Looking at the three people who were already completely excited and began to drool about what to eat for the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, Yun Mo, Yun Shen and Lingshan, and then looked at Xing'er who looked at them expectantly, Feng Jiao hurriedly said: "Ah Ling, Xing'er, I don't know what you want to eat?" Coming up with the dishes for the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner is the task of all of us. You two can't be lazy, and leave such an important matter to Qianmo and Lingshan to do! ”

Her humorous words instantly mobilized everyone's enthusiasm and made the atmosphere at the dinner table more lively, but it also made Ling Yuan feel the distress of Si Lala.

His little cook is always so gentle and kind, empathetic, and takes care of everyone around her, so that everyone who comes into contact with her feels warm and happy.

As the master of Yun Shen, Qian Mo and Lingshan, he could feel that the three of them had a very good impression of Feng Jiao.

But such a gentle and considerate, well-behaved and lovely little cook rarely thinks about herself.

She was not yet sixteen years old, and she was still a child in the spiritual realm, a land full of monks who were thousands or even tens of thousands of years old.

The child's parents left her early, and she left her hometown to come to Ling'an City, which was originally a distressing lonely and poor child, but she has been trying to warm and care for others.

How could she not make him feel distressed and pitiful like this.

"Little chef, why do you only ask others? Don't you have a dish you want to eat? As you just said, it's everyone's business to consider the dishes for the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner. Naturally, you are the most proficient in the way of food. Ling Yuan looked at Feng Jiao deeply and spoke.

Feng Jiao was stunned for a moment, only to feel a warm feeling slowly rising from the bottom of her heart, and she glanced at Ling Yuan gratefully.

When everyone was thinking about eating something delicious, only her meow Daxian thought of her.

Yun Shen, who was looking forward to his master tying the knot with Miss Feng Jiao as soon as possible, wanted to give his master a hundred thousand likes after hearing Ling Yuan's words.

Especially, when Yun Shen saw Feng Jiao smiling at his master, he felt in his heart that his master's good things were approaching, and maybe he could bring the new lady back to the mansion before the end of the year.

Who knows, at this time, Feng Jiao's face suddenly changed, and she frowned tightly: "It's not good, the effect of this golden carp is too strong, I may have to start advancing!" ”

"What?!"

Everyone immediately put down their chopsticks and stood up and began to get busy.

Qian Mo rushed out first and opened the gate, and found a suitable place in the courtyard for advancement.

Lingshan helped Feng Jiao arrange the formation needed for advancement, and Yun Shen contributed a precious elixir he had refined to help Feng Jiao stabilize her realm after advancement.

Xing'er cleaned up the table and helped the master do what she could.

Looking at everyone who was busy for herself, Feng Jiao's heart felt very moved.

Originally helpless and reborn on this land alone, she has the feeling of having a family again.

Perhaps because she felt extra relieved in the company of everyone, Feng Jiao's process of advancing to the heaven-level immortal cultivation this time was exceptionally smooth, and the time it took was only slightly longer than the last time she advanced to the earth-level.