Snow blocked the city, and night came.
Flesh and blood are buried in the ruins, snow covers the collapsed walls, and in the lonely wooden house, the lights are faintly lit.
The Taoist priest in black tossed around in the kitchen for a long time, and finally made a plate of braised fish.
Crispy fish skin poured red hot sauce, food in the weak light, as if faintly light adhesion.
Song Dao Changmo brought out the fish with a face before walking to the kitchen door. Xiao Xingchen, who had been delivering spiritual power to A Jing by the bedside, opened his eyes.
Xiao Xingchen was slightly stunned when he saw the fish in Daoshang Song's hand.
xiaoxingchenZichen, when will you cook?
songlanLearned by chance.
Daoist Priest Song placed the fish in front of the slaughter basalt and sat down opposite her.
Sister Xuanwu had already been lying on the table motionless, she slept soundly, the blue silk in her ears hung down to her white cheeks, and her small mouth was slightly open.
The point is...
She drooled all over the table.
A mouthful of saliva was shining under the light of the candle.
Daoist Song pulled the plate containing the fish in front of him in disgust, lest the fish be soaked by her saliva, and he had to remake one.
xuantuluEat that fragrant fish.
xuantuluHey, don't drill between my teeth.
xuantuluI'll get a toothache...
She wasn't awake yet, she was whispering in her sleep.
xuantuluFish, I want fish.
Sleepwalking, she stretched out a hand to the braised fish on the opposite side.
Daoist Priest Song gently pinched her wrist, not letting her hand move forward.
The green-clothed girl on the opposite side opened her eyes in a daze and looked at him in a daze.
Because I just woke up, there was a faint water light floating in my eyes.
xuantuluUnderworld, what are you doing?
Song Lan put her hand down as if nothing had happened, as if the person who had just grabbed her hand was not him.
songlanEat fish with chopsticks.
songlanDon't use your hands.
Slaughter Black Tortoise's eyes were only focused on the fish, and he didn't want to know what the underworld chief was talking about at all.
But Daoist Priest Song had been guarding her and would not let her catch her with his hands.
As soon as she stretched out her hand, she was about to be slapped by Song Lan, and she finally raised her head and looked at Song Lan discontentedly.
xuantuluWhat are chopsticks.
songlanIn the future you have to eat with chopsticks.
xuantuluOK, then you can bring the chopsticks.
Daoshang Song handed her a pair of bamboo chopsticks, and Sister Xuanwu glanced at the chopsticks and took only one.
"Boom boom boom boom --"
She bit her chopsticks, chewing more and more cheerfully.
xuantuluChopsticks are better than baskets.
Although they are all made of bamboo.
xuantuluI don't want to send baskets, I want chopsticks.
Daoshang Song took out a bundle of new bamboo chopsticks.
songlanI teach you to use chopsticks.
Sister Xuanwu swallowed the bamboo chips in her mouth, glanced at the dozens of pairs of chopsticks on the table, smashed it, smashed her mouth, and aftertaste the fresh bamboo fragrance just now.
xuantuluI'm a smart beast, so I don't want to learn this.
songlanIf you don't learn how to use chopsticks, don't eat fish in the future.
xuantuluI am a smart beast, and I need to be versatile. Hurry up and teach me how to use chopsticks, underworld chief.
The corners of Daochang Song's mouth turned up slightly for a moment unconsciously.
This greedy little turtle.
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