The kitchen is filled with fragrance.
Everyone gathered around the stove, eating with their mouths full of oil.
Even Qin Qing, who was only one and a half years old, was gnawing on a chicken leg.
Only Qin Han was lying alone on the bed, tormented by the smell from the kitchen.
In his previous life, he hadn't eaten for tens of thousands of years.
I never have a desire to eat, nor do I feel hungry.
But in this life, his real mortal body would feel hungry, and after drinking milk, he developed a certain interest in food.
It’s a pity that he is still too young and can’t eat anything except milk powder and water.
I could only watch them eat and swallow my saliva.
In order to prevent himself from being greedy to death, he quickly entered the Qiankun Realm, hoping to numb himself with cultivation.
Facts have proved that once people have desires, it is difficult to calm down.
He had no choice but to stop practicing and out of boredom he plucked the tail feathers of pheasants to kill time.
The pheasant kept clucking in resistance until it ran all over the mountains with its bare butt. Qin Han knew that it seemed to have gone crazy.
But he did not feel guilty. He just felt that the pheasant was too fragile and he was its savior after all.
It's just plucking a few hairs, no big deal!
Thinking that his uncle and second uncle had returned, he planned to release some of the rice and potatoes from the space.
This time, he didn't pile it directly on the ground.
Instead, he put the remaining sacks in the cellar into the space, and then put the rice and potatoes in.
When they were taken out from the Qiankun Realm, they came in bags.
There were fifteen bags in total, and if the sacks had been gone, he could have gotten more.
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