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The two beauties moved, and after the first spoonful, they were silent, and they quickly finished eating a bowl, and then looked up at Qin Fen.

Qin Fen pushed the porridge bowl in front of the two of them, and said in a stinky manner: "The two beauties eat slowly, I'll go walk the dog." ”

After speaking, Qin Fen didn't wait for the second daughter to reply, straightened his chest and pulled out his belly and went straight out.

Lin Ziyin looked at Qin Fen's back and said, "Xia Meng, these five cousins of your family are really interesting." ”

"yes, a little grumpy."

"Is this porridge really so delicious?" Huang Ying couldn't help but ask.

At first, she was really happy, but later she understood that this was the eldest lady and Miss Xia Meng "supporting" her.

The two of them drank the porridge silently, bowl after bowl, and responded directly with actions. However, Huang Ying was still not convinced, sat down and added a bowl to herself, and then took a sip.

"Huh?" Huang Ying felt a wave of sweetness coming down from her mouth, and her whole body and mind immediately felt comfortable like never before.

Isn't this just the first bowl of ordinary white porridge, how can it have such an incredible taste?

Huang Ying is a very simple person, but the pastries she makes are very complex, and various flavors are mixed together, and finally turn into an evocative taste.

The white porridge made by Qin Fen is simple in appearance and simple in taste, but it has a kind of ...... How to describe it, a fairy spirit? A dusty and ethereal smell!

It's incredible!

What is Master?

Qin Fen is this kind of talent.

Huang Ying immediately felt ashamed, she was a little complacent just now, and thought she had defeated Qin Fen.

"Roar......" There was a sudden roar outside the room.

"Ah, your white lion is angry." Xia Meng said loudly.

When the three girls looked over, they saw a Tibetan mastiff the size of a calf barking wildly around Qin Fen on the grass.

"I knew it was going to happen." Lin Ziyin pursed her lips and smiled.

This guy left stubbornly, is it good to find a reason to "walk the dog", how can their white lion be walked by others?

Huang Yingzheng was embarrassed, watching Qin Fen being chased by the white lion and running around in embarrassment, "poof" and happy again.

"Roar!" The white lion roared angrily, and suddenly jumped up, slamming straight into Qin Fen's throat.

"White Lion!" Lin Ziyin hurriedly shouted.

She knew the power of her white lion, it turned out that the white lion wouldn't be so ruthless without her order, but now she doesn't know what to do?

Oops!

Lin Ziyin stood up on the ground, and was about to go over to first aid when she saw Qin Fen raise his palm and suddenly press the white lion's head.

Lin Ziyin saw a jaw-dropping scene:

The white lion "whimpered", circled around Qin Fen three times and lay at Qin Fen's feet, and then behaved like a Persian cat.

What's going on?

Lin Ziyin was shocked in her heart, the white lion only recognized herself, and even Huang Ying couldn't get too close.

What's going on?

Lin Ziyin had the heart to ask, Uncle Ding had already started it over there.

Usually Lin Ziyin also goes out at this time, and then starts a busy day.

Lin Ziyin would not change her usual routine because of curiosity, and after glancing at Qin Fen, she and Huang Ying took a bumblebee and flew to the city and went to work.

In the courtyard of the big white house, Qin Fen looked up at the sky, and the heart of the Taoist people was really incomparable.

At this point in time, he came out of Ping'an and walked first, then transferred to the bus, and then squeezed the subway in a stinky sweat, tossing for at least an hour to get to work.

Take a look at the eldest lady of the Lin family, and go to work directly.

Qin Fen didn't know that Lin Ziyin usually didn't live here, she only came over when she was on vacation, she drove her sports car on weekdays, and she only used a helicopter to return to Jiayuan Community.

"How did you do that?" Xia Meng appeared in front of Qin Fen, silently like a Lingbo fairy.

"Ah, what?"

"Sister Lin's white lion, except for her and the breeder, no one else can approach." Xia Meng tilted his head and asked Qin Fen.

"I'm so amiable."

Xia Meng raised his hand and stroked his hair that was blown by the sea breeze, glanced at Qin Fen charmingly, and said, "I see you muttering to yourself there, what kind of mantra should you recite there." ”

"You heard that, too."

"Hehe, don't forget what our Xia family used to do." Xia Meng said proudly.

"What?" Qin Fen was a little puzzled.

"Didn't you hear your grandfather say that?"

"Oh." Qin Fen suddenly remembered and said, "Born in Taoism." ”

Qin Fen's grandfather is a Huotou Taoist priest, which is actually a family education passed down from his wife and grandmother.

It turned out that the Xia family could not learn the Tao, and later turned to Confucianism, so that Grandpa Xia began to open a private school in Qinjia Village and spread the disciples.

"You still know this?" A hint of strange color flashed in Qin Fen's eyes.

"Or else?" Xia Meng was actually a deception of Qin Fen.

The scene just now was so amazing, Lin Ziyin and the others didn't ask when they had to go to work, Xia Meng saw the clue.

The Xia family has ancient teachings, and those who are in distress return to Feilai Peak.

Xia Meng returned to Feilai Peak because she remembered Gu Xun, and now it seems that Gu Xun did save her life.

Thinking about it this way, the Qinjia Village and the children of the Qin family, who have been flying to the peak for thousands of years, are also extraordinary.

"Haha!" Qin Fen snorted and said, "This is a joke of our Qin family's children, who like to pretend to be a door god." ”

"Door God?" Xia Meng's eyes were shining with stars, and the fire of gossip in his heart was burning.

"yes, we all loved playing this game when we were younger." Qin Fen stretched out his hand as he spoke, and nodded to Xia Meng: "In the name of the door god, I will grant you the god position." ”

Qin Fen said that he retracted his hand, and the joke should be in moderation.

"You still play such games since you were a child, are you naïve?" Xia Meng was a little speechless.

"Don't you know? Our Qin surname, the descendant of the authentic Tang Dynasty general Qin Qiong and Qin Shubao. ”

"And then?"

"Isn't his old man revered by the world as a door god?"

Xia Meng covered his forehead with his hand and said, "I don't need to ask this question, you are just having a temper with a dog." ”

"You're right, I had a lot of dogs when I was a child, and I smelled of dogs, so this Tibetan mastiff felt close to me when he saw it." Qin Fen walked down the stairs, and said in his heart that it was finally over.

The Tibetan mastiff does only recognize its master, and he has an attack posture against him just now, Qin Fen will not be able to fight it if he really wants to, but a vicious fight is indispensable.

In the early morning, this scene was always a bit of a bad scene, and Qin Fen was in a hurry, so he came to teach the gods.

Strictly speaking, this magic conferring technique can only be used at the middle level of the family realm, and Qin Fen is also in a hurry, so he can use it easily.

The door god is in charge of the family's safety, health, and even longevity.

And the dog in the family, now it is raised as a pet, but in the past it had a basic function, that is, to watch the dog.

So, this watchdog has a lot of relationship with the door god.

Because the realm is not enough, Qin Fen's divine teaching technique does not have spiritual light, but it is possible to make a Tibetan mastiff obey in an instant.

Qin Fen couldn't tell Xia Meng about the Tao in this, he could only say that he had raised a dog in the past.

As for small tricks such as "in the name of the door god", they did play it when they were children, so Qin Fen was not a liar.