Chapter 1779 Making up stories
Feng Yuanxi quickly turned into the real body and hid in the cage in the corner.
The spirit birds locked in the cage were frightened and scattered, their feathers flying around.
Gu Xiaonan didn't care about the chaos in the corner, he stood on the stool in front of the stove, picked up the spatula, and pretended that he was cooking.
At this time, Taoist Qingfeng walked in from the door.
Gu Xiaonan turned his head and glanced at him as if nothing had happened, and said with a smile: "Taoist Qingfeng, are you hungry? Wait a moment, the dishes will be ready soon."
After finishing speaking, turn around and continue to stir fry.
Looking at the brightly colored dishes in the cauldron, Gu Xiaonan thought to himself: Fortunately, Yuanxi was almost ready, otherwise I would not be able to step down now.
Gu Xiaonan extinguished the fire in the stove, and then put the vegetables in the pot into the basin.
In addition to the dish in his hand, three dishes and one soup are placed on the table neatly.
Although there are three courses, it takes less time than breakfast.
Taoist Qingfeng came here smelling the fragrance again.
Of course, he would not admit that he was hooked by a glutton, and rushed over to eat it impatiently.
Taoist Qingfeng was also very puzzled, he has lived to this age, what delicious food has he not eaten?
He has tasted the top food in Tianji Continent, but he doesn't think so much about it.
Could it be that this kid put addictive drugs in his food?
The slander is the slander, and Taoist Qingfeng sat down at the dining table with his body still very honest.
Seeing Gu Xiaonan standing obediently and quietly by the side, Taoist Qingfeng remembered his doubts, and said, "You can eat together too."
"What's wrong? Could it be that you dislike eating at the same table as me?" Qingfeng Taoist squinted his eyes and asked in a bad tone.
Gu Xiaonan shook his head immediately: "Of course not, it is my honor to have dinner with Taoist Qingfeng."
The child's immature face is full of seriousness, and there is no trace of lying.
Taoist Qingfeng lowered his raised eyebrows: "Then sit down."
Gu Xiaonan responded, went to fetch the bowls and chopsticks, filled himself with a bowl of rice, and sat opposite Taoist Qingfeng.
He restrained himself from looking in Feng Yuanxi's direction.
Taoist Qingfeng has a high level of cultivation, and the slightest disturbance will arouse his vigilance.
Taoist Qingfeng glanced at the three dishes and one soup on the table, and asked casually, "You made all of this?"
"Yes!" Gu Xiaonan smiled without changing his face, "There is no one else here."
"Seeing that you have a good family background, why do you still have to learn this at such a young age?"
Gu Xiaonan has something to say.
Gu Xiaonan was shocked, showing a trace of nostalgia: "I learned to cook for my mother."
"Oh?" Taoist Qingfeng uttered a modal particle to show that he was interested in the topic he said.
Gu Xiaonan was encouraged, and continued to say: "I have been separated from my mother since I was a child, and I miss her very much. I thought that if I find my mother one day, I must do something for her. It just so happens that I am in cooking. I have some talent, so I studied cooking hard. One day when my mother comes back, I will cook for her. If my mother eats the food I cooked by myself, she will be happy. Later, I really found my mother, and my mother ate and cooked for her. I was very happy with the dishes, so I worked harder to learn how to cook. Unexpectedly, some bad guys took my mother away, so I reunited with my mother not long ago..."
The more he talked, the more sad he became, his eyes were red and tears were rolling in them.
He changed Yuanxi's experience, half truth and half false, but sincere.
Maybe he and Yuanxi are twins, and they have a sympathetic heart, so they can feel Yuanxi's inner world, making up this story is very touching.
(end of this chapter)