After returning home, Yan Lingxi released the little ghost.

The little ghost looked a little smaller than the newborn child, and sat obediently on the ground without moving.

"How long have you been dead?"

The imp shook his head and said he didn't know.

He didn't remember anything when he died, but he learned to be a "ghost" over the years.

There is no way to do it, she can't count the origin of the ghost.

This is one reason, and the other reason is that since there is no cause and effect line on him, it is not easy for Yan Lingxi, as an outsider, to investigate him.

It is possible to look at the merit book for public and private purposes, but there is no need for that.

"Okay, then are you going to be reincarnated?" Yan Lingxi asked him as she tore a bag of small biscuits from the table, pinched a slice and fed it to him.

The little ghost was taken aback, his eyes widened, and he asked with an expression "Is it for me?"

Yan Lingxi nodded.

The little imp took it carefully, stared at it for a few seconds, grew his mouth to the extreme, and even his throat and eyes were exposed, and he suddenly stuffed the biscuit into his mouth and chewed it carefully.

"It's delicious!" The imp was elated and pleasantly surprised, "It's the first time I've eaten it!" ”

He used to have something to eat, some things were expired food, and the taste was not good, he thought that the fruit he stole in the Tian family was already the best thing in the world.

But this little imp is also very measured, even if he still wants to eat, he doesn't speak again.

The main thing is that I am still a little afraid of Yan Lingxi and Mo Xuanhuai.

He felt that Yan Lingxi was very powerful, and he couldn't afford to provoke him. And Mo Xuanhuai has a temperament that makes people afraid and dare not approach.

So he didn't dare to make a mistake at all.

Yan Lingxi glanced at him, thought about it, took out the spiritual incense that had been burned and extinguished by her in the bag, and re-lit it.

The imp's eyes immediately widened and stared blankly.

He could smell a little bit, but a little too far away, and he could only smell a little bit.

Seeing that Yan Lingxi was eating biscuits and didn't pay attention to him, the little ghost moved his butt and rushed over like a worm.

Moved to the side of Lingxiang and took a deep sip, ah, I feel that the whole ghost is about to become an immortal.

As soon as he raised his head, he met Yan Ling's narrow gaze.

The little ghost reacted quickly, immediately knelt down with his head in his hands, pouted his little buttocks at Yan Lingxi, and said obediently: "You fight." ”

Yan Lingxi couldn't help laughing, the little kid was quite funny.

"I'm too lazy to hit you, hurry up and eat."

Gave him a few more packets of snacks.

It's so blissful.

So much so that when Yan Lingxi mentioned sending him to reincarnate again, the little ghost was reluctant and quite unwilling.

If you don't want to, you can't.

Before the little ghost left, he mustered up the courage to hug Yan Lingxi's calf and said, "You are so good." I will always remember you. ”

"Never, when you get to the underworld, you have to drink Meng Po soup." Yan Lingxi shattered his beautiful illusions.

"What is Meng Po Soup?"

"It's something that makes you forget everything and start over."

Imp: "Ah, but I don't want to forget you. ”

Although Yan Lingxi is so powerful that he is a little scared, Yan Lingxi is really good.

"I know you'll remember me." Yan Lingxi patted his head as he spoke, "When you are reincarnated, maybe we can meet again, and we will meet as people." ”

The little ghost has limited intelligence and experience, he doesn't know what to say, and he responds in a daze.

Mo Xuanhuai held her hand and said, "You are very popular with the little ghost." ”

This is true.

They have met the imps many times, and basically those imps will be reluctant to give her up in the end, and they don't know what magic it is.

"Personality shines brightly." Yan Lingxi raised her eyebrows proudly.

Mo Xuanhuai was amused by her.

In the afternoon, I went to pick up and leave school.

Then he asked who was cooking tonight.

Mo Xuanhuai asked lightly: "What, don't you like what I cook?" ”

Ran Ran hurriedly shook his head, for fear of hurting his father's heart: "No, Dad's cooking is delicious!" But it's rare for my mother to do it once, so I want to taste more. ”

Yan Lingxi said: "Didn't I say it, limited." ”

Ran Ran threw herself into Yan Lingxi's arms, blinked her big eyes and said, "Don't limit it, my mother is the best, and I still want to eat it." ”

Yan Lingxi thought for a while and said, "In a few days, your kindergarten will be out of school, and it will be the New Year, so I will make dumplings for you to eat at that time." ”

Ran Ran raised his hand and cheered: "Okay! ”

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of the year.

Yan Lingxi is about to fulfill his promise.

The family likes to eat dumplings very much, so they just wrap a little more, anyway, they have to eat it for a few days.

Yan Lingxi made a leek egg, pork mushrooms, and a beef filling.

However, she didn't like to eat ground beef, so she didn't make that much, just enough for the father and son to eat.

When she was making stuffing, Mo Xuanhuai and Ran Ran were all around her and refused to leave, Mo Xuanhuai was okay, and he didn't stand in the way when he went to that station.

But Ran Ran was small, so he kept spinning at her feet, Yan Lingxi was almost mixed up, and said: "Let it be, don't force me to beat you on this good day." ”

Mo Xuanhuai lightly arched the fire: "If you don't fight for three days, you will go to the house to uncover the tiles." ”

Ran puffed out his cheeks, dad is so bad!

The child has been taught a lesson, and he does not dare to run around.

Yan Lingxi adjusted the filling under the guidance of Mo Xuanhuai, the noodles have been reconciled, Mo Xuanhuai rolled the cakes, and Yan Lingxi made dumplings.

Ran Ran also wanted to join in the fun, Yan Lingxi let him try, at first a little handy, after doing a few quite a few things like that.

"It seems that you have inherited the talent of me and my father."

Mo Xuanhuai glanced at Yan Lingxi.

"Look, I don't have talent?"

Mo Xuanhuai said solemnly: "Yes." It's so much. ”

Yan Lingxi gave him a blank look.

With dumplings, the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner must also be prepared.

Although there are only three people in their family, the sense of ritual is indispensable.

It doesn't matter if Valentine's Day is over, but the Spring Festival must be good, which is the basic requirement from a mysticist.

I made more than a dozen dishes, and I was able to eat them for several days.

Sweet and sour pork ribs, braised fish, back to the pot meat, stewed chicken with tea tree mushrooms, tofu skin meat rolls, prawn vermicelli pot, pepper abalone, spicy fried duck intestines, Sixi meatballs, cold bitter chrysanthemum, cold cauliflower, hot and sour soup.

"Let's live!"

Yan Lingxi has a sense of accomplishment: "This is the country I have laid for you." ”

Mo Xuanhuai was noncommittal, well, a plate of rivers and mountains called "cold salad bitter chrysanthemum" and a plate of "cold cauliflower".

"Wow, it's so fragrant, Mom and Dad are so good, Mom and Dad have worked hard." However, people are small and big, and if they are good, they are sentence after sentence.

Before eating, I gave out the New Year's money.

Two thin red envelopes were given to Ran Ran, looking thin, in fact, they were all cards, and there were at least tens of thousands of yuan in them, because the same was true in the first two years.

But this does not mean that Ranran spends lavishly and has no concept of money.

Because my mother bought baked cold noodles the day before yesterday, and when she heard that one part cost eight yuan, she still muttered, "Things are so expensive, and if the price goes up, you can't afford to eat them."

Mo Xuanhuai sometimes tells him some knowledge, and since he was a child, he will not feel as obscure as a book from heaven when he grows up.

The family ate happily, not much, and there was still a lot left.

The clock struck twelve o'clock, and another year had passed.

(End of chapter)

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