Yang Anrong's words sound very polite.

But with that cold tone, you can clearly feel the arrogance and contempt hidden under the words.

Obviously, she regarded Qin Mu as a charlatan.

"An Rong!

Seeing Yang Anrong so unkind, Old Man Yang couldn't help but change his face suddenly and scolded her.

Then he gave Qin Mu an apologetic look.

Qin Mu shook his head and said he didn't care.

"Grandpa, Dad has invited an expert doctor from Yanjing, and he will be able to go to Jianghai tomorrow to help you diagnose and treat you, you must not trust this kind of liar. ”

Yang Anrong was reprimanded by her favorite grandfather on weekdays, and she was immediately aggrieved.

In a hurry, regardless of Qin Mu's presence, the thoughts in his heart blurted out directly.

Hearing this, Qin Mu's brows gradually furrowed.

But the little guy was the first to be unhappy, in her heart, her father is an omnipotent person, how can he be regarded as a liar!

She clenched Qin Mu's hand, pursed her small mouth, and shouted to Yang Anrong with an angry face:

"You're a liar! I'm not a liar! I'm more powerful than a god, yes... Yes..."

What is it?

For a moment, the little guy couldn't think of a suitable adjective, and he was a little speechless.

She looks like an angry lion cub at the moment!

Fortunately, the little guy thought of a character on TV, and immediately snorted, and said with pride on his face:

"I'm the Monkey King! No! I'm more powerful than the Monkey King!"

In the hearts of children, Sun Wukong, who can make trouble in the Heavenly Palace, is really the most powerful person in the world.

Qin Mu was slightly stunned, and touched the little guy's head with a smile.

Yang Anrong didn't expect the little girl in front of her to refute her so excitedly, and she didn't know what to say all of a sudden.

The atmosphere was slightly awkward.

"Okay, An Rong, I'll take Mr. Qin up first, and I'll talk about it later. ”

Old Man Yang took the opportunity to make a round, and then personally took Qin Mu and Sisi upstairs and chose a room for them.

Yang Anrong was the only one left in the living room.

Yang Anrong stood in place, but her heart was full of grievances.

As soon as she saw Qin Mu's indifferent appearance, she couldn't help but be angry.

In her heart.

She didn't think she was wrong.

Qin Mu is a complete liar.

What a ghost spell, it's all nonsense!

How could there be such an evil thing in the world!

But why did Grandpa believe this liar so much?

Wait until tomorrow when the experts come, see how to slap this charlatan in the face!

Yang Anrong snorted heavily, her eyes full of indignation!

...

The night was getting deeper, and the stars were blazing outside the window.

Old Man Yang arranged for Qin Mu to be on the top floor of the villa.

It's been a tiring day today, so the little one seems extraordinarily quiet.

She sat on the edge of the bed and watched Qin Mu scramble to help her wash her feet.

When washing his feet, the little one suddenly had a bad heart, and his two little feet kept fluttering in the basin.

The splash splashed Qin Mu's face, but he could only smile helplessly.

What can I do, my daughter is the sky, can I still lose my temper?

"Don't mess around, good, go to bed early!"

Qin Mu helped the little guy wipe her feet, then carried her to bed, and carefully covered her with the quilt.

The little one obediently closed his eyes.

"Baba, I'm asleep!"

As a result, within a few minutes, the little guy secretly opened his eyes again.

"Baba, are you asleep?"

"Dad didn't sleep. ”

Qin Mu replied softly.

"Oh......"

The little one closed his eyes again, and then, after a while, opened them again and asked:

"Baba, are you asleep?"

"Dad didn't sleep. ”

Qin Mu replied helplessly.

After a few minutes, the little guy's somewhat glutinous voice suddenly sounded:

"Baba, I'm hungry..."

Gotcha, don't want to sleep tonight.

But also, children eat less and get hungry faster.

"Lie down and don't move, Daddy go down and see if he can make something for you to eat." ”

After carefully admonishing him, Qin Mu went downstairs.

At this time, it was already the middle of the night, Qin Mu walked to the living room, but found that the light was still on.

A rickety figure sits on the sofa.

The dim light fell on Old Man Yang's body, and it seemed a little lonely.

"Old man, why haven't you slept yet? ”

Old Man Yang was shocked to realize that there was someone behind him, and after discovering that it was Qin Mu, he squeezed out a smile and said:

"Mr. Qin, it's you, what's the matter?"

Then he shook his head with some emotion and said:

"When I was young, I felt that I was not afraid of death, but I didn't expect that people were getting old, and they were more and more afraid of death, thinking that there was not much time left, so I was reluctant to sleep. ”

After speaking, Old Man Yang also smiled, but his smile was full of bitterness.

Qin Mu was silent for a while, patted him on the shoulder and said with relief:

"Don't worry, as soon as I make a move tomorrow, your illness will be solved, oh yes, I'll borrow the kitchen to make some supper for Sisi, do you want to eat some?"

"No, no, people are old and can't eat anything, well, the kitchen is there. ”

Old Man Yang waved his hand magnificently, signaling that it could be used casually.

Standing in the kitchen, looking at the various ingredients, Qin Mu touched his chin and thought about it.

What to do?

This is the first time he has cooked for Sisi, which is of great commemorative significance, and of course he can't be careless.

Be sure to make a good impression on Sisi!

Otherwise, what if the little guy complains to Wanqing in the future, saying that his father is a dark cooking master?

Since the stomach of a child is delicate, let's boil porridge.

But what kind of porridge to boil?

At this moment, Qin Mu's eyes lit up and he thought of a brilliant idea.

With a slight wave of his hand, the void instantly fluctuated like flowing water.

Suddenly, two things appeared in front of him.

A piece of golden meat, and a colorful seven-colored god egg.

"It's a pity, the bloodline is not pure, it's not the real dragon and immortal phoenix, otherwise the taste will definitely be better!"

If there are people from the fairy realm here, they will definitely be frightened when they see these two things.

Real dragon meat?

Even if the bloodline is not pure, it is enough to make countless immortals break their heads and grab it.

It is an absolutely rare artifact in the fairy world, but it is used as an ingredient!

Qin Mu's eyes were solemn, and he pinched a sword finger and aimed it at the piece of dragon meat.

Sky Splitting Sword Qi!

In an instant, that piece of dragon flesh was torn into countless small pieces by the indestructible cyan sword qi.

Then, he broke the fairy phoenix egg, and a trace of golden egg liquid flowed out in an instant.

When these ingredients are poured into the casserole, a transparent flame ignites instantly.

Red Lotus Karma Fire!

Only this purest red lotus karmic fire can burn out the divinity in the ingredients.

So that the little one can eat with peace of mind.

The sharpest sky-splitting sword qi in the fairy world is used as a kitchen knife, and the red lotus industry fire that burns all things in the world is used as a stove.

With the real dragon meat fairy phoenix egg as the material, and then with a mortal millet.

A bowl of ordinary dragon meat and egg drop porridge, just do it!

Only Qin Mu, who is an Immortal Emperor, has such a big deal!

If it is placed in the fairy world, it will definitely make countless people beat their chests and feet, and their faces will be full of grief and indignation!

Maybe they will be angry and spit blood from their mouths.

How can there be such a loser in the world!

Of course, Qin Mu didn't care.

As long as Sisi likes it, that's it!

...