"Am I hallucinating?"

The children were shocked and came to their senses.

But when they looked at the painting again, they didn't have the same feeling as before.

"Iron pillar, the sun is about to set, why don't you give the old lady a death?"

At this moment, there was a shout from outside the small courtyard.

As soon as he finished speaking, a woman with a bamboo stick stepped across the courtyard gate and grabbed one of the children's ears.

The woman smiled apologetically at Qingxi and Muyue, and then dragged the iron pillar out.

"Ouch, mother, let go!"

The iron pillar screamed in pain, and the voice faded away.

"Goodbye, Uncle Qing!"

The other children were like cats whose tails had been trampled on, and they hurriedly picked up the small cloth bag containing the books, waved their hands at Qingxi, and went back to their respective homes.

"These children are quite delightful. ”

Muyue rolled up the dried picture scroll, put it in a bamboo basket, and took it back into the house.

"A child, innocent and curious. ”

Qingxi said.

He put away the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, looked at the sunset on the horizon, and fell into memory.

"Yue'er, look at the sun in the west, is it red and round?"

Mu Yue looked at it carefully and said seriously: "Yes...... But what does that mean?"

"Naturally, there is, because it reminds me of the Xisha River. ”

Qingxi sighed.

"It's red and round, what does it have to do with the Xisha River?"

Mu Yue tilted her head and fell into deep thought.

Qingxi didn't explain, but came to the kitchen.

Flipping open the wooden lid of the water tank, you can see a large herring swimming leisurely in the water.

"This fish is so cute!"

Mu Yue walked over, and her eyes lit up.

But before she could take a few more looks, she saw Qingxi's hand rise and fall.

Peel the gills, scrape the scales, and unload eight pieces, all in one go.

"This ......"

Mu Yue's outstretched hand froze.

But as Qingxi started to boil the oil in the pot and kept stir-frying the fish pieces and various condiments, the rich fragrance came to her face, and her expression gradually became strange.

on the dining table.

Muyue ate two large bowls "with tears".

"It smells so good!"

Her heartfelt compliments.

As middle and high-level cultivators in the Heavenly Xuan Realm and the Tongshen Realm, the two of them had already opened the valley.

But since it is necessary to understand the various states of life, the basic food, clothing, housing and transportation naturally cannot be left behind.

Qingxi, who was originally able to cook, has now become the chef at home.

Up to the hall, down to the kitchen, into the study.

As for Mu Yue, she followed aside, very curious about why Qingxi knew so much.

In the process of learning, she gained a lot.

This was the first time she felt the fireworks in the world, and she had an indescribable wonderful feeling in her heart.

On weekdays, she would only focus on how to speed up the speed of cultivation and improvement, and how to use her mastery to the point of perfection.

Or, see how the various formations work together.

As for cooking......

She really hadn't tried.

But now that she has eaten the food cooked by Qingxi, she has also begun to learn cooking skills without touching her fingers.

"To learn cooking, I have relevant ancient scriptures here. ”

Qingxi took out four brand-new books from the system space.

"Knife Craft: From Finger Cutting to Blindfolded Master", "Cooking: A Must-Have in Life", "God of Cooking", "Don't Tell Me You Know Cooking"...... Where did you get these books?"

Mu Yue looked through these books curiously.

Qingxi just smiled mysteriously.

In the far east, there is a group of great masters with top culinary skills, and in the cultivation world, they definitely have the posture of a culinary god.

The cooking books they have compiled are all classics.

Now it has only been refined and revised by Qingxi, and it has become hundreds of illustrated books.

Qingxi believes that these four books should be enough for Mu Yue to study for a while.

This night.

Mu Yue sat under the melon shed in the small courtyard, studying curiously.

Soon after.

After three hours of comprehension, she has gained a lot.

Before dawn, I took a kitchen knife and cucumber and started to try to cut it.

Even though he has never learned to cook, Mu Yue was once a swordsman and has an extraordinary talent for kendo.

She tossed the cucumber up.

I saw a sword and sword shadow flashing, and the cucumber fell into the vegetable basket, and after being washed with water, it gradually dispersed, becoming hundreds of cucumber slices as thin as cicada wings.

Qingxi held a cucumber slice and put it in front of his eyes, and he could see the hazy scenery in the distance.

"Full marks for knife work. ”

He praised.

Mu Yue pursed her red lips lightly, a little embarrassed.

She raised the stove and began to heat the pan.

"Sauce, vinegar, oil, salt, and all kinds of condiments are all available. ”

Qingxi reminded on the side.

"Do you need salt to cook?"

Mu Yue's face was full of suspicion.

Qingxi's eyes widened and said, "Didn't I give you an introduction in the recipe?"

"There are only steps and methods for cooking in it, and there are things that need to be paid attention to, but I didn't say that I need to put salt!"

Mu Yue said very puzzled.

Qingxi looked through the recipes he was given, patted his forehead, and said, "What is said above is not comprehensive enough, it seems that I have to show you some more." ”

He handed a book called "General Outline of Seasoning" to Makitsuki.

Afraid that there would be omissions, Qingxi thought about it, and simply took out hundreds of books and piled them on the small wooden table next to the stove.

"That's enough to watch for a while. ”

Muyue sat down and began to study.

At this moment, because the fire was too strong, I forgot to put vegetables and oil and water in the pot, and this iron pot, which was not too good, cracked with a "bang".

"Fryer!"

Qingxi was dumbfounded.

"What should I do?"

Mu Yue looked a little anxious.

"Don't panic, just make up the pot. ”

Qingxi extinguished the firewood and lifted the iron pot, facing the morning light from the east, and several cracks in the bottom of the pot could be seen.

With a light touch of his hand, a thumb-sized piece of iron fell off.

The hole in the bottom of the pot is bigger.

"Let me do it!"

Mu Yue used the spiritual fire in her body to prepare to recast the entire iron pot.

"Don't worry!"

Qingxi stopped Mu Yue, "We are now understanding the various states of life, and we don't need the power of cultivators for the time being, so we have to solve it in the way of ordinary people." ”

"How to fix it?"

Mu Yue didn't know at all, so she could only stare dryly.

"There is a blacksmith shop at the east end of the city, where you can mend the pot, let's go there and have a look. ”

Qingxi held the iron pot, and Mu Yue greeted the morning sun and walked on the street.

Even though it's just a small city, there are already a lot of pedestrians on the road as the sun rises.

Some are vendors pushing carts, some are butchers carrying large pigs, and some are ordinary people preparing to buy vegetables.

Others are farmers carrying iron ploughs, driving cattle and sheep to the fields outside the city, ready to start the day's work.

Most of the people in the city know each other.

They walked the streets, greeting each other, talking and laughing.

"The people here, although they live an ordinary and reciprocating life, have their own things and their own happiness. ”

Mu Yue was like a curious baby, looking at the people on the road.

"Everything in the world has its own laws of operation. ”

"If you think they're ordinary, that's because you're a cultivator. ”

"But in the eyes of the stronger and even the Heavenly Dao, we, the cultivators, are probably also ordinary. ”

Qingxi held the iron pot on top and explained softly.

When Mu Yue heard this, she nodded thoughtfully.

A moment later, they came to the blacksmith shop at the eastern end of the city.

"Uncle Qing, why are you here?".

A tiger-headed child jumped out of the blacksmith shop and waved at Qingxi and Mu Yue.

This child is the iron pillar that was dragged away by his mother's ears that day.