Chapter 52: The Singles Divine Monarch

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From the cabinet on the side, he took a white porcelain bowl with koi fish printed on it, and put up the sticky lotus seed porridge that had been boiled.

This set of movements is done smoothly, as if it is not cooking porridge, but painting.

Qin Jiu held his cheeks and looked at Zhili in front of the stove, only thinking that good-looking people were really pleasing to the eye in everything they did, and when Zhili turned around with the bowl, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

Zhili had a little smile in his eyes, put the small bowl of porridge on the table, handed the spoon and Qin Jiu, "If you are hungry, eat it quickly." ā€

Qin Jiu was embarrassed to say that he swallowed his saliva not because of the porridge, but because of the face of the Divine Monarch, and said yes, holding a bowl as big as his own face and drinking the porridge.

Originally, her bowl was a small porcelain bowl the size of a fist, Qin Jiu's appetite has always been excellent, such a bowl has to be served two or three times a meal, and she is small, and she can't reach the stove, so it is very tossed, so when Shenjun makes dinner again, she consciously handed over this big bowl.

The porridge that had just come out of the pot was a little hot, Qin Jiu took a small sip, drank two or three sips to pad her stomach, she suddenly remembered the peaches sent by the peach essence yesterday, and looked around, but she didn't see it. It's weird, I didn't seem to see it in the study just now, where did it go?

Zhili saw her frowning while chewing lotus seeds, and asked, "What, but you put too much sugar?" ā€

Qin Jiu likes sweets on weekdays, so he put a little more sugar when he cooks porridge today, isn't it too sweet?

"No, no, it's delicious." Qin Jiu hurriedly shook his head, and in order to prove that what he said was true, he took another big sip.

She was in a hurry and forgot that the porridge was still hot, but Shenjun was still in front of her, and she couldn't spit it out, so she had to swallow it ruthlessly in her stomach, and now it was so hot from her throat and eyes to her stomach that tears gushed out at once.

Zhili saw that her face turned red in an instant, but she didn't jump up from the stool, looked at the porridge that was still steaming, some wanted to laugh, but felt a little inappropriate, put her hand into a fist and coughed lightly, "Slow down, don't rush." ā€

Qin Jiu didn't dare to drink the porridge again, and quietly moved the bowl outward, intending to wait for it to be colder before drinking. She only felt that her tongue was unconscious, but she still pretended to be nothing, and replied, "It's because the Shenjun makes it so delicious." ā€

This is not Qin Jiu's sycophancy, although the food made by Zhili is simple, but all of them are delicious, Shenjun has not eaten grains for a long time, and his cooking skills are very good, thinking that Shenjun seems to have said that it is because of the tribulation of the mortal world, he asked Zhili with some curiosity: "Shouldn't Shenjun give birth to a rich and noble family when he goes down to earth, why should he also cook?" ā€

"Even if you go down to the earth, you don't go to enjoy happiness, so naturally you have to learn everything in order to survive." An understatement of the regression.

The small flame of Qin Jiu's gossip ignited all of a sudden, and she mysteriously leaned away from her side, and asked in a low voice, "What about the lady of the god monarch in the mortal world?" Doesn't she cook? Or is it the lady in the family who says? ā€

Zhili's tone was still light, "I haven't experienced a love calamity, and a few times I have been down to earth for a lonely life, and there is no such thing as a lady." ā€

It's also miserable... has been an old bachelor for several generations, Qin Jiu's eyes suddenly had a little sympathy, but she couldn't say it in front of Zhili, she silently moved the bowl of porridge back, buried her head in the porridge, raised her head from time to time, and peeked at Shang Zhili.

Zhili was very uncomfortable to see by her strange eyes, and when he wanted to get up, he was afraid that she would follow before he finished drinking the porridge, so he had to change the topic, "You drank yesterday?" When I came back, I was drunk and unconscious, and it was better to drink less at a young age. ā€

Qin Jiu was stunned for a moment, "Yesterday, I just drank a few cups of Baihua Brew given by Danzhu, but it was sweet and silky water, and there was no taste of wine, I never expected that the stamina was so great." ā€

Baihua brewing is really not wine, stop leaving the palace in the fairy palace once brewed, but it is not difficult, it is nothing more than to take the flower stamen, dry it at noon for a few days, and then with the snow water on the plum branch into the tank to seal, although the process is not separated from the wine, but it really has nothing to do with the wine.

Qin Jiu slapped his thighs with a crackling sound, annoyed that he shouldn't have drunk more glasses, "Who would have thought that drinking it would be the same as sugar water, and you could get drunk while drinking, this wine is too foolish, Shenjun, I didn't do anything disrespectful yesterday, right?" ā€

Loss of honor...? Zhili thought of the villain who tugged at his collar last night, called himself aunt with a handful of snot and tears, and had to kiss his face, his expression froze, and he shook his head.

"It shouldn't be the hundred flowers brewed, if you think about what you drank yesterday, you didn't lose your manners, but drinking is not good after all, and you will not be good in the future."

Qin Jiu didn't hear that it was a hundred flowers brewed, and he also made a difficulty, he wanted to eat it yesterday, but he didn't eat anything.

She recalled it carefully, and then said thoughtfully: "Yesterday, except for the hundred flowers brewed, I ate a fruit, and the rest was gone." ā€

"What does that fruit look like?"

Qin Jiu thought about it, after all, she didn't really sleep, but experienced a lot of things, and only replied uncertainly: "It's red..."

"What's wrong with that?" Stop and ask again.

This time, she replied very simply, "It's sweet!" ā€

Zhili paused, "That's it, you drink porridge first." ā€

Qin Jiu was very well-behaved, the temperature of the porridge was just right, and she didn't use a spoon, she saw the bottom of the bowl after a short time, and she consciously washed the bowl and laid it out.

Zhili thought that he could just do a purification technique by himself, but when he saw her, he was busy and happy, and the wooden bucket filled with water was not high, so he let her go.

Qin Jiu was afraid that he would have to stop leaving, so he quickly packed it up, and then took out the big red handkerchief from his arms to wipe his hands while walking towards Zhili.

Zhili waited for her to be all right, and then walked to the study, and the little man still followed behind without accident.

Inside, Kotoku climbed straight onto the stool and sat down in front of the book he had spread out before breakfast.

Unexpectedly, the book in front of her was closed, and Zhili took the book away, and put a thicker book in front of her.

Zhili saw Qin Jiu look at him and explained: "Everything in the world has an excerpt from this book, you carefully look for the fruit you saw that day." ā€

The book was as tall as half of Qin Jiu's body, and she looked at Zhili with a bitter face, but she didn't dare to shake her head and say no, so she had to obediently take off her shoes and stand on the stool to reach the cover of the book.

A few big characters on the title page, "The Record of All Things", Qin Jiu turned the first page, a golden light overflowed from the book, and she subconsciously closed her eyes.