As soon as the morning wind blew, the round dew on the emerald green lotus leaves rolled into the pond.

A few lotus flowers with pink flower bones emerged, swaying in the morning breeze.

"It's open, Xiao Xin, it's almost autumn, and the lotus flowers outside are actually growing faster than leeks. I said early in the morning, you're not making breakfast, what are you doing? ”

Early in the morning, Master Mo woke up and smelled a faint fragrance of flowers.

Looking around, the lotus flowers that were planted two days earlier are blooming.

If he hadn't watched those lotus roots be planted with his own eyes, Mo Shizhen suspected that there were some spirits planted in the pond of the school medical hall.

On the stove, there is a small pot for boiling medicine, but today, it is not used to boil medicine.

Last night, Xin Lin promised the foolish father and the tsundere corpse to make rock sugar gourds for them to eat.

bought it outside, Xin Lin was not at ease.

Xin Lin happened to be thinking about the sour taste of the big red fruit, so he simply came back and made it himself.

When he came back from Taoyao Pavilion, the boss saw that Master Ji's condition was improving, and he was overjoyed, Xin Lin gave him whatever he wanted, and Xin Lin brought back a jar of maltose in the dining room.

The maltose of Taoyao Pavilion is very good, honey-colored, sweet but not greasy.

Xin Lin filtered it slightly, added a small half bottle of Yujing Spring, and after boiling it with fire, he saw that the sugar juice was bubbling, and the air was full of the fragrance of caramel, and the smell was very gluttonous.

When the soup was ready, Xin Lin took a small basket of red and bright wild hawthorns, which she picked on the halfway of the mountainside of Shaoguang Hill.

The aura on the shaking hill is thin, but there are a lot of wild fruits.

These wild hawthorns, even the birds are too lazy to gnaw them, but let Xin Lin pick them.

She cut some bamboo sticks, five or six hawthorn bunches, and then poured the sugar juice with residual warmth, and after a while, after the soup solidified and cooled, the strings of rock sugar gourds were ready, and sprinkled with some fried white sesame seeds.

Chu Beitian, who had been squatting next to him for a long time, grabbed a bunch and ate one.

The fragrance of sesame seeds, the crisp and sweet maltose, and then an appetizing hawthorn sour, sweet for a while, sour for a while, hooked up all the cravings of people.

Xin Lin casually mixed some noodles, made a few cabbage buns, and cooked some rice porridge to use for breakfast.

By the time she came back to her senses, the sugar gourd strings on the stove had been reduced by half.

Looking at the bright sky, Xin Lin didn't need to ask, and he knew who took the sugar gourd strings.

In the first place of the spirit sealing talisman.

The ghost's blue eyes narrowed slightly, and the ghost claws grabbed a few strings of rock sugar gourds.

What the hell is this?

Ghost Hu grabbed a rock sugar gourd and stared at the red one, wrapped in something of unknown nature, and did not move for most of the day.

As the corpse king, he didn't have much interest in eating in the world, and even eating them would make him tainted with some impure energy.

Therefore, he has always only sucked blood or essence, but those things are really unpalatable.

After eating it for thousands of years, he also got tired of it.

But since he first ate what Xin Lin cooked, he realized that the things made by the little hen were very good for his appetite and good for his body.

The specific reason, Ghost Hu still doesn't know, it may be because of the Futian Pill in Xin Lin's body, or because of the Dan wood furnace.

In any case, since there were more delicious things than Jing Yuan and Jing Blood, why didn't he eat them.