Four years passed very quickly, looking at the bamboo-like lengthening of the little glutinous rice dumplings, Gu Nianci believed that the little glutinous rice dumplings were really eight years old at that time.

Now the child is twelve years old, and he is as tall as her.

"Master." The beautiful little face already has edges and corners, and it looks closer and closer to Mo Jin's appearance when she was a teenager, but there are still tears in her beautiful eyes, and she uses these tears to her master: "Is there something wrong with Xiao Yi?" Why is Master disobedient? ”

In the past, the little glutinous rice balls loved to hang on their laps, but the taller teenagers were not good at hanging on her thighs, so they hung on their arms instead!

The girl tilted her head and looked at the beautiful little boy hanging on her arm, holding her horizontally with both hands, and the corners of her mouth twitched.

She opened her beautiful eyes and glared at him angrily: "I only ate one!" ”

"But I also said that it was a medicinal candy for Senior Brother Liu, right?" The little boy still put his arm around her and whispered, "Master wants to eat candy, and the apprentice will make it for you, why do you steal Senior Brother Liu's medicinal candy?" Is your brother not good enough for you and abuses you? ”

“……”

Gu Nianci slumped his little face and looked at the sky.

I think this apprentice is probably crooked.

This is four years, after the original little glutinous rice dumplings ran away from home and was pulled back by her, she didn't relent, and turned her head to the library to find a bunch of cultivation and difficulties that could be difficult for Jindan masters.

What was once a day was a book thicker than a head was replaced by a book that was memorized once a week.

She and the bucket in his room did not allow him to use spells, so he had to fill them up every day.

But Rao is like this, it didn't stump the little glutinous rice ball, and the child completed the tasks she assigned every day, and at the same time, he could also find time to squeeze beside her to read books and practice and eat with her.

The little heel followed her like a bug.

Seeing that the bullying could not be accomplished, the black-hearted master, who was very unwilling, changed to make things difficult from other places, such as letting him cook.

threw the small glutinous rice balls that were not as high as the stove into the kitchen, and planned to wait for a small black ball to come out at the door.

As a result, the little black ball did not come out, and the child with a black face brought a few plates of dishes that didn't look good, but also made do with cooked dishes.

was about to open her mouth to express her dissatisfaction, the child's tears began to roll, she scolded directly, and popped out a sentence with a straight face.

"Well, it's not bad."

"Really?" The little black glutinous rice ball instantly burst into laughter, and said crisply: "From then on, Xiao Yi will make it for Master." ”

“……”

Gu Nianci stared at the eggshell on the head of the chopsticks, seriously thinking about whether to torture him or torture himself?

However, it didn't take long for her little apprentice's cooking skills to improve.

But she was picky, and deliberately bullied him, she loved to eat, but she didn't eat much.

Eat only one of each and throw it down and eat another, saying that this is not good, that is not good.

At this time, the little apprentice was not annoyed, and after saying that he would do better next time, he would eliminate all the hard work and resentment.

With so much food, it was like a bottomless pit in his stomach, which made Gu Nianci wonder if he was really going to grow into a little chubby dun horizontally.

But in the end, he was not fat, and thanks to this, the little man seemed to have finally returned to the normal height of a seven or eight-year-old child, and then he grew up like a rocket.

Thinking of this, Gu Nianci lowered his head, stared at the young man's powerful little arm, and was silent for a few seconds.

Remembering that day—