Ning Shi brought the little begonia to his eyes, a pair of sleepy eyes, half of his eyes were open, half of his eyes were closed: "Has it become a fine papaya?" I said how did I hear movement in the kitchen, and I thought it was a mouse!"

The melon demon who was caught, the little short legs kicked hard, the little claws opened their teeth and danced their claws, and the immature voice roared: "Let go of me, ugly monster!"

"Humph!"

The person who rubbed his eyes was naturally Ning Shi, he was just about to fall asleep when he heard movement in the kitchen, and at this time, his eyes widened to check, a stunted, sallow-complexed, wrinkled, ugly rotten papaya, indeed worthy of the three words ugly.

Ning Shi wanted to laugh a little: "You say that you are an ugly monster, let me let you go, or do you say that I am an ugly monster?" Think about it and say it again, I am hungry now, I heard that the papaya is shredded and fried in flour, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, it is delicious!"

Xiao Haitang stopped his hand instantly, trembling with fright, and thought to himself: "Oh my God, the world is too terrible, why do you want to eat me when you come up?"

"Baby grievance!"

"Baby wants to cry!"

It's been a long time since nightfall.

Ning Shi calculates the time, everyone is estimated to be back, if there is a bowl of papaya porridge on the table at this time, it must be a very beautiful thing.

Cool on the board.

A kitchen knife on the left and right.

Xiao Haitang's heart was cold, and the two knives were placed on the side of his body, and he didn't dare to move if he wanted to. The stove had already begun to burn oil, and the hot water next to it was about to boil, and clouds of mist and water vapor came out.

Ning Shi sharpened his knife leisurely, he didn't have the burden of killing people, and of course he didn't have to cut melons, while sharpening his knife, he smiled at the melon demon.

The sound of grinding knives is extremely terrifying on the stove in this night.

The little begonia that fell on the board couldn't cry, so he could only say cautiously: "My lord, can you not eat the little begonia? You see, I am actually quite ugly, the melon meat is very difficult to eat, I have grown for 50 years, and I have been blown by the mountain wind for 50 years, there is no moisture, it is bitter and astringent and sticky to the teeth, and it is unpalatable to death." ”

Ning Shi: "I heard that the monster that eats the essence of the essence prolongs life, I haven't tried it, I want to try it today." ”

After getting more than a dozen territories, Ning Shi was in a good mood, in a good mood, had a good appetite, and naturally wanted to eat, he didn't lie to this melon demon, he really hadn't eaten a papaya that had become a fine.

Want to try it.

Bring hot water to a boil.

The oil pan was bubbling and bubbling.

Xiao Haitang's heart beat violently, and suddenly she had the courage, jumped up regardless of life and death, and began to twist her body violently.

The desire to survive bursts out of the desperate situation of life and death.

The melon demon dances!

For the sake of Boning Shi's favor, Xiao Haitang even turned his papaya outward, revealing the yellow and clear flesh inside......

Well, it's really spicy eyes!

Ning Shi raised his eyes and said leisurely: "I seem to be thinking wrong, it shouldn't be fried, isn't it sweeter to peel and steam?"

Xiao Haitang, halfway through the dance, listened to this, she directly broke her foot, and roared in her heart: "I'll go to you second uncle!"

"Cheap man!"

"Grandma and you are incompatible!"

I thought so in my heart, but I said in my mouth: "Adult, if you don't like dancing, it doesn't matter, Little Begonia will have a lot of things, long nights, eating sweets hurts your teeth and stomach." Of course, it's not that I can't eat it, I'm completely thinking about your health!"

Ning Shi looked at the door, Lu Yan was still standing at the door, the person hadn't come back yet, and there was time. Stretching his waist, he was indeed a little bored: "Then what else will you do?"

Little Begonia's eyes lit up.

There's a play!

It's time to show your retrograde power!

Turned over and rolled under the stove, rummaged in the kitchen in a panic for a while, and explained while turning: "My lord, wait a minute, I'll be fine right away, right away!"

After two cups of tea.

Xiao Haitang shouted: "My lord, the first show, change, drama, law!"

An orange rag, raised his hand and shook it, and put his backhand on his body: "My lord, look, I am a papaya, and now I am a carrot!"

Ning Shi: "......"

Xiao Haitang laughed embarrassedly, and the laughter gradually decreased: "Steady, steady, the moment of life and death!"

The trick doesn't work, then?

The little begonia was pouring under the fire for a while, and when she looked up again, she was covered in ashes: "My lord, do you look like a sika deer?"

Ning Shi: "......"

Little Begonia: "My lord, you may not like sika deer, I'll change it for you!"

Ginger is stuck in the door of the head, green onions are stabbed behind the buttocks, dried chili peppers are chewed raw, and garlic is stuffed in the nostrils...... The melon demon Xiao Haitang can be regarded as having the ability to take care of the house, and the things that can be used in the kitchen, she thinks that she can make Ning Shi happy, and she uses all of them.

I can't help but pay attention.

Whether it will be eaten or not depends on its own creation, Xiao Haitang's feeling is very accurate, Ning Shi is a cultivator, not an ordinary person, even if she has a hundred legs, it is impossible for her to escape like this.

The night of the twenty-ninth day of the lunar month.

It wasn't destined to be an ordinary night.

Ning Shi picked up a small papaya.

A cyan mantis crawled in the harem of the Tang Kingdom.

This praying mantis, small in size and with a bright green body, climbed directly onto Queen Fei Wenxiu's desk.

In the brightly lit temple of the god of recuperation, Fei Wenxiu buried his body in the sea of folded texts, Zhou Zheng's incomparable italic small characters are exactly the same as Li Tianyi's pen style, and there is no distinction between authenticity and falsehood.

Fei Wenxiu, who had never been moody, saw the mantis on the desk, her face changed suddenly, and her fingers suddenly broke the precious brush.

The praying mantis seemed to know that it couldn't speak loudly here, so it carefully blocked its mouth and lowered its voice and said, "Miss Wenxiu, Miss Wenxiu, the master entrusted me to send you a letter." ”

After a pause, the praying mantis conjured a note from his body, and read silently according to the words on the note: "In the late spring and March, the wind is shining, and the flowers and branches are broken to send the wine boat." Xiling Mountain is soaked in water, and the willow color of Nanchi is green and smoky. ”

The poem mentions 'March'.

Ning Shi had met a 'March' before, that girl, from the Ghost Valley, covering the snow, playing umbrellas, painting, and slaughtering Youzhou!

Tang Palace Yang Shen Temple.

Fei Wenxiu listened to the poem on the note, pondered silently, changed a pen, and wrote three lines: "A Sichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and flocculents, and the plum is yellow and rainy." ”

This character is no longer the block letter of learning Li Tianyi, but Zhong Lingyuxiu's female book, paper, folded into an envelope and handed to the cyan mantis.

Faith is poetry.

Poetry is a letter poem.

No one could have imagined that the queen of the Tang Kingdom and the idlers of the Guigu Valley were poetry friends, and the poems were full of artistic conception and deep love......

The praying mantis is a little demon who transmits messages, and he used to just go back and forth to the General's Mansion, but this is the first time he has entered the Tang Palace, and his eyes are full of luxury, and he was immediately blinded.

Passing by the imperial dining room, smelling the aroma in the room, I secretly ate a few mouthfuls of soup made for the nobles overnight.

The outdoors in the middle of winter is very cold and depressed, but here is full of grace, much better than the dark ghost valley, the praying mantis feels that he finally understands why the little masters want to come here desperately, it is really good, excellent.