The dark blue lines on the porcelain vase are drawn on the fat "raccoon" cat with a bun hand, seeing this painting Huamian 'poof' laughed, this cat that is a robot but has been gnawed off by a mouse is too familiar to her, she has seen a lot of animation and comic works about it since she was a child, and it is not too much to call it a childhood memory.

Turning the bottle, the complete pattern on the bottle slowly unfolded in front of Hua Mian's eyes, seeing the pattern, Hua Mian rubbed his eyes and pinched his face and twisted it, "Hiss-it hurts"

Prove that the scene in front of you is not a dream, since it is not a dream.........

"How can there be Doraemon in another world!! Isn't this blue robot cat a character from the comics?! ”

Hua Mian was afraid that she would make a mistake or miss something, so she took a closer look at it carefully, yes, it was the blue fat man who was set up in the original book to be from the twenty-second century.

It wouldn't be strange to see this image in the previous world, after all, it's a well-known anime character, but this is a different world, what kind of person would leave such an unreasonable painting in the temple of another world.

Hua Mian turned the bottle around twice and couldn't find any other clues, so he put the bottle back in place and got off the stool, it seems that Lu Yan, the one who came from the previous one, is quite childlike, and he has time to do these things.

Hua Mian suddenly didn't want the rumored story of the destruction of Yang City to be true, but hoped that the final result would be that Lu Yan had successfully found a way to go back to the original world, because only in this way would he have hope of going back.

Cutting vegetables in his hands, he has been thinking that since the other party has seen Doraemon, it proves that he will not be too far from himself from the times.

"The timeline of this world is really chaotic, it's really bald, alas-", Hua Mian couldn't help but sigh as she thought about it.

"What kind of chaos is Chef Xia talking about? But tired? You need me to ask the National Teacher to arrange for Chef Xia to rest earlier today", the voice of the assistant priest came from the door of the store.

"It's not that you're tired, but you just start doing it, where is the reason for being tired?" , Hua Mian's eyes lit up when he saw the bamboo basket in the priest's hand, and he originally wanted to get one or two aloe vera, but he didn't expect the other party to pick up a basket and come back.

"These are for me? Won't there be a problem with so much? The number of aloe vera and sacred tree flowers in the bamboo basket was a little beyond her imagination, but she only saw the aloe vera field in the corner of the courtyard, and there should be a lot of planting in the depths of the temple according to the priest's meaning.

The priest put the bamboo basket in his hand on the ground and said, "No problem, we don't eat the green grass in the courtyard, the national teacher eats every day from the depths of the temple, these grasses are everywhere in the church, but you don't have to worry about the quantity."

"That's a good feeling", Hua Mian said in his heart, "With these aloe vera, not to mention the people in the palace, even the Jinyue Palace can also get some, they are cooking more and more decently today, as long as they teach how to cook aloe vera, it is not a problem at all."

Hua Mian has come to the church for several days to practice, and the dishes made by the practice every day will be helped by the priests to 'solve', and today is no exception, before the pot is out of the door, there are already a few people poking their heads out to sneak onlookers, Hua Mian remembers that there were a few of them a few days ago, and it can be seen from the clothes that it should be the young people who are engaged in the work of attendants in the church.