The old ancestor, who had not had this feeling for many years, looked at the little girl next to him and was quite curious about this experience.
Just like a child who finally gets a toy, he can't help but want to reach out and poke it a few times.
But the ancestor is the ancestor after all, not a child. No matter how novel it is, the most important thing in the ancestor's mind now is how to better stay.
Thinking about what the little girl said, there are recipes, dishes and seasonings in the kitchen.
The old ancestor, who couldn't even recognize all the kitchen utensils, frowned.
What he lacks is the recipe, the dishes and the seasonings.
What he lacks now is a pair of hands that can cook.
He frowned and pondered the few things he knew about cooking.
The two of them went to the kitchen.
The kitchen of the cottage is external and looks a bit abrupt, as if it was discovered after the house was built that there was no kitchen. Although they can live without eating, it seems a bit uncomfortable not to eat. After all, there won’t be any experts in cultivation in their family, so they must enjoy life, right?
So I made up for this feeling again.
The kitchen is connected to spiritual spring water. As long as the bamboo board is moved, the spiritual spring water will flow down the half-cut bamboo tube and clean the spiritual plants and the like.
A little further inside there are pots and stoves. They are the kind of stoves that require fire, but the firewood used under the stove is not ordinary firewood, but wind-dried spiritual wood, which can burn for a long time.
Light it and use it, extinguish it when not in use. It may be impossible for mortals to control it, but for immortal cultivators, controlling the fire is very easy.
Standing in a strange place, looking at all kinds of unfamiliar things, the old ancestor fell into deep confusion. He lowered his eyes and saw the little girl sticking her head out from behind him.
There are also a lot of them around here.
Obviously he is not very familiar with this place.
Isn't this her home?
Bai Xingjian paused slightly.
Then I suddenly realized, no wonder someone had to stay to cook, maybe... this little girl doesn't know how to do it?
Chu Ci looked around and when she looked up, she saw Bai Xingjian's dark eyes staring at her. She couldn't help but pause slightly, blinking and taking a step back.
Seeing that he was still staring at her, the little girl finally got a little irritated and frowned. She took a step back holding up her skirt and looked back, "What are you doing?"
"nothing."
Bai Xingjian, feeling as if he had discovered the truth, shook his head, raised his hand to roll up his sleeves, then looked around, turned his head again, paused for a moment, and said, "Where is the recipe?"
Chu Ci, who also lacked common sense but was not as useless as the old ancestor, took the old ancestor to identify everything in the kitchen.
In order to prevent the old man from throwing the whole vegetable into the pot, Chu Ci specially washed it and cut it.
The little girl also rolled up her sleeves and lowered her eyes, with a serious and focused look in her eyes. However, such a focused and somewhat serious expression on her fair and tender face was a little bit incongruous.
The exposed little hands were also white, like lotus root nodes.
The old ancestor standing next to him stared with his eyes wide open.
The old ancestor narrowed his eyes slightly after sniffing the inexplicably comfortable aura on the little girl.
He didn't feel that his behavior was abnormal at all, and he kept a serious face.
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