His face was a little pale.

Wang Heng's eyes froze and he stepped forward quickly.

If you look closely, you can feel the traces of a magical explosion.

If it is not bad as expected, it should be that the number of circuits in the body is too large and the magic power has burst out.

Although Wang Heng has handed over the method of improving physical fitness to Youzhu, after all, the time is still short, and it is impossible to have an immediate effect.

So until adulthood – before the body is sufficiently accustomed to the sheer amount of magic – it is inevitable that Youzhu will face this problem.

Fortunately, it doesn't seem serious, at least it's stopped now, and I can still rely on books to distract myself.

But it may also be tired.

As for why in the foyer, just look at the light from the patio overhead.

There are few places in the Kuenji temple that can directly receive irradiation.

The icy environment can also be more reassuring, especially for a solitary person like a magician.

After confirming that Youzhu was indeed asleep and not unconscious, Wang Heng did not wake her up.

Although the weather is still a little cold, it is clear that this place makes Youzhu feel more at ease.

With her constitution, there is no need to worry about catching a cold.

Looking at the large pile of things that were still piled up at the door, Wang Heng finally chose to cook first.

Medicinal food was deliberately chosen for dinner.

In fact, Wang Heng basically didn't know much about medical skills, so it was not so much a medicinal diet as a blend of alchemy techniques into dinner.

The effect is smooth magic.

Of course, it is actually a combination of inhibition and combing.

The bias is too serious, and Wang Heng naturally can't eat together.

……

"Wake up." Gently shake up with beads.

Youzhu opened his eyes a little dazedly, looking at Wang Heng in front of him, there was no focus in his eyes.

It seems to be asleep.

"Dinner is ready." Wang Heng pulled Youzhu up from the floor with some helplessness.

Youzhu regained her consciousness at this time, nodded her head calmly and thanked her, and then walked upstairs.

The corners of Wang Heng's eyes twitched, and he took Youzhu's hand and looked at the living room: "This way." ”

It seems to just look sober.

Bring the beads to the sofa, and dinner will naturally be set up.

Then Wang Heng walked towards the door.

Youzhu looked at the steaming dinner on the table, which was only one on the table, and turned her head and asked, "Don't you need dinner?" ”

Wang Heng didn't look back, and waved his hand: "Wait a while." ”

To be honest, I'm not in the mood to cook two separate dinners, just fill my stomach with snacks.

Youzhu didn't speak again, silently picked up the spoon and tasted it.

Originally, I didn't have much appetite, but now that it's done, Youzhu doesn't plan to waste it.

The taste is light, but with a faint aftertaste, and the appetite is opened in an instant.

But more importantly, there had been a rampage in the body before, and now there is still some disordered magic flow that has slowed down.

There are beads that are stagnant.

It does not have a too obvious suppressive effect, but it is more convenient to adjust, and it is obviously impossible to use it to harm people.

There was a soft "bang" and the door opened.

Wang Heng walked in with a large cardboard box.

Youzhu calmly sent a spoonful into his mouth again.

Before dinner was finished, Wang Heng had already moved all the things piled up at the door.

While adjusting her magic, Youzhu watched as several objects appeared in the room that didn't seem to match the style.

It seems that he is still a little unhappy, but now it is much better than when Wang Heng did it for the first time, at least he did not deny its existence at the first time.

The role of the refrigerator that Wang Heng brought in first was basically accepted by Youzhu, but the TV was really not used too much.

I occasionally look at it, and it can be counted as a prop to understand the outside world, so I didn't throw it out because of the beads.

So today's stuff is also going to be left for a period of inspection.

It's just that Wang Heng's aesthetics can't be seen in the eyes of pearls, or it is far from the overall atmosphere of the Jiuyuan Temple.

……

After moving things, Wang Heng went into the kitchen.

The things I bought back this time are actually not necessities, but Wang Heng is a little interested, so he plans to try it.

The most important thing is the oven in front of you.

A lot of Western dim sum has to use an oven - at least that's what he knows, and he doesn't really have much interest in using an oven because it feels like it's going to be a hassle.

In fact, Wang Heng didn't have much contact with dim sum making before, at most he could hold dumplings and buns.

But Youzhu seems to have a special penchant for dim sum desserts, and he also tasted a lot of them, and bought them on a whim when he saw them in the mall.

I also bought materials and related books by the way.

I tried it with the attitude of giving it a try.

Then it wasn't until midnight that the first finished product was served.

Although it took a lot of time to wait for fermentation, the main reason was that it was roasted twice.

Youzhu had already come in during the first trial production, and was originally going to clean up the kitchen, but it was a little narrower for two people to go in, so I gave up after putting the dinner plate, and just sat down in the living room to read a book to adjust the magic, and occasionally looked at the kitchen.

Once, there was a smell of burnt paste, but when Youzhu went to look at it, he only saw Wang Heng expressionlessly pouring a mass of charred unknown substances into the trash.

Wang Heng's mentality was a little broken, and he almost planned to smash the oven.

But in the end, I calmed down.

I didn't plan to try to try to deceive things like magic cooking, but I did it through the flow of magic to sense the degree of fermentation.

At the end, a large plate of small biscuits was served.

Youzhu hadn't slept yet, sitting on the sofa and reading a book.

Or rather, watching a play.

Something that violates common sense like frying the kitchen didn't happen, but looking at Wang Heng, who had always been calm and calm, his face was getting darker and darker, and he didn't know why it made Youzhu want to laugh a little.

Of course, her management of facial expressions didn't seem to be enough to laugh, but the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked, and her eyes looked shining.

At least Wang Heng felt that it was really a little scorching.

With the idea that at least there is no shame, I finally insisted on finishing the exam.

But interest in ovens has gone for the most part.

The two sat opposite each other on the couch with baked cookies in the middle.

Because Youzhu looked really happy, Wang Heng stared at her for a long time, until Youzhu's eyes began to drift before he withdrew his gaze.

Then look at the cookies.

Because it's an upside-down shape, it looks pretty neat.

To be honest, Wang Heng hasn't tasted it yet, but it seems to be almost served out after looking at the appearance, so he is actually a little weak-hearted.

However, it was useless to have a weak heart, so I quickly suppressed my mind and twisted it up and tasted it.

There was a crisp sound, and Wang Heng's expression froze.

Anyone with a little common sense knows that it is impossible for an ordinary biscuit to make such a crunchy sound.

Wang Heng was obviously roasted.

I don't know if it's because the fermentation is wrong or because the roasting is too long, but the hardness is a little higher.

Expressionlessly chewing on the biscuits.

To be honest, the seasoning is not bad, but the taste is really not flattering.

Youzhu took a book to cover the lower half of her face, and only showed her eyes to look at Wang Heng.

Finally swallowing the biscuits, Wang Heng got up and went to the kitchen, intending to make a new pot of tea and see if he could finally save his work that had taken so long by matching it.

After Wang Heng got up, Youzhu moved his gaze down to the biscuits.

Stared for a few seconds, then glanced in the direction of the kitchen.

No matter how fast a pot of black tea is, it shouldn't be enough to serve it in two minutes.

After a moment's hesitation, he stretched out his hand to the biscuits, which looked normal except for some of them.

"Quack"

The crisp voice sounded again.

Youzhu stopped chewing and silently looked at the large plate of small biscuits in front of him.

He picked up the cold black tea in front of him and took a sip.

"Quack"

Sometimes, something just doesn't stay true to its original intention.

It's not so hard that you can't bite it, but as far as cookies go, Yuju really hasn't tried anything harder.

There was the sound of footsteps behind him, and Youzhu picked up the book and covered her cheeks again.

Wang Heng came back with a teapot, and then tasted a biscuit again with tea.

"Quack"

Unmoved.

But as expected, Wang Heng did not stop moving, but sped up chewing.

Youzhu suddenly wanted to laugh.

After thinking about it for a while, Wang Heng still gave up the plan to pour it out directly.

Wasting is not his habit, let alone just a little harder.

I did it for so long and didn't eat dinner, so I was hungry too.

With the mentality of coping with it, in the crisp sound of "quack, rattle", Wang Heng began to frantically sweep the plate of small biscuits.

There is no problem, but I feel some pain in both temples after chewing too much.

There is also a bead in his eyes that is not quite right, and his cheeks move slightly from time to time.

It's like...... What are you chewing?

Wang Heng looked at Youzhu thoughtfully.

Youzhu moved the book upward, cutting off Wang Heng's gaze.

Wang Heng hooked the corners of his mouth, and even the biscuits in his mouth didn't seem to be so hard.

I made a bit too much, but Wang Heng didn't finish it in the end, so he packed two servings.

I thought about whether to keep a copy for Qingzi, but the failed product was really embarrassed to take it to the person who helped him.

At lunch, I gave Mu Nomi and Iris-maru.,And watched the whole process of their expressions from surprise to happiness.,The whole process of finally solidifying.。

In Mu Nomi's shout of "Is this a stone?", the bento boxes are a lot more delicious.

……

After class in the afternoon, today was also the day I didn't go home with Mu Nomi.

I took the application for admission in advance, and thought about how to fill in the reason.

"I'm going to join because the work is very loose" I don't seem to be able to do anything.,So in the end, I took into account the advice provided by Munomi.,Write the standard format of "I love literature.,I want to communicate with more friends.。

That's right, what Wang Heng plans to join is the Ministry of Literature.

It stands to reason that even if the Faculty of Literature is not popular, it should not be particularly unpopular.

But I don't know for what reason.,Separate the reading department、Manga clubs and other clubs that subtly overlap with the literature department.,Plus it's a club that was applied for later.,So the number of people is in a dangerous situation.。

Of course, there is another reason why several elders of the third national school are going to quit the ministry to concentrate on studying.

So when Qingzi took Wang Heng to visit, he looked at him with unusually hot eyes, and promised many preferential conditions.

Wang Heng, who was really not interested in sports clubs, finally decided to join under the premise of a high degree of freedom.