At the end of the day, the rooster crows three times, and the day and night change.

White bottles are boiling sweet soup in the kitchen.

These days, Bai Bottler has a very leisurely life. She no longer helps with the chores in the Gongfu, and she doesn't even need to take care of Xiao Wei's food, shelter and washing. All day long, just sit in the courtyard, and the only thing you have to do when you wake up is to wait for the next time you fall asleep. The white bottle couldn't stand it, so she planned to make some painstaking snacks to pass the time.

The silver cinnamon in the courtyard bloomed, and it happened to be possible to make some osmanthus cakes, so she begged the servants guarding the courtyard gate to buy some wolfberry longan. Now it was different from the past, and the servants did not dare to slack off the white bottle when they heard this, so they went to the house and paid the money to buy the best back. Xiao Wei's favorite snack is osmanthus cake, and when she heard that her mother was going to do it, she shouted for help. Bai Bei'er didn't dare to trouble the servants too much, so he allowed him to pick the osmanthus flowers in the yard.

Yesterday, Xiao Wei left Li Wuxiong, and he always felt that the matter of physiognomy was unresolved, so he wanted to find Bai Yougui to ask what was going on. He went to Mr.'s cottage and waited for two hours, when Bai Fugui went to the banquet and did not return all night. Xiao Wei waited for the annoyance and came back alone, and when he passed by Yingui, he remembered about picking osmanthus flowers.

He practiced the art of Wangqi, and although he had not entered the realm, his physique was much stronger than that of ordinary people. I easily went up the tree, rolled up the hem of my clothes, and carried a large bag of fresh osmanthus flowers. When they landed, it coincided with Li Songqing and Li Wuxiong walking to the courtyard. The conversation between the two of them entered Xiao Wei's ears one by one.

Li Wei was unexpectedly calm, not feeling sad or annoyed. If before, he had a hatred for the house, but now that he is actually not related to the Li family, he even let go of the last bit of hatred, and he is completely strange. He looked down at the white osmanthus that was still conspicuous in the night, and was stunned for a long time, until the east broke white.

He slapped a large bag of osmanthus flowers and strode back to the side courtyard.

The white bottle is still the same as before, got up early in the morning, got up on a fine fire to boil the longan wolfberry bought yesterday.

Recently, she has become more and more accustomed to Xiao Yui's staying up all night. She had never raised a child and had no one to ask for advice, but she understood that a boy's growth must begin when he left his mother.

She tried not to think about this, and just cared about making the osmanthus cake. At this time, Xiao Wei went back to the yard and put down a handful of osmanthus flowers and called for the white bottle.

Bai Bei'er asked Xiao Wei: Where did you come from, why did you come back at this hour?

Xiao Wei said: Yesterday in the courtyard of Mr., I was afraid that I would delay my mother to make osmanthus cakes, so I came back early in the morning!

Bai Bei'er took the osmanthus and soaked it in well water, patiently boiled the tea over a fine fire, and then filtered the water.

Xiao Wei followed the white bottle, and also knew a lot of cooking methods, and asked: Mother, won't it be more fragrant to dry the osmanthus and then boil the tea?

Bai Bei'er also understands this truth, but her original intention of making pastries is just to pass the time, where is she willing to dry tea with nothing to do.

She casually said nonsense: Just let it be, if everyone makes the same osmanthus cake, no matter how delicious it is, it will not be brilliant.

After saying that, Bai Bei'er blushed slightly, and after telling a little lie, she felt that the whole world was staring at her. She didn't even dare to raise her head, but only cared about mixing the various cooked ingredients well, filling them in a delicate checkered mold, and placing them in a cool place to allow them to solidify. Bai Bei'er didn't talk to him, Xiao Wei didn't sleep all night, his eyelids drooped and he was almost about to fall asleep.

Bai Bei'er persuaded: Get up early, go back to the house and sleep for a while when you are sleepy. But it's too warm today, and it will take a few hours for it to set! If it's cooler, you can save a lot of time.

Xiao Wei said: Cooler can be faster?

Bai Bei'er suddenly remembered something and said, "Oh, I almost forgot that you like sweets, I'll get you some more sugar."

Xiao Wei had a feeling of nothingness in his heart, and he gently tapped his finger on the edge of the wooden mold, thinking to himself: cooler, cooler, cooler

With his mind in mind, he saw the sparse vitality around him converging towards him, and then slowly and meekly running along his Zhou Tian meridians, oozing from his index finger little by little and attaching to the mold. Gradually, a fine mist of water condensed on the mold, and the dark yellow wood turned black due to the water. As the fog slowly thickens, the temperature slowly drops.

Xiao Wei felt a little cold and sniffed hard. The white bottle only turned around, and when he turned around, it was foggy for no reason. She narrowed her eyes and leaned over cautiously, as if she were afraid of disturbing the deer that was grazing with its head down. Bai Bei'er squatted beside Xiao Wei and said, "Xiao Wei, what are you doing, I'm a little scared."

Xiao Wei was also a little at a loss and said: I don't know.

Bai Bei'er said in a tone like a thief: Xiao Wei, do you want me to call someone?

Xiao Wei's voice was lower and more hoarse: Mother, you go to my senior brother, I felt light and fluttering this morning, and I always felt weird. Hey, mother, look at you, the osmanthus cake is condensed.

Sometimes the white bottle is also confused like a child, and he forgets about the fog in an instant, and concentrates on looking at the osmanthus cake. She stretched out her index finger and tentatively touched the osmanthus cake, and sure enough, it had become soft and soft, and she couldn't help but say: Eh, really.

Xiao Wei reached out to get a piece and taste it. The white bottle gently patted the back of his hand, signaling that it would be too late to condense before he could eat it. The two of them squatted side by side under the small kitchen, intently guarding the osmanthus cake, watching it gradually change from liquid to gelatinous and then to solid.

Not long after, the white bottle gently turned the mold upside down and put the cold osmanthus cake on the plate. Suddenly, I remembered that she had misplaced the point, and hurriedly asked: No, no, Xiao Wei, how did you condense the osmanthus cake?

Xiao Wei pouted and said, "I'll go find him......

Bai Bei'er asked: What the hell is wrong with you?

Xiao Wei said: I feel like, probably, maybe I've entered the realm.

The white bottle said: Because of a piece of osmanthus cake?

Xiao Wei nodded helplessly, it seemed that there was no other explanation.

Bai Bei'er's face flushed slightly, and said: Mr. used a spell to roast a rabbit, and Young Master Ma used a spell to sweep the floor and spit out three liters of blood, today you told me that you want to eat a piece of osmanthus cake and realize the realm, right?

Xiao Wei couldn't find the slightest rebuttal, so he nodded even more helplessly.

Bai Bei'er said: Is it because I misunderstood, or is it that cultivation is not a mysterious thing in the first place? I think I should take a break. Xiao Wei, you bring some osmanthus cake to Lord Fengchang, and I'll go back to the house and sleep for a while.

Xiao Wei weakly defended the back of this white bottle: Mother, in fact, the cultivator is still very powerful, really, well