Qinghuo lived up to his expectations and brought Qixia a stove, paraffin, and a pot, and it was a large and a small pot. One is used to steam rice and the other is used to cook vegetables.

What's more, there's also a piece of fatty pork.

Fatty, with a little lean meat on top.

This guy also brought a piece of bacon, dried bamboo shoots, dried chili peppers, ingredients, green onions and ginger, soy sauce, vinegar is indispensable, the soybean paste, bean paste also has a jar, and the most surprising thing for Qixia is that there is also a bottle of oyster sauce.

It's wonderful.

Qinghuo is like a cornucopia, pulling things out of his body.

These things made the fiancé look dumbfounded.

There are yams, dried beans, dried eggplants, dried bamboo shoots, ••••••, which can be placed.

There are also powdered skin, yuba, fungus, vermicelli, white fungus, and dried shiitake mushrooms, which can also be put for a long time without any problem.

There are also rice, white noodles, red beans, mung beans, red adzuki beans, ••••••. Qing Huo didn't tell them that he was now a bean god, he felt quite ashamed.

After working for 300,000 years, I was put down by a fat black man with no hair, and I was really angry.

He didn't even know what to say to Hu Xi'er.

Say I lost a priesthood for you.

In fact, it doesn't matter if you don't have this great god.

Qinghuo is not an official fan. But it's really a, and besides, he's used to this mess, and he really doesn't feel at ease when it is put in the hands of others.

After all, the common people in the world are referring to growing grain to eat, and there is no dutiful god of abundant grains, which is really a very dangerous thing.

Most of the people dragged their families and mouths, and pointed to the food from the field, and you said that if the harvest is not good, isn't it a dangerous thing?!

To put it more deeply, this has a bearing on the social stability and social safety of the world.

So Qing Huo thought, maybe the Emperor of Heaven let him do this bean god only temporarily, and when he figured it out, he would be reinstated.

"Qinghuo, did you rob the grain store?" Qixia looked at him with a look of surprise.

You must know that the things he brought are enough for them to eat for a year, and she never dreamed of making such a hearty one.

"Okay, I'll make something for you to eat today." She rolled up her sleeves and began to clean up the food.

It was still Qing Huo, who helped her move most of her things outside the stone gate, where he built her a storage room.

Not to mention how satisfying it is.

Qixia happily steamed a pot of rice, she steamed some more, she couldn't eat the rest, and made a mixed fried rice for Ziyi tomorrow morning. There were green beans, ham, and eggs, and they were enough to make a delicious fried rice, and she remembered his favorite.

You have to refine the lard, what are you doing with such a big piece of fat as Qinghuokang?

He asked Qixia to refine oil, and he bought all the crockpots for oil.

This bird god is really not covered, not only chivalrous and righteous, but also has a heart that loves life.

He is not like Ziyi, he has always been a cold and tall immortal, he has suffered everything, he has lived every day, he knows the cold, warm and cold of the world best, so he knows what it takes to live.

He didn't want Qixia to suffer, so he thought of everything for her, he bought what he needed, and bought everything he didn't need. Who knows when you'll use it?

Besides, he has to go back after eating, and it is inconvenient for the two of them to be here.

The smell of refining lard reached Ziyi's nose one after another, and he sniffed as he looked at the jade scroll.

"Here, try this!" Qing Huo brought him a small plate of food to eat.

What is that? He pinched a small piece, which was a little hot and crumpled, with grains of salt on it.

"Eat it hot." Qinghuo pinched a large piece and put it in his mouth, gabba chewed.

Ziyi also put it in his mouth, chewing it crispy and fragrant, with a fat meat smell, and the salt particles melted immediately with the meat residue in his mouth, which was really fragrant.

"Haven't you eaten it?" Qing Huo guessed that he must not have eaten it, this kind of rich and compelling immortal eunuch, who gave him this! "This is the oil scorch, which is the oil residue left over from the refining of fatty meat. Delicious, right? ”

The one nodded.

Both of them are welcome, and a plate will be clean in a while.

"This stuff is also very delicious in dumplings, put cabbage and vermicelli, it is called a fragrant." Qinghuo dipped his fingers in the crumbs under the plate.

Zi Yi smiled, this Qinghuo is really cute.

He's funny, he's a very interesting person.

And useful, he is a person who can be useful at all times.

But Ziyi himself, he felt that he had lived for so many thousands of years in vain, and he couldn't do anything, he couldn't bring joy to people, he couldn't say funny things, and he couldn't live.

In the past, he felt that cooking tea and chanting poetry, fishing and appreciating snow, and playing the piano and painting •••••• were all life. He collected the snow on the plum blossoms in winter and buried it in the ground, and after a futian'er, he took it out to make the best lotus heart tea, which he felt was the ultimate in understanding life.

But what about now?

These things are all very hypocritical.

Do you still need snow on plum blossoms? If there is a bowl of mountain springs, he can drink it without putting anything, it is the mountain spring that has just been hit, and that is the real sweetness.

Before, he lived too pretentiously.

is not only hypocritical, but also •••••• a feeling that everyone is turbid and I am unique.

It seems that the people living in this world are all vulgar people, and there are so many elegant worldly masters in the Three Realms, and I am naturally one of them.

Everyone else is alive! Only my Ziyi's lifestyle can be called understanding life, so Ziyi, who drinks dew tea and tastes plum blossom snow, has always been cold.

It has also impressed countless laymen.

But now Ziyi feels that this oil residue is better than anything else, better than dew tea, better than plum blossom snow, this is fried by Qixia herself, and there is a taste of ———— real, alive, living, and living.

This is something he has never experienced in his life.

In the past, he lived a life that was not called life, it could only be regarded as a •••••• talk about the days of loneliness!