"It's not worth much, it's all for me to play with. Bingchen didn't care.

Ming Fei was surprised: "You are a refiner, what level?"

"Junior spirit weapon masters, they can only create these primary spirit weapons, you can play with them. "Bingchen is embarrassed.

Ming Fei praised: "It's already very good, you are still young, and there is room for improvement in the future." ”

"I think so too. Bingchen smiled, very confident.

He said, "Take it! I can make one of these things in an hour." ”

"Then I'll take it. Ming Fei received the storage bag, she smiled lightly and said, "Thank you, this is the first gift I received this year." ”

"You're welcome. Bingchen scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

He has always been a hanger, and few people thank him, and now Ming Qin is so serious to thank him, he is embarrassed.

Ming Fei raised the wine jar in his hand and said, "Do you want to drink some?"

"Good. ”

Ming Fei took out another jar of wine from the storage bag and handed it to Bingchen, the two of them each held a jar of wine, looked at Mingyue, and chatted with each other.

Anyway, on her nineteenth birthday, although Changqing was not there, she was not alone, she was accompanied by the little maid and Bingchen.

……

It was dawn, and Ming Fei was also drunk.

Fortunately, although Bingchen was not in tune, he took on the responsibility of the boss at the moment, letting Ming Fei sleep in the tent, rest for a day today, and leave here tomorrow.

The little maid woke up early in the morning and found that her young lady was drunk, and she learned from Bingchen's mouth that today was the young lady's birthday.

The little maid understands her own miss, and the young lady must miss her uncle, so she will borrow wine to kill her sorrows.

Afraid that Ming Fei would wake up with an uncomfortable appetite, the little maid hurriedly boiled porridge on the pot rack and boiled a bowl of hangover soup.

Bingchen practiced a set of boxing techniques, sat on the rattan chair taken out of the space ring, and said: "I can't see that although you look like a girl, your skills are good, your son-in-law has you to take care of, and my son-in-law is a little envious." ”

He also has a little girl!

But in order to explore Ming Fei, he came with him, and he let the little guy take a comfortable flying machine to the imperial capital.

At this time, the little guy had already arrived in the capital.

For Bingchen said that she was girly, the little maid was not angry, she held a spoon in her hand and stirred the spiritual rice porridge, and said: "Son Bingchen, my son-in-law said, this type of villain is not called Niangli Niang, but Warm Man." ”

"Warm man?" Bingchen laughed: "Isn't this what I'm talking about!"

Little maid: "Son Bingchen, my son-in-law said that you are a young man in the second middle school." ”

Bingchen: "......"

The little maid talked to death.

……

Ming Fei slept for two hours, then woke up thirsty, the little maid saw this, and hurriedly brought the hangover soup that was still warm on the stove and served Ming Fei to drink.

After drinking a bowl in one go, the little maid said, "Childe, are you uncomfortable?"

"It's fine. Ming Fei handed the bowl to the little maid, smiled, and said, "Thank you for your hard work." ”

"It's not hard, it's my honor to take care of my son. The little maid smiled, her smile was very warm, and she said, "Son, you wait first, I cooked porridge, and I will bring it." ”

She added a little herbs and spirit animal meat to the spiritual rice porridge, and the porridge tasted super good.

The little maid withdrew from the tent and went to serve porridge for her young lady with joy.

only to find ......

The porridge is gone......

All that was left was a squeaky iron pot roasted by fire on a pot rack.

The little maid glanced at Bingchen, who was sitting cross-legged and cultivating not far away, and shouted at the top of her voice: "Master Bingchen, have you eaten all my young lady's porridge?"