When Bai Yiyi said that he wanted to tidy up his luggage, Wen Zhong also left very consciously - although Wen Zhong was actually curious about what was in the extremely heavy box, but respecting the privacy of others is the key to keeping the tenants.

And after returning to the second floor, Wen Zhong also made a lot of money, took out the ingredients that had been treasured for many years from the refrigerator, and decided to say goodbye to a rare meal of instant noodles.

"But why didn't she even make a sound when she packed her bags?"

While stir-frying, Wen Zhong was very curious about what Bai Yiyi was doing - although it was not necessary to make too much noise when packing her luggage, judging from the weight of her suitcase, the current situation was inevitably too quiet...

"Wen Zhong, I'm done."

So fast! It's only been 5 minutes!

"Huh? Host, are you cooking? ”

Bai Yiyi, who came down the stairs, looked at Wen Zhong, who was stir-frying with an apron, and her big eyes seemed a little curious.

"Well, I'll give you a taste of my craft - do you have any taboos?"

The other party had already sorted it out in advance, and Wen Zhong also asked about the other party's taste.

"Well... I don't remember much, I don't think so, right? ”

Bai Yiyi frowned, as if she was trying to reminisce.

No... Is this something to remember? Girl, how long has it been since you eaten?

"If you don't have it, you can go to the living room and sit down and eat for a while."

Wen Zhong is also accustomed to this girl's occasional inexplicable disconnection.

"Okay!"

And the girl also went to the living room obediently.

"Miss Bai, it's time to eat."

So after half a ring, Wen Zhong also walked into the living room with two side dishes, and then he saw Bai Yiyi seemingly chatting with someone QQ.

By the way, the way this charming beauty typed...

It's the legendary 'One Finger Ultimate Typing Method'!

'No wonder the reply speed was so slow before, this girl didn't know how to type?' ’

So Wen Zhong couldn't help but be surprised.

"Oooh! Here it comes! ”

And Bai Yiyi, who was chatting at this time, also responded and got up and came to the dining table, looking at the two dishes on the dining table, her eyes lit up: "What are these two dishes?" ”

“... Sauté shredded potatoes and back to the pan. ”

There are still Chinese people in the world who don't know these two dishes?

But just when Wen Zhong was secretly complaining, Bai Yiyi picked up a chopstick and shredded potatoes and elegantly put them into his small mouth, and then....

"Well~"

She made an extremely misleading voice, and she had a super happy expression on her face!

“...”

So Wen Zhong froze for a while—what's the situation with this girl?

"Very... It's delicious! It's really delicious! ”

What's going on with your sudden mouth fetish?

However, seeing that it seemed that Bai Yiyi liked it very much, although Wen Zhong felt that this girl's reaction was a bit big, he was still a little complacent in his heart.

In all fairness, he thinks he still has a little bit of experience in cooking!

At this time, someone must be asking again, why does a poor ghost who usually eats instant noodles have experience in cooking?

The answer is also very simple - it is precisely because of poverty that we strive to make every rare meal delicious!

"Is the food in the world so delicious now? Although there are fireworks in the world and it is not a spiritual material, it is really delicious! ”

While saying this, Bai Yiyi delivered the food into her mouth in a rather elegant but efficient way.

"Well... If you like it, it's fine. ”

As for Bai Yiyi's way of speaking, Wen Zhong now understands a little bit about it, so he no longer complains about words such as 'fireworks in the world' and 'spiritual materials'.

"Ahem, can I formally introduce myself - my name is Wen Zhong, and I am now a student at Jianghua University."

But after all, it is a Chinese dinner table, and eating at this table is secondary, the key is that as a cohabitant who bows his head and does not look up for a period of time in the future, Wen Zhong feels that it is better to know each other first.

And Bai Yiyi also behaved quite well at this time, and directly explained his identity.

"My name is Bai Yiyi, I used to live in Kunlun Mountain with a friend, and I will rent here for a period of time in the future, please give me more advice in the future!"

“... Are you serious? ”

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At the same time, Kunlun Mountain.

The green smoke flashes with the Beidou, and the clouds are scattered with the breeze.

"Hmm... Why didn't Bai Ze reply to my message? ”

“... So boring. ”

In the Kunlun Palace, surrounded by the majestic and mighty Kunlun Mountain, a petite girl in golden armor was muttering boredly in the middle of the palace!

I saw that she stretched out her little hand and waved at the mountain peak outside the temple that was hidden in the white clouds, and the clouds around the mountain peak changed into various shapes as if receiving a command, and there was a huge spiritual energy floating back and forth in the peak.

But soon she lost interest in this trick that she had been playing for many years, and just turned the bee's waist, and the whole person collapsed on the ground and kept rolling!

"It's so boring!"

The petite body made a huge sound, accompanied by a huge amount of mana, and the sky immediately gathered a burst of dark clouds, in which the thunder continued to rise and fall like a silver snake.

And in the dense dark clouds, the mana of the red gold was faintly visible, and it was like a miracle for a while!

“... Lord Ying Zhao lost his temper again. ”

And in the extreme distance below the Kunlun Palace, several Taoist priests in Taoist robes looked at the huge dark clouds with worried faces.

"Let's inform the world to prepare for the upcoming rainstorm, and I don't know why Lord Yingzhao lost his temper this time... Could it be that Lord Bai Ze stole her spirit fruit again? ”

One of the two old Taoist priests in the lead was wearing a gray Taoist robe, and the Taoist priest guessed so, but the word 'again' in the words seemed to give people a very story.

"Don't talk about the gods!"

Another old Taoist priest in a purple robe interrupted the gray-robed old Taoist with dissatisfaction, and gave him a warning look, and then said to a middle-aged Taoist priest behind him: "Ahem, Qingxu... Tomorrow, someone will pick some more spiritual fruits and send them to the altar of Xuanputai. ”

“... Yes, Master! ”

The middle-aged man was stunned at first when he heard this, and then he hurried to respond, but the looks of his two ancestors were always a little weird.

Because he really wanted to tell the two masters that in fact, maybe directly putting a large sum of money on the altar of Xuanputai would be able to calm the anger of Lord Yingzhao-because the oracle passed down by Lord Bai Ze not long ago asked him to do so.