A bowl of stomach-warming porridge for breakfast is very beneficial to Ling'er's body, and after not ingesting food for a long time, Ling'er's biggest problem now is that the stomach has lost most of its digestive ability.

Now, every day, Ling'er needs Bailuo's internal force to help digestion.

If you want to regulate Ling'er's body, you must not only take into account Ling'er's taste, but also maintain your health.

Rice, corn kernels, carrots, shredded greens, ham......

The snow-white grains are plump and sticky, with hints of green, yellow and a hint of pink, giving it a more vibrant look.

The mellow aroma is mixed with the freshness of green vegetables and the sweetness of corn, which makes people appetize.

It is not greasy or greasy, and the meat and vegetarian are suitable.

Bai Luo had just put out a bowl, always eating osmanthus cake on the side, and the little pigeon with big eyes couldn't wait to rush up, and a pair of meaty little hands grabbed the snow-white porcelain bowl.

Bai Luo was startled, and hurriedly raised the porcelain bowl high, avoiding the little pigeon, "The porridge is still too hot now, be careful......"

The faint aroma slowly overflowed from the kitchen and wafted to the living room, Chris sniffed, with a look of enjoyment on his face, he likes cooking, but because he is a British aristocrat, he has always made Western food.

Although Western food can also be delicious, I have to admit that eating Chinese food is a pleasure in comparison.

Aroma, taste, color matching, nutrition harmony......

The most important thing is that there are many kinds of Chinese food, and different foods can be paired with different foods at different times and different situations.

If it is in the early morning of winter, a bowl of steaming rice porridge like this is a pleasure to think about.

Even now, it's attractive enough.

Wait until tomorrow to try the legendary soy milk with fritters, is it as delicious as the legend......

No, if the little pigeon still wants to come here in Bailuo tomorrow, does he want to come with him to eat......

It's so tangled!

When Chris was full of thoughts, Bai Luo had already walked out with two bowls of porridge, put them on the dining table, took out a porcelain spoon for the little girl, and Bai Luo turned around and walked into the bedroom.

If no one disturbs her, Ling'er's awake time is very fixed, and in the morning, Bai Luo also calculated the time to wake up, and after making breakfast, Ling'er is almost awake.

Bai Luo picked up Ling'er and walked into the bathroom, closed the door, and washed Ling'er.

Ling'er has seen and touched every part of her body, but recently, Ling'er has become more and more shy, and she asked Bai Luo to turn her back when she went to the toilet......

Ten minutes later, Bai Luo came to the living room with Ling'er in his arms and found that the little pigeon was glaring at Chris angrily, full of grievances.

"What's going on?"

Bai Luo couldn't help but ask, and Chris immediately seemed to grasp a life-saving straw, "Yifeng, you said, did one of the two bowls of rice porridge you brought just now be for me?" ”

Hearing this, Bai Luo also understood in his heart.

Xiao Ge wanted to occupy two bowls of porridge alone, but one of the bowls was eaten by Chris.

Bai Luo glanced at the little pigeon and said softly, "You know, breakfast is good, but you can't eat too much, and ...... Aren't you afraid of gaining weight? ”

Gain weight......

Fat......

Like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, the little pigeon subconsciously touched his little belly and found that it was a little bulging, but fortunately there was no small meat.

With a sigh of relief in his heart, the little pigeon glared at Bai Luo, "Joke, Miss Ben will get fat?" ”

But as he spoke, the little pigeon put down the porcelain spoon in his hand, left the table, and sat on the sofa.

She did eat enough, but because the rice porridge was so delicious, she wanted to eat more, but she didn't dare now......

Bai Luo took out the rice porridge from the pot and fed it to Ling'er.

Now, Ling'er's complexion has improved a lot, her withered yellow hair, the roots of her hair are already a little black, and her thin and pitiful little delicate body is also a little more plump.

Ling'er was originally as beautiful as a fairy who unfortunately fell from the sky, and now, it is even more unforgettable at a glance.

And this beautiful girl who is not like all the girls in the world, from the beginning, was destined to belong to him......

In my heart, I am extremely happy.

After breakfast, Chris took his leave, he naturally had his own things to do, but the pigeon stayed.

Bai Luo didn't say much, although the little pigeon seems to be arrogant, but he knows the importance of everything and will not cause trouble.

Putting Ling'er in a wheelchair, Bai Luo pushed the wheelchair and walked out of the house.

The morning air is exceptionally fresh, the sun is not very hot, there are some ladies walking their dogs in the park, and many people are exercising.

On the path, a man pushes a wheelchair, and a girl in a white dress sits in the wheelchair, and next to the man, a little girl of seven or eight years old is following.

This scene seems to be strangely harmonious.

Bai Luo came to the turkey's stall, the turkey is still in South Korea, and he has not returned, and Stephen Zhou is in the Shaolin Temple, so naturally it is impossible to be there.

In front of the stall, only a few of Turkey's subordinates were selling Lai Urine Cow Balls.

"Young man, I see that your Yintang is black, I'm afraid that there will be a fire disaster recently, why don't you count a hexagram?"

"It's a neurosis, it's also a fire, and it's not even serious about deceiving people."

“……”

A conversation came into Bai Luo's ears, and Bai Luo turned his head to see that a short-haired woman who looked about forty years old was pulling people around at the moment, wanting to tell fortunes.

Behind the woman, there is a simple hexagram stall.

Bai Luo stared at the woman for a long time, until the little pigeon snorted softly, and then came back to his senses.

"Big bad guy, is it possible that you still believe in fortune telling?"

Bai Luo chuckled, he knew Taoism himself, but he didn't learn Zhou Yi's technique, but he still believed in fortune telling.

The reason why he didn't learn Zhou Yi's technique, on the one hand, was because he had a hand to cover the sky, and on the other hand, he didn't want to suffer from the backlash from the heavens.

Zhou Yi's technique, stealing the heavenly machine, in his life, will definitely suffer one of the five disadvantages and three shortcomings.

Five drawbacks: widowhood, widowhood, loneliness, loneliness, and disability;

Three deficiencies: money, life, power.

Moreover, Bai Luo always felt that the woman not far away was unusual.

Bai Luo walked to the turkey's stall and asked the turkey's men, "Who is the fortune teller over there?" ”

Turkey's subordinate still remembered Bai Luo, glanced in the direction of the woman, and said indifferently: "She, she has no name, everyone calls her a fortune teller, no one knows where she came from, she suddenly appeared here one day." ”

"But she said that she knows how to tell fortunes is fake, just a charlatan, she also said that the eldest sister and the eldest man will become the god of food, the real god of food, the god of the sky, not the title given by everyone, you say it's ridiculous."

"How can there be a god in this world......"

The eldest sister is naturally Stephen Zhou.

Bai Luo suddenly remembered the stinging scene in his mind in the Shaolin Temple, as well as the ethereal sense of immortality on Stephen Zhou's body at that time, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Could it be that there are really immortals in this world?

Thinking of this, Bai Luo walked towards the fortune teller......

(End of chapter)