“……”

Liu Fufeng, who was washing rice on the side, saw Lu Aya in the distance, and his face turned red.

The white silk under Lu Aya's buttocks...... She has one on her now.

Thinking of this, Liu Fufeng took a sip with a red face.

These days are the time when she needs this thing, but she didn't expect to be taken by Lu Aya to pad her buttocks, but fortunately, she took enough at the beginning, and there will not be a situation where it is not enough.

But in this case, Liu Fufeng always felt uncomfortable, and she twisted her thighs unnaturally.

Of course, there is no problem with the usage of Lu Aya sitting on it, in a sense......

Bah.

What were you thinking?

Liu Fufeng shook his head and threw the strange thought out of his mind, then stretched out his hand and stirred it in the barrel.

"...... Uproar"

Draining the dirty water from the rice tube, Liu Fufeng put the rice aside and began to wash the vegetables.

As for why you don't have to eat moonweed anymore...... This is all due to Lingshan's "policy".

The other eight disciple peaks in Lingshan have their own exclusive food halls, and female cultivators who don't have Bigu only need to go to the food hall to eat three meals a day.

Of course, if you don't want to eat, you can also take the token to get the ingredients and come back and make it yourself.

Liu Fufeng is the second type, although they can go to the food halls of other peaks to eat, but Liu Fufeng is unwilling.

One is that it is troublesome to go to other places every day......

Two...... She wanted Lu Aya to eat the food she cooked.

One more thing.

The token that the master gave her seemed to have a lot of authority, and the senior sister in charge of distributing the ingredients told her the remaining amount that she could receive, which really scared her.

That huge amount felt like enough for thousands of people to eat for a month.

However, Liu Fufeng was not greedy, he just took some of the most ordinary vegetables and rice, and the amount was only about three days.

After all, after three days, the vegetables are not fresh.

As for why there is no meat......

In fact, Liu Fufeng is not very good at making meat food...... And she doesn't like to eat either, her taste buds are a little special.

Sensitive to certain tastes, especially the fishy smell of meat.

In severe cases, sometimes she vomits for the whole day just by taking one bite, and she would rather not eat than endure that disgusting smell.

However, in the future, she will inevitably make meat food, after all, when Lu Aya is still growing her body, her body is so weak, but at the beginning, it is better to eat more vegetables and slowly recuperate.

After washing the vegetables, Liu Fufeng walked into the thatched hut, poured rice and stream water into the pot, and then took out a solid piece the size of a stone, broke a small piece and threw it into the firewood.

A moment later, the flames erupted.

Seeing this, Liu Fufeng nodded.

The immortal family's methods are really magical, she can make fire without flint, which saves her a lot of trouble, and if she uses this solid to light firewood, there will be no such choking white smoke.

It's very convenient.

At this time, Lu Aya's small and trivial singing voice came from outside.

It was still a language that Liu Fufeng didn't understand, but she showed a smile and drew sweet dimples.

As long as she thinks it sounds good, it doesn't matter if she understands it or not.

In the distance, Lu Aya was washing her hands by the stream, humming softly in her mouth, shaking her head, very cute.

"I am not happy to be born, and I do not love Fukuda...... Hungry to eat bowls of rice, sleepy to fall asleep, Hengshan often towering Xiangshui long stretches, mountain trails follow me, water washes my face ......"

At this point, Lu Aya stopped singing and began to wash her face.

This song is about a monk called a lazy and crippled monk, who lives freely in the world, vulgar but unworldly.

Liu Fufeng paced over and stopped beside Lu Aya, who continued to sing after washing his face.

"How can the Pearl Palace be wider than here, and the mountains and clouds are hooked at night and the moon.

is lazy to wipe porridge and mucus for the laity, and if you don't look at the son of heaven, you can't envy the princes.

The lock groaned softly towards the golden cage, not as good as the free chirping in the forest.

As I said, sleep enough on the spot, lie down on the vine, and make the moss stone as a pillow......"

Lu Aya didn't sing very seriously, just hummed softly, and even she couldn't remember the lyrics clearly, and the vague place was confused after a few sounds.

However, she remembers the phrase "mossy stones make pillows" very clearly, which is similar to her sleeping on thatch.

Unlike her perfunctory, Liu Fufeng listened very seriously.

She likes this rhythm very much.

When Liu Fufeng was at home, he never went to Lelou every day except for medical Taoism, nor did he see a few musicians, and the only songs he could sing were a few simple nursery rhymes.

That's why she is so obsessed with Lu Aya's singing, Lu Aya's songs are all from the beautiful songs in her memory, and she can easily capture Liu Fufeng's heart.

It's strange that Liu Fufeng can always be on Lu Aya's channel in this matter, and she can hear a lot of things from Lu Aya's voice.

Maybe it's fate.

Listening to Lu Aya's soft humming tune, Liu Fufeng silently wrote it down in his heart.

Not only because of the bright rhythm, but also because of a very important reason.

She heard a taste of being out of the world from Lu Aya's singing now, which was very charming.

Liu Fufeng is very envious of Lu Aya, at least Lu Aya, who can sing this tune, must have a mood that matches it.

Three points of chic, seven points of leisure.

If Lu Aya understood Liu Fufeng's thoughts, she would definitely tell her that this feeling was "Zen".

However, that is a statement to a high-ranking monk, and for Lu Aya, this idea is actually a salted fish.

And what Lu Aya wants is also the life in the lyrics.

Of course, Lu Aya's physical condition does not allow her to be so salty.

The last paragraph is also Lu Aya's favorite paragraph.

Lu Aya thought about the lyrics, revealing a sense of yearning.

[There are thirty-six caves in the sky, why not find a place to stay in the Golden Palace. 】

The monk is not nostalgic for the Golden Palace, and she Lu Aya is not a person who tends to be inflammatory.

[Taste the good flavor of cooked taro, this trip to the world is not in vain. 】

Monks like cooked taro, and she is the same, as long as she can eat delicious food, she has not lived this life in vain.

[As I said, the spring grass is self-thickening, let the tiger go, but it is a crazy ———]

The monk is quiet and inactive, and so is she, but her mentality of taking a step and looking at a step is inferior, but it is not much worse.

As for the madness...... It's different.

The monk is just a crazy old man, but she Lu Aya is not.

She's not crazy, she's not old, she's just a little greedy.

Speaking of gluttony......

Lu Aya touched her stomach and pursed her lips.

She was a little hungry.

So Lu Aya patted Liu Fufeng, who was stunned on the side, and returned to the house with the basin.

At the end of the song, the people are not dispersed.

Liu Fufeng stood in place, and then a glimmer of light flashed in her eyes, she hummed the minor tune that Lu Aya sang before, and followed into the thatched house.

Lu Aya looked at Liu Fufeng, who was obviously in a good mood, a little strange, but she didn't ask much, and this was not the first time this situation had happened.

She just wants to eat now.

Lu Aya still likes Liu Fufeng's craftsmanship very much, of course, it may be that Yueyingcao drank too much, and now she even thinks the gruel is delicious.

Their breakfast is simple, a bowl of white rice porridge and a few slices of vegetables.

Simple, light, yet nutritious.

It is worth mentioning that she and Liu Fufeng finally have their own dishes and chopsticks, and there is no need to "eat with the same utensils".

As for "sleeping in the same bed"......

No way.

For a short time, they still had to huddle into this small thatched bed.