The omelet is the best cooked, especially the omelet made by Gu Jin is very thin.

Soon the first golden omelet was loaded onto the plate with a spatula.

Bringing the plate with the egg cake to the little cub, Gu Jin said softly: "The cake is still a little hot, let it dry for a while before eating." ”

"Hmm. ”

An Mingji's eyes were on the plate, on the golden egg cake.

Gu Jin turned around and brewed another bowl of malt milk essence with hot water and brought it to him, "This is wheat milk essence, do you like it or not." ”

An Mingji drank it into his mouth with a spoonful of blowing, and tasted the taste of malt milk essence, his eyes lit up, "It's delicious, it's very sweet, and there is a milky flavor." ”

"Drink it all. Seeing that he liked to drink, Gu Jin smiled.

She turned around and continued to make omelettes, and by the time the second omelette was ready, the little cub had finished eating the dishes and drank most of the malt milk essence in the bowl.

She put two omelette on a plate with a spatula and made the next one.

I didn't use much noodles, and I made a total of three egg cakes.

An Mingji ate two and was full, and Gu Jin personally eliminated the remaining one.

Outside the gate has long since stopped, and the mountain village is particularly quiet at night.

Gu Jin, who was full of food and drink, and the little cub blew out the candles in the kitchen and returned to the house.

As soon as he finished eating and couldn't sleep, Gu Jin pulled the child and asked him about the knowledge he had learned in the past two days, without mentioning what happened during the day today.

But she promised the little cub and kept it all in her heart.

She promised never to let the cub be bullied again.

Feng Ling Jue can only be cultivated by women, but the space exercises are not only Feng Ling Jue, she will find a cultivation method suitable for the little cub, even if it is just to strengthen the body, and at the very least, let him have the ability to protect himself.

An Mingji was bullied this time, so he ran to the county seat again, lay on the bed and quickly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

After he fell asleep, Gu Jin entered the space.

She originally intended to find a cultivation method suitable for the little cub, but when she saw the ripe golden wheat field in the spatial spirit field, there were also golden corn cobs.

As well as sweet and delicious cucumbers like the crescent moon, light green beans, round and pleasant-looking tomatoes, and some vegetable melons and melons have reached maturity.

In just three days, these crops, vegetables and fruits are fully ripe.

Gu Jin felt that this was really incredible.

She was sure that these fruits, vegetables and crops had only been planted for three days, which was really too against the sky.

Gu Jin didn't know at this time that Lingtian was planted with all kinds of spiritual herbs and medicinal materials, and all kinds of herbs needed for alchemy were hundreds of years, if there was no Lingtian to grow herbs, where would the world go to find those medicinal materials that were hundreds of years or thousands of years.

Looking at the ripe crops in front of him, Gu Jin walked to Lingtian in disbelief, pinched the ears of wheat in his hands, and felt a little real when he touched the real thing.

Looking up at these more than ten spiritual fields, no one knew the shock in her heart, and no one came to share it.

After the shock, my heart was full of joy, so much food was enough for my family to survive the famine.

When the grain is ripe, it is time for the harvest.

Glancing at the open space not far away, Gu Jin had an idea in his heart, if he could use his mind to manipulate the cultivation of grain, then whether he could also use his mind to harvest.

She activated the spiritual power in her body, her hands in the void and her palms facing the sky, and when her mind came up, everything in front of her moved without wind.

The golden wheat floated towards the clearing that Gu Jin had glanced at before, and the speed was so fast that in the blink of an eye, several acres of wheat were all piled up in the clearing, just like a hill.