heng's pickles are made from a kind of vegetarian vegetable that was packed from Yunyanlou. This vegetable looks very similar to the green vegetables in his hometown, with leaves and stems that are about the same length and taste a bit green.

Du Heng took some salt and rubbed the chopped vegetables, and then made it into a side dish for porridge that was commonly eaten in his hometown.

This kind of small dish is called water pickled vegetables in Du Heng's hometown. In the early autumn, the small green vegetables have just grown. At this time, they are kneaded and pickled overnight, and a lot of green juice will be separated. After taking them out of the juice and squeezing out the water, they are served with newly-released soybean rice and stir-fried with some small peppers... This kind of pickled vegetables can be eaten with three bowls of porridge!

Of course, there is no tender soybean rice here, and Du Heng did not add chili peppers. He just fried the pickles. Although the color is not good without some side dishes, it does not affect the taste.

Du Heng put some pickled vegetables in a small bowl in front of Xiaoxiao. He touched Xiaoxiao's head and said, "Eat slowly. If you still feel uncomfortable in your stomach, you have to stop. OK?"

Xiaoxiao nodded, he drank a mouthful of porridge and took a bite of pickled vegetables. Compared with the big fish and meat, this dinner was really