In the morning, Song Sixuan woke up and found herself lying on an unfamiliar bed, which should be the guest room.

She lifted the quilt and found her coat hanging on a hanger, and her shoes leaning against the edge of the bed, neatly arranged. She cleaned herself up, heard the sound of ping-pong outside, and looked for a sound.

Gou Haodong was cooking, and two plates on the stove were filled with burnt fried eggs.

"You're awake." Gou Haodong saw Song Sixuan and squeezed out a big smile. The stove was too hot, and he didn't pay attention to fry the eggs in the pan again.

"I'll do it." If there is a mine at home, it will not be tossed like this, Song Sixuan turned off the fire and let Gou Haodong flash aside.

Gou's father and mother are both more than one meter and seven, so the height of the stove design is just right for Song Sixuan. She looked at the ingredients that Gou Haodong took out, probably because he wanted to fry eggs and ham to make white rice porridge, and the mobile phone page next to him was still "How to fry a beautiful poached egg". She smiled lightly, picked up her chopsticks and took out the light fried egg from the corner of the plate, and cut off the bad ones on the cutting board to leave the good shreds.

"You washed the cucumber." Song Sixuan commanded Gou Haodong. Pick up the water and wash the rice by yourself, and the action is quick and easy in one go. After turning on the switch of the rice cooker, I found that Gou Haodong was rubbing the cucumber little by little like embroidery. Song Sixuan couldn't stand it, so she received three times and five divided by two in her hand.

"Titicaca-" The kitchen knife shredded the cucumber and ham, and Song Sixuan put these and eggs into a small basin, poured in the seasonings, mixed and poured them into the plate. Pick up the rag hanging on the wall and clean up the water stains and residue left behind.

"That's how eggs should be fried." Song Sixuan demonstrated it again, planning to let Gou Haodong try it himself.

Gou Haodong hurriedly waved his hand: "Don't don't, I knew that it would be such a shame and went out to buy it, I would rather the two of us eat fried dough sticks with alum than this stall of eggs." ”

"Cooking is a skill, you have to learn it slowly, but you really don't have a good understanding. The beauty of life lies in these details, so I don't want to do it with magic. Song Sixuan smiled and put the pot away.

Gou Haodong scratched his head and said: "I don't follow my mother, she can break the kitchen knife when she cooks, but she still cultivates physical skills." ”

As soon as he mentioned cultivation, Gou Haodong remembered: "I can't practice my Xia Eating Qi Trick here, and I will be poisoned by haze as soon as I practice, what should I do." ”

Song Sixuan thought for a while: "I have been cultivating in the Inheritance Secret Realm, relying on resources to improve to the current realm, if you really want to cultivate outside, I haven't tried it yet, and I won't try it when I look like you." Why don't you install an air purifier at home, I guess you can improve your cultivation realm, and you should be fine with self-healing ability. ”

"It's only like this, at school, it's really head-catching." It's different if you have a plug-in, you're still struggling, and the other party is already at the forefront of the cultivation world.

When the two of them arrived at the table, Song Sixuan turned against the guests, served the porridge well, and put the cold dishes on the table.

"You're out all night, aren't your parents worried?" Gou Haodong asked Song Sixuan.

"They're abroad."

"Leaving you alone?"

"Yes."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"It's fine." Song Sixuan smiled and said, "If they stay with me all the time, how can I cultivate." They're not monks like your parents. ”

"I'm afraid I'll have to go to class later, and it'll be eight o'clock soon." Gou Haodong forcibly changed the topic. Although I don't study well and don't want to study, I still have good rules. After all, the student's task is to learn, and no matter what, you have to talk about the past.

"Let's go together, it just so happens that I won't have a headache in the next two or three days."

"You have such a bad headache, I fainted directly last night, so I carried you back." Gou Haodong remembered that he carried the fragrant and soft girl home last night, and kept shouting the core values of socialism in his heart to improve his integrity. When he cleaned up for Song Sixuan, he admired the figure and discipline of Liu Xiahui's predecessors.

Birds and beasts will naturally take the opportunity to do something, but our good young people have been influenced by traditional culture since childhood and have grown into a Gou Haodong who is not as good as animals.

"That's why I don't go to school most of the time." Song Sixuan lowered her head, and the falling hair blocked her slightly red face, probably thinking of last night's embarrassment.

Song Sixuan's cooking skills are very good, the rice porridge is just right, and the cold dishes are also refreshing. Gou Hao finished eating all the dishes, collapsed on the chair, and began to digest.

Song Sixuan got up and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks and went to the kitchen to clean.

"Oops! You put it down, this is in my house, you make the rice, you also wash the dishes, and my master looks good. Gou Haodong also followed.

"You, obediently prepare to bring something back to school, here I am." Song Sixuan pushed him out of the kitchen.

Gou Haodong changed into a torn school uniform, began to pack his schoolbag, thought about it and put the copper bell in, and turned his head to find that the homework spread out on the table was clean and spotless. "Hehehe......" he let out an embarrassed laugh.

Get back...... Give away heads?

Song Sixuan brushed the dishes and chopsticks and walked over, and found Gou Haodong looking at the schoolbag in a daze.

"I didn't write my homework this week." Gou Haodong raised his head stiffly.

"What then?" Song Sixuan smiled bitterly.

Gou Haodong put his schoolbag on his back: "The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will not return once he is gone!" ”

"Hurry up, baba, children's words, good luck." Song Sixuan patted Gou Haodong, "You are a monk now, even if it is a joke, you have to pay attention." ”

"Okay, let's go to school." Gou Haodong turned around, and his open-mouthed school uniform was exposed in front of Song Sixuan.

"Poof." Song Sixuan laughed directly.

Gou Haodong pulled his clothes and said to Song Sixuan: "Your Xiaoming did a good thing, you compensate me!" ”

Listen to this is human words?

"Hahahaha, you boy, with such a resentful expression, I laughed to death, I should really change your women's clothes!" Song Sixuan smiled even happier.

Gou Haodong shrugged his shoulders and smiled too.

Song Sixuan's hand was wiped on the school uniform, and the school uniform was restored as new.

"Let's go, it's too late to go."

The two left Gou Haodong's house and went to school.

"Wang Zhe is a monk, do you know? Oh, come to think of it, Xiao Ming should have told you. ”

"Yes, Wang Hao is an alien, and Zhao Dazhui is also a monk."

"Wang Hao? Am I in the same position? Why didn't I know? And how could Brother Hammer? Gou Haodong was shocked.

Zhao Da Hammer and Brother Hammer are both nicknames of Zhao Fei, because he raised his casserole-sized fist and joked with others without saying a word: "Look at my hammer!" "Is such a comedic star also a monk? The style of painting around me is not quite right!

"Wang Hao, he is a cultivator of special abilities, and he inherited his father's special abilities, and their family is quite famous."

"What, is it another big guy?"

"No, it's bad luck, his talent is better than his father's, and now he can transfer bad luck."

"I see, I was called up in class to answer questions, that's what this kid did!" Gou Haodong smiled and snapped his fingers. Go back and ask him if his father knows the master, maybe he is the legendary unlucky guy.

The two walked into the school chatting.

"Oh, look! He's back in school! ”

"It's good so soon!"

"God-man, take my knees!"

Gou Haodong heard someone whispering, as if pointing at him.

"What's wrong?" Gou Haodong asked Song Sixuan.

Song Sixuan shook her head: "I don't know either." ”

"Take one step at a time, and you'll know sooner or later."