Xiao Banxian thought that Gonggong really couldn't eat it, but he didn't expect that most of the five dishes and one soup would fall into Gonggong's stomach, and he was very glad that Gonggong had eaten four plates of dim sum just now, otherwise this appetite would have scared them.

As he ate, he said, "This cooking is average, it's much worse than what we ate back then." ”

When the little half-immortal heard this, he gave him a kick directly under the table, and the co-worker stopped his mouth and concentrated on eating.

After eating, Banxian Ren said: "Your aunt and I are going to go out in the afternoon, and we won't come back to eat in the evening. ”

Xiao Banxian didn't ask the reason, and immediately said, "Okay, I'll tell Yao'er later." ”

Half-Immortal Renxin said to Gonggong: "Young Master Xu, the friend of the half-immortal nephew is the friend of the half-immortal family, this place is like your own home, don't be polite." ”

Gonggong said: "You're welcome, you're welcome." ”

Banxian Renxin and Chu Xiaoran both left, and said while drinking soup: "Your uncle, it's very interesting." ”

Xiao Banxian said angrily: "Your appetite is a fight with Wuji." ”

"I haven't eaten for too many years, and I didn't eat much before. ”

Xiao Banxian asked, "Didn't you say that your body will be replaced in a few days, and when will this body be changed now?"

"Generally speaking, a body can be used for ten days, and this body can be used for another three days. ”

Xiao Banxian frowned and said, "Isn't there a long-term way?"

The co-worker put down the dishes and chopsticks, "Yes, yes." ”

The little half-immortal asked, "What method?"

"Do you know about the soil?" asked Gonggong rhetorically.

Gonggong said that the little half-immortal had heard it, and in those ancient legends, he had never seen it.

Legend has it that the soil grows on its own, never depleted, and contains infinite vitality.

Gonggong said: "Only the human form made of the soil can be kept from being broken for 10,000 years, but the soil was mostly used to stop floods in ancient times, and I am afraid that there are not many now." ”

Many things are such contradictions, in the past, the co-workers caused floods, and they needed to breathe to stop the water, but because of this, they consumed most of the rest of the Three Realms, but now they need to rest the soil to reshape his body.

The little half-immortal said: "It still exists?"

Gonggong said: "Nature exists, but it is difficult to find. ”

The little half-immortal said: "If you have a chance, I will definitely find it for you." ”

The co-worker raised his head to look at him, was silent, and said, "No need, it's okay now, but it's just a little troublesome, it doesn't take much cultivation every time, and it will take hundreds of years." ”

The little half-immortal finally knew why Gonggong's spiritual power had dropped to such a state, and he had been using his spiritual power to inject vitality into that pile of soil for thousands of years. Gonggong was originally an ancient god mansion with the same life as heaven and earth, but now it has exhausted its mana because of a physical body, how can it not be embarrassing.

The little half-immortal asked, "Do you have to use dirt, can't you use other things?"

"You mean living creatures?"

The little half-fairy nodded, now it's not the lifeless four seas, there is a world here, and those rabbits and pheasants are easy to find.

Gonggong said: "No, the living creatures in the mortal world can't bear my life at all. ”

Xiao Banxian couldn't help but ask, "Why did you fight with the Fire God Zhurong back then?"

"Ah, it's Lee Kum Kee's jujube cake!" Zhao Qiong was not angry, but the little daughter was in a big mood, this time Li Xian took out the pastry box, and his eyes couldn't help but be attracted to the past, and then he saw that it was all his favorite snacks on weekdays, and he didn't know where to go when he pretended to be angry, and he was already a little hungry and panicked after a few days of tea and dinner.

Ma Bole said and proudly picked up the egg fried rice and began to eat. He was almost full before he remembered to ask his guest, "Xiao Wang, but have you eaten?" He didn't wait for Xiao Wang to answer, he continued, "But I don't have anything to eat here, just egg fried rice every day...... As soon as the battle started, you know how much an egg costs, yesterday it was seven points, and today I inquired again that it was eight points. It's too expensive to eat.

After a while, the cook brought a plate of cold meat, a bowl of soup, and a bowl of muxi rice. This muxi rice is egg fried rice, because the egg is like a small osmanthus flower in the rice, so it is called muxi. But if you really want to ask this to the people of Beijing, the people of Beijing are counting the classics and forgetting their ancestors.

The person was distracted, took a spoon in his hand, and just scooped the soup and poured it into the rice bowl, poured a spoonful, and then another spoonful, and before he knew it, he poured most of the soup into the rice bowl of Muxi. Occasionally, I stopped pouring the soup, and when I looked down, I was amused. I thought: No one has ever made soup in the Muxi rice, and when I heard the errand and saw it, don't I say that I am from the south, and I can't even eat the Muxi rice. At that time, he lowered his head, snorted, and ate a big bowl of soup and rice.

When my mother saw me eat, she was very happy. I laughed and said that when she died of eating a fat pig that became a thousand catties, she would definitely pour a bowl of ginseng soup before she swallowed her breath, so that her love, because that bowl of soup, made me walk more physically on the road to Huangquan.

In normal times, eating, so that the whole family gathers and chats, no matter what is discussed, there is always laughter, full of happy air. But at this time, the scene was different, that is, the famous adults recognized as the king of vegetable grabbing and Brother Rong, I didn't think of the fragrant fried meat, just sat silently, put my lips to the side of the bowl, chopsticks weakly a few grains of rice, sometimes my eyes quietly looked at the uncle who was smiling and drinking, and the people who were sitting around because of his drinking.

This bowl of noodles is quite Q-bomb, and this plate of meat is quite fragrant. This cup of tea, this cup of wine, all seem to be quite tasty. It seems to be very normal, but in fact, I just think too much. When people have more thoughts, their perception of their surroundings will be different. It's been gradually grown up, and you will find that the simpler the thing, the more difficult it is to get. It's like, fate.

After Marik was gone, Mrs. Windu returned to the kitchen with Napoleon in her arms, made a new pot of tea, and boiled a chicken. After drinking a bowl of tea and taking a bite of chicken, I couldn't swallow it and gave the rest to Napoleon. I had the heart to clean up the guy, but I didn't bother to stand up and look at the sun outside. "Let's go around the park!" said Napoleon, when he heard that he had gone to the park, his two little ears stood up, and he spat down the corners of his mouth.

"The more I think about it, the more I want to hurry up, the more I want to hurry up and the taste of steak often. When I got there, I rushed up excitedly and ordered a random steak. I haven't eaten it before, so I think it's all steak anyway. Finally the steak came out, and to my surprise, why did the steak have something covered and just brought it over?

Qingqiu has always eaten very well, and it is the middle of the night, so I dare not eat more. I only picked a few noodles to eat and took two bites of soup. When Yan Xi saw it, he asked, "Miss Leng, why don't you use it, is it dirty?" Qingqiu smiled and said, "It's serious." It has always been a small amount, just ask your mother. “

We ate the sparkling noodles and made a noise, drank the soup when we were done, touched our stomachs and collapsed on the stool as if we had eaten the most delicious food in the world.

This is exactly when Xiaoou wants to smile at him, and Duan Kaiwen happens to be her sympathetic: why is this guy so unsympathetic? The mouth rests on the edge of the bowl, the noodles are pumped directly from the bowl to the throat, and the muddy soup becomes a pond, from which a bundle of rotten rope is salvaged will look better than this picture.

He has a way to fight hunger, and it is okay to endure it for a day without eating, and his body will tremble a little, but his spirit will not be affected. It was only then that he realized his hunger. He just wanted to chew quickly, and the speed of his teeth couldn't keep up with the speed of an empty appetite. If you are in a hurry, take a sip. This liquor is very fragrant and not spicy.

"Iron Hammer" stood awkwardly, looking like he was suffering. Those who grabbed the porridge began to drink, hot their mouths, blowing on the ground, turning the bowl to drink, and everyone was afraid of drinking slowly. Jiang Datian gave Fang Biyu a small half bowl, saying that if you fill less, you can drink it quickly, because the less it will cool, the faster it will cool.

It was only when he occasionally passed by the food that he tasted it playfully, held it in his mouth for an hour, and then spit it out mostly again. At first he felt that it was the sadness of the current state of his room, which made him unable to eat, but as the room changed, he was quickly relieved.

The next morning, Miss Catherine brought his breakfast, and Pastor Yi wanted not to eat it, but smelled the strange smell of chicken and salted meat, and said, "Besides, who in the world can eat such a good breakfast except the English?

Before taking a nap, they always have to take two small pills, and the mother-in-law takes them first, and then gives them to the mother. The mother-in-law ate easily and smoothly, and took the medicine in her mouth at will, and could swallow it without soup, but the mother ate bravely and firmly; she first "chopped" the medicine into her mouth, and then drank a deep sip of water, and the water hit her throat, and the medicine was smashed down by the water.

Yesterday, I specially bought a pound of mutton for him, and he hasn't finished eating it yet. I wanted to use mutton soup to make steamed buns for him, and then left, but the leftover buns had already been eaten. Naturally, the steamed buns that have just been basketed can not be steamed at that time. In the middle, Du Fu even went to the back of the stove to help add fire, and the Yang family stopped him back. It was easy to steam the buns and bring them to the house, Du Fu didn't wait for the buns to cool, so he took a few and broke them into three bowls.

Although it is not as exaggerated as four dishes and one soup, Jian Si still made one meat and one vegetable, and as soon as the dish was brought to the table, Xi Jihuan rushed out of the study, and without looking at the person who was cooking, he directly picked up the chopsticks and started eating.

After a while, bring in a large plate of cold beef and cold steamed buns, as well as a large clay pot of freshly hot wine. Zhu Tao knew that the life of the mountain people was very hard, and it was strange that there would be such ready-made wine and meat in the middle of the night. The wine tastes very good, and the beef is also very delicious, and if you don't eat meat for a long time, when you are extremely hungry, you eat it very sweetly.

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