After dinner, Xu Fuqiang went to the fields.

Since the last agreement on leasing the land was reached, people have been hired to plow the paddy fields and plant late rice seedlings.

A lot of rice was pre-sold this autumn. In addition, after learning from the lesson of Li Xiong stealing vegetables, Xu Fuqiang was afraid that something might go wrong, so he kept a closer eye on the fields and went to check on them from time to time.

Wang Yanmei began to prepare the fillings for the mooncakes.

Xu Qingzhi helped for a while, avoided the hottest sun at noon, and planned to drive his tricycle to the town to pick up the express.

The boxes she bought for packaging mooncakes and the deoxidizer arrived.

Wang Yanmei warned: "Go by car, don't drive a tricycle, or you'll get sunburned."

"Mom, no." Xu Qingzhi waved his hand.

When she arrived at the express delivery point in town, she took the package and threw it on the back of the tricycle.

She had asked the little paper people to deal with the rose filling in her space last night, and she hasn't taken it out yet. It's such a hot day, and it will be the same if she takes it out when she gets home soon.

The tricycle was driving on the country road.

It was clearly a sunny day, but on the flat concrete road, a moving black shadow could be seen. She chased after it with great interest.

She suddenly remembered that one summer vacation during junior high school, her math grades were so poor that she signed up for a summer cram school in town.

I ride my bike to cram school every day, and it’s always sunny like this.

Sometimes you'll come across moving shadows like this, which is really novel and interesting.

She rode her bike to catch up with him and hid in the shadow. The shadow was a little way along her bike path, so she rode in the shadow, temporarily avoiding the scorching sun. It was a little sweetness in the bitter journey to tutoring at that time.

At this moment, I actually felt as if I had returned to that moment.

The noisy chirping of summer cicadas along the road, the brief rest in the shade, and the dry and hot smell of grass and trees in the air are all just like that summer.

She stopped by the store and bought a small pudding. She tore open the package and enjoyed the coolness of the ice cream. After she finished eating, she picked up a dozen more ice creams, put them in a plastic bag, and paid for them.

The sun is so strong that ice cream won’t last long.

She rode her tricycle, humming along quickly towards home.

Just turn a corner from the main road and you can see the front door of your house.

Xu Qingzhi saw a black car parked on the dam in the yard from afar and frowned.

She got out of the car, carrying two large bags, a bag of ice cream and a bag of rose filling. Before she entered the house, she heard laughter and joy inside.

"Xiao Huo, you made this mooncake really well. You did a very detailed job."

As soon as Xu Qingzhi entered the room, Huo Fengyan was the first to see him. The two men met each other's eyes.

Only then did Wang Yanmei see her daughter come back.

"Qingzhi, look at how sunburned you are. Your face is all red. I told you to drive, but you insisted on driving a tricycle. Mom really won't listen to you. Let's see what you will do if you get heatstroke." Wang Yanmei muttered to herself.

Xu Qingzhi put his things down and went to get a glass of water, saying, "I just want to bask in the sun for a while. It's a little hot, but I won't get heatstroke."

Drink a glass of water.

Wang Yanmei looked at her daughter and then at Xiao Huo.

It's strange that the two of them aren't talking to each other.

She immediately added, "Xiao Huo brought a bunch of things over again. I was really embarrassed to accept them. Hahahaha..."

Wang Yanmei laughed so hard that she almost died.

Huo Fengyan continued, "Auntie, it's just a small gift. You're welcome."

Xu Qingzhi put the ice cream into the freezer, washed his hands, and came over to make mooncakes.

Wang Yanmei shook her head and said, "The dough hadn't risen yet, so I told them to come back at four o'clock. Xiao Huo felt comfortable staying at our house, so he came over first."

Xu Qingzhi thought, her home is the place with the richest spiritual energy, how could she not feel comfortable?

Wang Yanmei put down the rolling pin and said, "Mom is a little tired from rolling the dough. Qingzhi, you roll it. I'll go take a rest."

Xu Qingzhi: ...

Seeing through her mother's inner thoughts, Qing Zhi said considerately, "Okay, go and take a rest. I'll roll the dough."

Wang Yanmei washed her hands, covered her head, and went back to her room looking really uncomfortable, and closed the door.

Only Xu Qingzhi and Huo Fengyan are left here.

Huo Fengyan took out a small brown paper bag from his pocket and handed it over.

Xu Qingzhi glanced at it and asked, "What?"

"The seeds you asked for."

Xu Qingzhi got what he wanted and took it as if it were a treasure.

There was no one else here, and the seed in her palm disappeared out of thin air and entered the warehouse of her spiritual space.

"Thank you." Xu Qingzhi said politely, and then used his spiritual sense to command the two little ones in the spiritual space to sprinkle the seeds.

She rolled out the mooncake dough with deft movements.

Huo Fengyan picked up the dough with his slender white fingers and wrapped the filling, then sprinkled flour on it and used a mold to press out a beautiful mooncake.

Xu Qingzhi took a look and praised: "It's very well done."

"Just good?" Huo Fengyan asked.

Xu Qingzhi changed his evaluation: "It's even more exquisite than what I made."

They are clearly made from the same mould, but it’s strange that the mooncakes made by Feng Yan give people the feeling of being very expensive and exquisite mooncakes at first glance.

She just did it in a very conventional way, just the way it should be done.

"My aunt has made arrangements in Kyoto. She said she wants to play in Kyoto later. When are you going to Kyoto? I will make you your favorite ramen, okay?" Huo Fengyan's voice was clear and clean, and he spoke slowly, like a slowly flowing stream.

"Actually, I don't like ramen that much." Xu Qingzhi said calmly.

At that time in the world of immortal cultivation, she just casually said to Feng Yan. -It would be a pity not to make ramen with such beautiful hands.

He went to the human world and found a great ramen chef, and learned how to make ramen for a month. The ramen tasted very similar to modern ramen, and was delicious, so she ate more.

It's like she doesn't really like fish, but pickled fish, chopped pepper fish, fried fish... they're really delicious, so she eats more of them.

But if someone says she likes fish, she will still think, I don’t really like it that much. I only eat it because it tastes good.

Picky eaters always have some very strange cognitive obsessions when it comes to food.

Huo Fengyan was not disappointed that he failed to trick people into going to Kyoto. He just said, "Then I will stay here for a few more days."

While rolling the dough, Xu Qingzhi used his spiritual sense to chat: "Are you not busy with work?"

"A bit busy." Huo Fengyan said truthfully, and then changed the subject: "But this world is very interesting, and I'm still learning a lot of things."

Xu Qingzhi recalled the memory of being released, his eyes thoughtful: "Aren't you going to go back?"

"Hmm." Huo Fengyan responded through his nose.

Not going back.

As long as we are in the same world, no matter how boring the code and data are, everything will become interesting.