Zhili coughed slightly, "It's late today, there are only some grains on the mountain, I'm afraid that you will feel a little monotonous when you drink porridge every day, so I will change some mortal dishes for you." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

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Qin Jiu was embarrassed, did Shenjun have any misunderstanding about eating, she ate by mouth and not by her eyes, what is the use of just seeing.

Qin Jiu was suddenly full of suspicion about the porridge in her hand, and she experimentally put her mouth close to the bowl and took a small sip.

The sticky rice porridge boiled into his mouth, the sweet taste was full in his mouth, Qin Jiu's heart was settled, and he took another big sip to suppress the shock, and reluctantly looked at the delicacies on the table, "That... Shenjun, you better withdraw these, the more I look at it, the hungrier I get. ”

Zhili Wenyan's sleeves brushed lightly on the table, the stone table returned to its previous appearance, Qin Jiu smelled the aroma of meat in the air, and bowed his head to drink porridge with a slight loss.

As a god who does not eat fireworks, his cooking skills are actually quite good. The millet is soft and glutinous and sweet, the lotus seeds melt in the mouth, Qin Jiu took two sips, and his eyes unconsciously bent again.

Zhili was a little curious, "Why are you so happy just drinking porridge?" ”

Qin Jiu replied very honestly: "If there is good food, everyone is happy." ”

Seeing that the little face on the other side was about to be buried in the porridge bowl, Zhili sighed slightly, "It's really easy to feed." ”

Qin Jiu saw him praising himself, and nodded busily in agreement, "Shenjun, it doesn't take much trouble to raise me, I don't have many snacks, and I will try to eat as little as possible when I grow up." ”

Zhili couldn't help but laugh, he had forgotten how long it had been since he had been so happy, so it seemed that it was the right decision to leave her in the mountains, and now that the boring life of a thousand years had finally had some fun.

This smile seemed to be able to melt the ice and snow, making his already handsome face even more dazzling, Qin Jiu saw someone smile so good for the first time, looked at the opposite side of the separation blankly, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva with a grunt.

It was late at night after eating, Qin Jiu gradually became sleepy, kept yawning, she picked up her bowl to clean, but was picked up halfway by Zhili to take it.

When the bowl arrived in Zhili's hand, it was clean almost instantly, and Zhili Wen said to Qin Jiu, "If you are sleepy, go to sleep first." ”

Qin Jiu was completely defeated by the trapped spirit at this moment, and answered in a daze, and walked towards his house little by little.

Entering the house, Qin Jiu plunged into her own small flower quilt, the cool breeze was gusting outside, but the quilt was very soft and warm, she rolled with satisfaction, her head just got on the pillow, and she was about to fall asleep.

When she was drowsy, Qin Jiu suddenly thought that she was in the study today, as if she didn't see the bed, and she realized that she had occupied the Shenjun's bed, wouldn't the Shenjun have to sit on the stool all night?

She suddenly became sleepy, and sat up with the quilt, the wind was blowing outside, as is always the case in the mountains, and the temperature began to drop suddenly as soon as the night came.

Qin Jiu thought about it, but still turned over and got out of bed, and struggled to pick up a quilt, the quilt was heavier than her others, Qin Jiu had to put the quilt on the bed, and walked out of the house tremblingly.

As soon as Zhili sat down at the desk, closed his eyes and concentrated, he heard some strange movements in front of the door, he opened the door, only to see a quilt floating at the door, and a voice came from under the quilt, "Shenjun, take it quickly." ”

Zhili hurriedly picked up the quilt, and then saw Qin Jiu with red color and messy hair under the quilt.

Zhili looked at the quilt embroidered with small red flowers in his hand, and looked at Qin Jiu in confusion.

Qin Jiu was panting against the door frame, lamenting in his heart that it was not easy to be short, and it was so difficult to move a quilt. At this time, seeing Zhili looking at her, he hurriedly brushed the crooked bun head with his fingers, "Shenjun, you go to bed and sleep, I'll just sleep there." ”

After that, he pointed to the chair in front of the desk, and looked in the direction she was pointing, but did not move his steps, "Why?" ”

Qin Jiu touched his head and laughed twice with some embarrassment, "That, I love to read, I think I can sleep more soundly in the sea of books." ”

Zhili thought about how she looked at her during the day when she was barely asleep, and raised her eyebrows, Qin Jiu saw his obvious look of disbelief, and nodded heavily, looking at Zhili sincerely with a pair of eyes, and his eyes kept radiating my most honest and reliable light waves.

Of course, Zhili would not be fooled by her appearance, Qin Jiu's eyes blinked for a long time, and the other party was still unmoved, so he had to hang his shoulders helplessly.

"Okay, I think that since my injuries are all healed, it's not good to occupy your bed again, and I can sleep on a chair, anyway, I'm small..."

Zhili originally saw her hesitantly, thinking it was a big deal, but who knew that it was actually for the bed. For him, it doesn't really make a difference whether he sleeps or not, it's just that he closes his eyes and concentrates, so he doesn't think there's anything wrong with resting in the chair, but she, staying in the chair all night, I'm afraid I'm going to catch a cold.

Before Qin Jiu finished speaking, he interrupted, "It's okay, I still have some things to deal with in the study, you go to sleep." ”

Qin Jiu heard this, so he had to reluctantly move back a small step, and when he saw her turn back three times, he simply hugged the quilt with one hand, and pointed to the stool with the other hand from a distance.

Qin Jiu saw that the wood on the stool fell off on its own, and it formed the appearance of the bed in an orderly manner, as if an invisible hand was manipulating, and his eyes couldn't help but widen in surprise.

But in a moment, a bed appeared in the study out of thin air, and Zhi Li turned to look at her, "Maybe you go to sleep obediently now?" ”

Qin Jiu's chick kept nodding like pecking rice, she stood on tiptoe and patted the small flower quilt in Zhili's hand, "Shenjun, there is still an extra quilt in that room, I haven't covered this bed, it's windy at night, you can keep it." ”

As if he was afraid of rejection, he didn't wait for a reaction to leave, and trotted a few steps back to the house.

Zhili touched the quilt in his hand and his eyes deepened a little, people are used to looking at him with the eyes of God, taking it for granted that nothing will affect him, and no one has ever worried about him, but for the first time, someone is worried about him just for the sake of the mountain wind.

When he left his senses, he heard the sound of even breathing next door, and he smiled, he must have been extremely sleepy.

Qin Jiu didn't know the idea of separation next door at all, she was indeed sleepy, but at the moment, she had a big thing in her heart, and she was content to lie on the bed, but after half a cup of tea, she fell asleep.

The mountain wind was still raging outside, and Zhi Li returned to his desk, picked up a book of all things and wanted to flip through it, his eyes touched the quilt on the stool, and his expression softened a little.

Suddenly, he put down the book in his hand, turned around and walked to the bookshelf. Fingers tapped on the shelves, and a few books came out of nowhere, hovering around him.

Zhili took one and returned to his desk, and the rest of the books returned to the bookshelf as if consciously. He returned to the desk, spread out the book in his hand, and saw a few big characters on the cover, "Strategies for Raising Babies", and there was a row of small characters at the bottom, written by the mother of six children.