"What are you laughing at?"

Song Chi buried his head in the pot, and subconsciously trembled when he heard a sudden voice behind him.

Then his shoulders shook wildly.

"Hmmm......"

Xia Yuyou looked at Song Chi, who seemed to be in great pain, suspiciously.

Obviously he was still laughing just now, why did he suddenly look like he was in pain?

Song Chi's hands were clutching the edge of the pot, and his face in the iron pot was already red.

Once you accept the threat of milky voices, it's out of control.

Can't help it......

"Hahaha......"

Unbridled laughter resounded in the kitchen.

"What the hell are you laughing at!"

Xia Yu was anxious.

Although she didn't know what the other party was laughing at, she could feel that the reason why this annoying mortal was like this was definitely related to herself.

"Hahaha......"

The laughter in the kitchen was louder.

Wisps of black qi emerged from Xia Yuyou's body.

The hard iron pan began to twist.

……

……

"Believe me, I really just thought of something funny, and I definitely wasn't laughing at your voice for being too milky."

It was pitch black in front of him, and Song Chi felt like he was about to be suffocated.

He touched the rough iron pot that wrapped around his head and reached out to hold his hand against the wall.

"Hey, are you still there?"

The iron pot almost enclosed his entire head, and the inability to see the outside was secondary, and the most important thing was that every time he opened his mouth, the echo would shake his eardrums and hurt.

Seeing that Xia Yuyou didn't pay attention to him at all, Song Chi was a little anxious.

Do you have to live in an iron pot for the rest of your life?

That's not unavoidable......

It's a little cool, isn't it?

"I apologize to you, Lord River God, I have no ill will towards you."

He decided to relent.

But Xia Yuyou didn't seem to let go of his thoughts.

"The reason why I laughed just now is because when I think of cooking, I laugh from the bottom of my heart, I love cooking so much, that kind of passionate love from the heart, I can't control it, do you know what I mean?"

"The most important thing is that you are the first guest in my life, and the thought of being able to cook for you makes me feel uncontrollable."

"You know, the thought of someone willing to share my food with me makes my heart stir for no reason, I really want to cook for you."

The iron pot was slowly opened, and as his vision gradually widened, Song Chi saw Xia Yuyou, who was floating quietly not far away with a frosty face.

With a flattering smile on his face, he walked back to the stove with the already crooked iron pot.

"This is done, this is done."

Xia Yuyou gently floated to Song Chi's side.

"What are you going to do?"

"There's nothing left at home, cook porridge and drink it, then steam a few steamed buns, and finally I'll show my hand and fry you a nine-star difficulty egg and scrambled apple peel."

"I don't want to eat it."

Song Chi's hand stopped in place.

"Why?"

"I've eaten them all."

"You've ever eaten scrambled apple peel with eggs?"

"Can you eat that kind of thing?"

"Well, it seems that the Sparrow can't."

Song Chi casually threw the iron pot back and walked out of the room.

Although he felt that Xia Yuyou was a little troublesome, it was not that he couldn't understand her feelings.

After being locked up in the river for thousands of years, I finally came out, and naturally I couldn't wait to try something new.

Things like porridge and steamed buns really can't meet Xia Yuyou's needs.

"You're not eating?"

Xia Yuyou followed behind Song Chi lightly, her tone a little guilty.

In her opinion, perhaps it was because of her own pickiness that influenced Song Chi.

"Eat, let's order takeout."

"Takeaway?"

The girl tilted her head, looking a little cute.

"Well," Song Chi nodded, taking out his phone, "It's just to let someone else do it and send it over, so that I can buy something that you shouldn't have eaten." ”

Xia Yuyou's eyes lit up, she stopped talking, and floated quietly behind Song Chi with a look of anticipation.

Song Chi opened the takeaway software and was about to order food, but his fingers froze on the screen.

If memory serves, he should have three dollars left.

What can you eat for three bucks?

I can eat an errand fee once.

It's still the rider's errand fee to the merchant, and if you want to deliver it to your home, I'm afraid you have to add two or three yuan.

Exiting the software and looking at the date, Song Chi breathed a sigh of relief.

Open WeChat, scroll down to the last line, and find the WeChat account of an anime avatar.

Song Chi vaguely remembered that this anime character seemed to come from the male protagonist of an anime in a certain island country, called Takashi Natsume.

Click on the dialog box, and Song Chi's fingers are flying.

"Dad, it's time to pay for living expenses."

After sending the message, he quietly looked at his phone.

Five minutes passed.

"Is the takeout coming?"

Hearing the expectant question of the girl behind him, Song Chi had a hard time explaining that he hadn't even raised the funds yet.

"Uh, it's almost there."

"Uh-huh."

She's kind of cute.

Song Chi shook his head, feeling that he was probably crazy, and he actually thought a female ghost was cute?

Looking at the quiet WeChat, he couldn't help but send a message again.

"Dad, are you there?"

This time he was not disappointed, and finally lit up in the middle of typing.

"You are?"

“……”

He neatly crossed out WeChat, opened the address book and broadcast it.

The phone rang a few times and was quickly connected, and a somewhat lazy woman's voice came.

"Ah, baby son, why did you suddenly think to call your dear mommy?"

That's why he would rather send a message to his father Song Shuqiu, who uses an anime head, than call his mother Ye Xia.

But Song Shuqiu did too much today!

He was about to open his mouth when the phone began to vibrate wildly.

One WeChat after another began to bombard his phone wildly.

"Husband, who are you messaging with in the morning?"

"It's okay, Lao Dong said that he made some new discoveries in the venue on the Lingjiang side."

"What discovery?"

"Uh...... Hehehe, haven't you said that yet? ”

Song Chi sneered when he heard the man's voice.

It's past seven o'clock, and the old couple is still lying on the bed and sleeping lazily, but they don't know that their son has already walked before the ghost door closed last night, and now there is a female ghost at home who cheats on eating and drinking.

"Mom, you turn on the hands-free."

"Okay, what's the matter, son?"

"Mom, I have reasonable grounds to suspect that my dad ......"

"Ah, isn't this our son?"

The man's voice pretended to be surprised and interrupted Song Chi's words.

"Hahaha, the last time I called this kid was last time, you give me the phone and let our father and son talk."

"You two just talk, what are you doing in the toilet?"

"You know what, when children grow up, there are always some secrets between men."

Song Chi held the phone with a black line on his face.

After a while, Song Shuqiu's voice came.

"Okay, you kid, your dad treats you well, you have a mouthful of meat to eat, you have a mouthful of soup to drink, you want to provoke your parents' husband and wife feelings today?"

"Do you think of having a son like me now? The meat and soup in your mouth mean that my mother transfers 5,000 to you every month, and you only transfer me 500? ”

There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment.

"Hey, hey, you know it all?"