The next day, after hesitating again and again, Xiaobao went to bid farewell to Mrs. Lang and Mrs. Lang with two red and swollen eyes in the morning. The words were decided, and the sorrow between her expressions made Mrs. Lang feel distressed. Lang Yuanwai came back from the Lingjiang Mansion and followed the old couple to persuade them for a long time, but they didn't make Xiaobao change his mind.

Somehow, she always felt that she would feel safe until she returned to the wooden house. If her father and mother entered the secret realm by mistake and couldn't come back for a while, she would just wait in Sanghuai Village. Anyway, I have seen a lot in Changlu Town this time, and I haven't been back for a long time, and I especially miss the big noble tree at home.

Seeing that she was unusually firm, Lang Yuanwai discussed with Mrs. Lang and the two of them, and then returned to Sanghuai Village with the big cat and the second cat, thinking that at least she would take care of this little girl.

I didn't want to look at the scenery along the way again, this time Xiaobao felt that the return journey was extraordinarily long.

returned to Sanghuai Village, and at the insistence of Lang Yuanwai, Xiaobao had to temporarily settle down in Yuanwai Mansion. Worried that Xiaobao was not used to it, Lang Yuanwai called a chef with good skills from Lang Garden, and the three meals a day were the same as those in Changlu Town.

After a few days like this, Xiaobao couldn't go home, so Lang Yuanwai had to let the cat and the cat take the little maid to the wooden house to clean up inside and out, and carefully checked the road between the wooden house and the Yuanwai Mansion. After confirming that it was okay, he told him left and right, and accompanied Xiaobao all the way back to the wooden house.

After a brief meal and a few gossips with Xiaobao, Lang got up and left, and gave another advice before leaving.

As the town and village spirit official of Sanghuai Village, just like in the past, Changlu Zhenling General's Mansion would call him over from time to time, especially after this formation master conference, the frequency of going back was obviously more.

Outside sending off Lang Yuan, Xiaobao got up slowly, her expression seemed to be a little nostalgic, and a little hesitant, she went to her father's house and took a turn, cherished and put her father's soul lamp on the desk next to the wooden bed, and bowed three times very seriously.

On the dresser, there is still pearl powder that the beautiful lady has not used up, and in the air, there is a familiar faint smell of medicine. Well, it's better to return to your familiar environment.

After a stick of incense, Xiaobao checked the defensive formations around the house, put away the communication spirit stone left by Lang Yuan, and took out the spirit tree root that he had spent a lot of money a few days ago and placed it under the laurel tree, and then boiled hot water by himself, and came to the courtyard with a red wooden basin. While the water was still steaming, she put her jade-smooth feet into the water and breathed a sigh of relief.

If it weren't for the faint light, the stump almost melted into the night, Xiaobao stared at this half-dead spiritual root, and tried to recall the steps of the beautiful lady to maintain the flowers and plants.

Quietly listening to the rustling of leaves, the sound of cicadas, frogs, and insects chewing leaves, it seems to be rhythmless and somewhat boring.

It stands to reason that such an environment can't help but make people feel a little scared, barren mountains and mountains, wooden houses under the cliffs, but the looming smell from the stump under the laurel tree not far away, similar to the smell of agarwood and amber mixed together, makes Xiaobao feel more peaceful.

She stared at the glowing round sphere in the sky in a daze, staring at the dimness of the surface of the sphere, as if trying to find something in common with the moon, but if she looked closely, she would find that the glowing round sphere seemed to be larger and reddish in color. Let's call it the moon first.

This continent of another world, except for being able to cultivate, seems to be no different from the other side of the earth, the same strife, conspiracy, separation, life and death... In the days without the protection of his father and mother, although he was taken care of by Uncle Lang and their help, Xiaobao knew that if he wanted to live and live well, he had to do something.

But what should she do next? Except for her few consumable-like Aoba formations that are used once at a time, there really doesn't seem to be any means to make a living.

The sound was silent, the bamboo forest was quiet, and Xiaobao, who was soaking his feet, suddenly thought of the earth, the grandfather who was hard and eloquent, the jewelry exhibition that he didn't catch up, and the gray stone in his hand when he was hit.

Eh, wait... Yes, that stone, all of a sudden Xiaobao seemed to think of something.

I remember that when Lamberber first saw her, he once mentioned that his companion stone was a gray crescent-shaped stone, and he couldn't figure out what kind of stone it was, and it was not like other people's companion stones such as opal, sapphire or something that could be identified at a glance.

It's a pity that I can't look inside, otherwise I will know if the associated stone in my body is related to that ancient fossil. If it is really related, perhaps, that fossil is the key to her rebirth. Subconsciously, she remembered that the second before she lost consciousness, the stone in her hand seemed to emit bursts of heat, and a soft force enveloped her consciousness.

Left and right Uncle Lang said that the whereabouts of her father and mother were unknown, and she preferred to believe that she had entered the secret realm and interrupted the induction contact.

Although there are not many spirit stones left, fortunately, there is not only enough food for himself to eat for several years, but also a lot of things that Mrs. Lang forced over when she left.

Staying in Sanghuai Village, waiting for his father and mother to come back, Xiaobao secretly made up his mind in his heart.

Just when Xiaobao was thinking a lot, he didn't notice that the aura in the courtyard seemed to be a little stronger than before. However, even if she noticed, she would think that it was because she had placed the few Spirit Primal Realm demon beasts in the bag in the courtyard.

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Maybe it's because of family affection, or maybe it's because the moon evokes memories of the earth. When he woke up in the morning, Xiaobao was busy going in and out of the kitchen.

Bang bang ... Knock knock... Dangdang... Xiaobao first kneaded a white raw dough, waited for the dough to ferment, and then cut some thawed spirit animal meat into shredded meat, put in chopped spirit grass roots, etc., and finally mixed in pepper noodles, salt and other condiments. Looking at that posture, it seems like he wants to show off his cooking skills.

As a senior single foodie, how can you not have a little craftsmanship?

If you really look into it carefully, you have to ask Xiaobao why he didn't cook before, maybe he is afraid that he will always be different from others, and he will think about it from time to time, and he will be regarded as a demon beyond the acceptability of adults.

Although Xiaobao is indeed a demon clan.

And it is strange to say that this world is rich in materials, and there are countless delicacies of all kinds, but there are no buns. Xiaobao was 7 or 8 years old when he was slandered, and I think it may be because there is no ancestor like Zhuge Liang, so many good materials are really blind.

How could a person who had no meat in his previous life miss all kinds of meat buns with a white and smooth surface and a soft and fragrant taste?

That's right, Xiaobao, who is determined to live a good life, turned his grief and anger into appetite, and worked hard to start his own life.

It all starts with making steamed buns.