The daily life of farming and opening up wasteland in the elf world

Facing the doubts of the messenger bird, Fan Xing rolled his eyes. Of course, a sense of ritual is needed when eating delicious food.

He levitated 15 popsicles with superpowers, and then walked out of the refrigerator with the collar of the messenger bird in one hand.

The messenger bird was held in Fan Xing's hands, and he crossed his arms a little annoyed. He was sure that Fan Xing must have drifted away.

I was careful when I made it just now, for fear of making a loud noise and being discovered by other elves. Now that I am done, I dare to take it outside to eat blatantly. Who gave him the courage?Arceus?

Fan Xing was holding Sui Suiannian's messenger bird in his hand. He didn't know what happened today. When he wanted to eat popsicles, he had a whim. When the popsicles were ready, he still wanted to eat them on a whim. He attributed this to the intuition of a superpower. , isn't it that the belief in the bird's broken thoughts has drifted away?

It would be embarrassing for him to be discovered by other elves when he was eating, so it must be the superpower reminding him that this popsicle has to be eaten today, it must be like this.

Fan Xing thought silently, and then nodded his head affirmatively, this is the affirmation of the super power of the heavenly king level.

When he came to the kitchen, Fan Xing gently placed the messenger bird on the stool beside the dining table, and then lit the candles on the dining table.

He took a few more beautifully crafted dinner plates, and arranged the ice creams in a flower pattern on the dinner plates.

After setting it up, Fan Xing poured himself another glass of fruit wine in a goblet. He looked at the pitiful eyes of the messenger bird on the other side, and poured him another glass mercifully.

However, with Fan Xing's delay, the ice cream he made had a tendency to melt. Fan Xing, who was pouring wine, saw this scene and hurriedly pushed his superpower into an ice attribute, and then made a few ice cubes to put on the ice. To the ice cream.

Messenger Bird raised his cup and signaled Fan Xing to sit down quickly.

The three candles on the dining table candlestick, with their movements, the flames inside also swayed, and the swaying flames printed the shadows of Fan Xing and the messenger bird on the wall.

Fan Xing moved the stool carefully, then sat down, raised his wine glass, and lightly touched the messenger bird. After the touch, Fan Xing didn't drink, but directly picked up an ice cream.

Fan Xing looked at the mango coconut milk ice cream in his hand. This was the first one he had eaten this year, and he also made it himself.

In his eyes, the shape of this ice cream has broken through the sky, and it is the crystallization of his craftsmanship. It even shines in his eyes.

Fan Xing took a small bite of the popsicle, and the rich mango flavor and coconut juice poured into his mouth instantly.

He squinted his eyes as if enjoying himself, the cold ice cream is really refreshing to eat, it is too comfortable to do.

Messenger Bird also enjoys eating ice cream, but compared with Fan Xing's small stutter, his movements are much more bold. He directly has two wings, and one wing takes one or two ice creams back and forth.

After taking a few bites, he put the ice cream on the left hand side on the dinner plate, then picked up the fruit wine that Fan Xing poured for him, and spun it in one gulp.

Seeing his unrestrained actions, Fan Xing silently rolled his eyes, and poured him another half a glass.

According to Fan Xing's philosophy, delicious food should be tasted in small mouthfuls, like the behavior of messenger birds that mouth big mouthfuls to show off.

Fan Xing still dislikes it, but he does it occasionally. When he meets something he likes to eat, he can't help it sometimes, and his movements are similar to those of a messenger bird.

Fan Xing took a sip of the fruit wine, well, he gave up after taking a sip, the taste of the fruit wine was not to his liking, so he should continue to eat his ice cream.

Fan Xing hummed a little tune, finished one ice cream in his hand, and then reached out for another one.The Messenger Bird has already eaten three, and now he is lying on the chair contentedly, rubbing his stomach.Unlike Fan Xing, he is an ice elf, so it should be fine to eat so much cold food.

Fan Xing was different. As a human being, he ate too much ice, and he would definitely have diarrhea the next day.

This is also the reason why Fan Xing took such small bites, he was reluctant to eat the delicious ice cream with big mouthfuls.

It's just that the two of them were eating when the lights in the room were suddenly turned on.Fan Xing and Messenger Bird looked at the living room blankly, and found that the demon fire red fox was dragging a person towards the kitchen in annoyance.

"Firefox" (Fan Xing, Du is looking for you again! Really, does he have a bag on his head? He went to look through the window again at night, and what are you doing in the kitchen at night?)

With the roar of the fiery red fox, the elves sleeping in the hut slowly woke up.

They yawned and walked to the living room, and then saw Fan Xing and the messenger bird sitting on the dining table in the kitchen. Of course, the popsicles in front of them did not escape their eyes.

Fan Xing covered his face in embarrassment, and propped his hands on the table. Du, who was dragged by the demon fire red fox, was also very embarrassed.

"Haha, that Fan Xing is sorry to interrupt your rest again, just, I may need your help when I encounter some things."

Du spoke in embarrassment. He adjusted the cloak that was being dragged by the demon fire red fox, and then laughed a few times in a tone full of embarrassment.

Fan Xing didn't speak, he just put his hands on the table, and then completely covered his face, he regretted it very much now, damn it, he shouldn't have trusted the intuition of his so-called superpowers.

Damn it, today is another day when the society dies, so it turns out that the super power keeps reminding him, is it the meaning of not letting him go out?

The villain in Fan Xing's heart burst into tears, and the messenger bird opposite him slipped away when he saw the situation was not good, and he didn't care about Fan Xing, who died together, but he obviously hadn't heard of the idiom "Settlement after Autumn" .

Yaohuohonghu rolled her eyes at Fan Xing, who was still embarrassed. After getting along for so many years, who doesn't know who?

He stepped forward and poured himself a glass of fruit wine, then stuffed a popsicle made by Fan Xing into the glass, stirred it a few times and took a sip.

As soon as the drink was in the mouth, Yaohuo Red Fox's eyes narrowed, and the anger of being disturbed in sleep disappeared. I have to say that although the popsicles made by Fan Xing are simple, they taste really good, especially when paired with Yaohuohong. Fox's favorite fruit wine.

The demon fire red fox looked at the table and found that there were still a few popsicles left, so he simply took them away and distributed them to the elves at home. Now there are only two people in the kitchen, Fan Xing and Du.

Du looked at the autistic Fan Xing, and couldn't continue to speak, but his affairs really couldn't be delayed any longer, so he looked out the window with some worry.