The fluttering snowflakes on the skin give a cold moist feeling, the leaves of the neon flowers are red and white, and the glass lilies in the form of buds sway in the cold breeze.

The hot tea emitted the same white mist as passers-by, and the kind old man smiled and squinted, pulling up the scarf around his neck.

"It's not as good as you young people, it's freezing this day, you have to keep warm, otherwise the old cold legs will be uncomfortable."

"Such an ordinary snowflake, if it can freeze you out of your old cold legs, Ah Ping, you will be useless."

"Children don't be open-mouthed, do you understand how to treat elders with honorifics?"

"Why were you useless to the emperor before?"

"Why don't you know how to be considerate and considerate of the elderly, in this winter, you have to help make the dust song pot, forget it if you don't respect a cup of tea, talk back here."

Standing on crutches and knocking the floor tiles, Madame Ping stood in the fence of Yujing Terrace, watching the extremely bright blonde hair in the white snow below.

"It's really hard to have to do a commissioned mission in snowy weather."

"Paimon is really hard, in order to prevent Mora from being eaten by her, the traveler drugged her meal last night, and is still running along."

"No wonder it looks like it's powerless to float there...... What medicine is so strong? Paimon's appetite was sealed. ”

Zhishui smiled slightly: "I poured a drop of soup according to the recipe I made, but the rest is not easy to solve, Ah Ping, do you want to try it?" ”

"I'm curious why you were able to reproduce Raiden Shogun's dish according to the recipe."

Grandma Ping looked quite puzzled.

She'd seen the Shadow Warrior cook before, and if the explosion of the overload reaction was removed, the process was largely fine.

But that's it, the finished product is unsatisfactory, as if someone has absorbed her cooking skills.

"There is also a difference between recipes and recipes, and this kind of thing needs to be carefully observed, but it can only be understood."

I can't tell why this is happening, maybe it's because I have studied too much fate, and I accidentally got a little bit of fate that I didn't have anything to do with cooking?

"Forget it, I'll pour that dish into the hilichurl pot when I go back."

"I hope the adventurer doesn't raid that hilichurl camp."

Grandma Ping was silent for a few seconds, and looked at Ying and Paimon who arrived kindly, "Children, I heard that you always sleep in the wild? ”

"That's true, but if you're lucky, you'll find a cave, or a hilichurl camp with one of those buildings."

Ying nodded and sighed, "But if you're unlucky, you'll have to stay on the ground for a night." ”

"Huh...... The Traveler had done Liyue such a great favor before, and I, an old woman with no skills, could only make a pot as a thank you. ”

Hearing Grandma Ping's words, Paimon, who was languishing and floating in the air, suddenly brightened his eyes, and stretched out his two little hands to both sides: "Is that the pot that can stuff a lot of Paimon?" ”

"Of course, but it's not a pot for the old woman's belongings."

Paima crossed his hands on his hips and asked, "Is this a traveler's property?" ”

Ying's eyes were dimmed as well, and she could already imagine what the Dust Song Pot would do to Paimon.

Is this the humiliation of losing control of the economy?

Forget it, you don't have to sleep in the wilderness.

Ying habitually asked, "Grandma Ping, do you need materials to make the dust song pot?" ”

I'm ready to run!

"No, this is not necessary, the water stop is ready, I invite you to come over this time, I want to ask what the shape of the Dust Song Pot wants to be set up into."

Taking out a few scrolls and placing them on the table, Grandma Ping said with a smile.

"Young people will love the island, but the choice is yours."

"Paimon wants a cave where he can farm and raise small animals, and when the time comes, he won't be short of ingredients for whatever he wants!"

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"Try the marksmanship that the master taught me!"

The last hilichurl was turned into ashes and reintegrated into the leylines, and once again, with his skills and Xiangling, who had borrowed kitchen utensils, threw out the pot and lit the bonfire.

I saw her pick up the spoon and stir the soup in the hilichurl pot a little strangely, "It's really strange, isn't the soup that the hilichurls usually cook white?" Why is it purple today, and what special material is added? ”

As a qualified chef, you should taste the dishes you can't understand yourself, Xiangling took out the bowl she carried with her and scooped a spoonful.

"Lululu~"

Just glanced at the purple soup, the pot was covered in hair, and the warning of the soul made him jump up and hug Xiangling's arm.

"Hey, do you want to eat the pot too? Hmm~ Since you are attracted by this taste, then this soup should be good. ”

The kind and gentle little chef finally decided to hand over the first bite to the pot, and she handed the bowl forward with a smile.

"Come on, this is a historic stage in the culinary progress of the hilichurls!"

"Lululu!"

Guoba hurriedly shook his head.

I want you to cherish life and not eat it, not give it to me!

Xiangling tilted her head a little confused, picked up the bowl and sent it to her mouth: "If you don't eat it, I can eat it, how can the chef give up the dishes to his mouth?" ”

"Lululu!"

The joyful fun with the little chef in the past appeared in front of him one by one, and Guoba opened his eyes wide, and the colors contained in it looked like the emperor of the rock at this moment.

Although I have no intention of tasting it, I know what the little chef will suffer next......

This year, this month, today, and today, I will sleep again.

Ah Ling, after leaving me, be happy, be happy, be happy, don't give up the improvement of cooking skills because of this incident, without me, you will live a better life!

Ah Ling, remember!

The little short legs bent their knees, the pot jumped violently, grabbed Xiangling's bowl first, tilted his head back consciously, and sucked away all the soup.

Before he had time to feel the impact of the taste of despair, in order to prevent Xiangling from scooping another bowl, the pot picked up the pot like a bamboo and sent it to his mouth.

"Hey, is it that delicious?"

Xiangling held the empty bowl, looked at the empty pot, and just asked an incomprehensible question, she saw that the small body of the pot suddenly couldn't be controlled, and leaned back.

I don't know why, at this moment, Xiangling felt that his body was extraordinarily great.

"What's wrong with you? Don't scare me! ”

"Lu ......"

Which part of the ministry will make this meal, it is simply the enemy of my stove god's life, so much despair, I am afraid that even sleeping has become a luxury!

Guoba shed sad tears, tremblingly raised the bear's paw to grab Xiangling's hand.

"Lululu ......"

Child, I'm not here in the future, you have to take care of yourself, you can go to stop the water if you encounter anything, he is very powerful......

For example, this time the hilichurl poisoning incident, I went to him to ask for justice for me, and I must bring the culprit to justice!

"I'm not poisoned..."

After checking the body of the pot at a loss, Xiangling suddenly saw the bonfire next to him when she was panicked.

"I remember Senior Brother Zhishui said, you were born from the stove fire, is the stove fire useful to you?"

"Lou?"

Guoba's eyes widened, and he immediately felt that his whole body was thrown up, and looking at the stove that was getting closer and closer, the horror on his face added two points.

The soup was spilled in just now, and the smell of the stove must be terrible!

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"Whew~ I didn't expect to have to chop wood to make a house by myself."

Putting down the training sword, Ying wiped the sweat from her forehead, sat on the ground and rested for a while, and asked, "Zhishui, I seem to have heard the sound of hilichurls screaming just now, won't any adventurers steal the food you put over there?" ”

Zhishui shook his head firmly: "How is it possible?" Ordinary adventurers will only borrow the pot from the hilichurl camp, and will not touch the soup they boil unless they are hungry. ”

"But aren't adventurers curious? Maybe someone sees a soup of a different color for the first time and wants to try it on a whim. ”

"Whoever has the guts to drink hilichurls' soup, who knows what will be put in it......"

The smell of the stove fire rippling with the wind made the words in the mouth of the water stop abruptly stopped, and his expression became a little panicked.

Marcosius is here, which means that Xiangling is here.

That kid definitely has the courage to drink soup!

It's really a ......

I hope I can hold on when I get there.