The next morning, Song Xiaoling came to the kitchen after getting up and saw that Song's mother was already cooking breakfast in the kitchen.

Song Xiaoling said: "Mother, you got up too early, didn't you say it all yesterday, I'll get up and cook?"

Mother Song said: "Just make breakfast, and I'm not tired, how can I be so delicate." And children need to sleep more to grow up. In the future, I will cook in the morning, you will sleep a little more in the morning, lunch and dinner, you will do this, girl?"

Song Xiaoling thought for a while and said, "Okay mother, then you must pay attention to yourself, don't be tired!"

Mother Song smiled and said, "Okay, little housekeeper, I'm done with breakfast, go wash your hands and wake up Xiaojun, let's eat together!"

Song Xiaoling nodded and replied, "Alas, good mother!" After speaking, Song Xiaoling went to the East House to prepare to ask Song Xiaojun to get up for dinner.

After the family had breakfast, Song's mother led Song Xiaojun to play in the yard, and Song Xiaoling and Song's father continued to steam steamed buns in the kitchen to cook.

Song Xiaoling found two cutting boards and a few kitchen knives in the space, and used her consciousness to chop the meat filling in the space.

Song Xiaoling was busy in the space, and in the eyes of Song's father, the girl was standing there in a daze, not moving, her eyes were looking straight ahead, it seemed to be quite scary, and the more Song's father looked at it, the more nervous she became!

After about 20 minutes, Song Xiaoling chopped a pot of minced meat, released it from the space, and placed it in a small clay basin on the table.

Father Song breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and when he saw his daughter come back to his senses, he hurriedly stepped forward and asked: "Lingzi, you put this meat filling in the space to chop, will it hurt your body?

Song Xiaoling replied: "Dad, it's okay, I'm like that because I put my consciousness into the space and move in the space, so I don't know everything that happens outside the space, as long as I withdraw my consciousness from the space, it will be fine and there will be no harm to the body." In fact, although the body is not tired from working in the space like this, the brain is tired! But in order not to worry her parents, she didn't tell them.

After hearing this, Father Song said: "Daughter, you can't do this outside in the future!

Song Xiaoling's heart warmed when she heard this, and she said to her father: "Dad, don't worry, I will definitely listen to you!" I thought to myself: A child with a father and a mother is a treasure! Fortunately, nothing has happened in this life, and she will definitely protect her father and mother.

Although Song Xiaoling thought a lot, it was only for a moment and then said: "Dad, other work can be done in the space, but this last item, the stuffing can't be done, in fact, it's not that I can't do it, it's just that I wrap it too slowly in the space, and it's better to take it out and take it out to bread faster." ”

After hearing this, Father Song replied: "Xing Lingzi, you release it, I'll take care of it." ”

Song Xiaoling summed it up, she first finished mixing the stuffing in the mud pot and then handed it to Song's father, and then used her consciousness to make a few bags of buns in the space, and the dough used was about larger than the palm of an adult man's hand. put the dough on the table in front of Song's father and asked Song's father to wrap it first, while she continued to use her consciousness to do other things in the space.