Food anchor teaches you how to raise ghosts

The author has something to say: Sorry to all the little angels, I need to ask for a day off tomorrow, and we will go to the next world the day after tomorrow

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On the way to another cultivation room, Xia Chun said sympathetically: "You are a professor, why don't you have any dignity at all, they usually bully you like this?"

Lin Sheng himself didn't really care about it, and he even spoke for the students: "I just started teaching in the college last week, and I seem too young among many professors. It's normal for students to be a little bit unconvinced."

His good old habits cannot be changed.While talking, the two came to another slightly smaller cultivation room, which was Lin Sheng's exclusive private space.

Xia Chun walked to the experimental field with the signboard of "Hybrid Variety: Animal and Plant Pepper". The crop is a hybrid of three hot peppers and animal cells. The small unripe fruits are hidden under the red leaves.The cultivation of peppers has reached the final stage, and they can be picked and extracted only after someone uses mental power to ripen them.

Lin Sheng made a "please" gesture, and Xia Chun's mental power stretched out countless tentacles. After a preliminary test, Chili's spiritual power slowly flowed, and soon accepted him. The green fruit Continuously growing, overflowing layers of spiritual power, the air was immediately filled with acrid aura.

Lin Sheng inspected the freshly ripe peppers with a bit of excitement, and said with some surprise: "The maturity is very high, and the smell is also very pure. Maybe the rating can reach S."

Regardless of the color, shape and sharp aura that wafts through the air, this chili feels daunting.But after all, it was cultivated by himself, Xia Chun still wanted to experience whether it was as terrifying as imagined.He eagerly wanted to take a bite, but Lin Sheng hurriedly stopped him.

"Before the test, it's better not to try it lightly. If it can really cause the eater to release a strong pheromone..." Lin Sheng paused, and looked behind Xia Chun, "Huh? This child is your relative Home, or when you were 'wandering' outside?"

"What child?" Xia Chun was stunned, and suddenly felt the hem of his clothes sinking. When he looked down, the kid was standing beside him, with one hand still tightly clutching the hem of his clothes, as if he was afraid of being separated from the adults. Little kid.

Xia Chun: "..." He thought that as long as he didn't bring the cigarette stick with him, the little ghost wouldn't follow him. Now it seems that he was wrong, this ghost has never appeared for no reason.

Lin Sheng knelt down in front of the kid, and said very gently, "Hi, I'm your father's friend Lin Sheng, what's your name?"

If it wasn't for Lin Sheng's frail growth, Xia Chun would definitely punch him in the face: "What kind of father, I don't even have a girlfriend, how can I have a child?"

Lin Sheng looked at the little ghost carefully, and there was indeed no similarity between that tender little face and Xia Chun's sharp-edged face.The little ghost was so beautiful that Lin Sheng couldn't help but want to touch his face, but he stopped the spiritualist with cold eyes.

Lin Sheng withdrew his hand in embarrassment: "Then who is he?"

"It's a long story, you should take the time to watch my live broadcast." Xia Chun sighed, wanting to throw the brat with his forehead against his thigh into the pepper field.

Lin Sheng got up and looked at the time: "It just so happens that I should pick him up, let's go to the coffee shop downstairs and talk."

In order to facilitate the work and life of scientific researchers, the research and cultivation center has set up a special kindergarten.After Lin Sheng's brother and sister-in-law died in an accident, he raised their son. He put his nephew in the kindergarten when he was at work, and it was very convenient for him to go home together after get off work.

Lin Sheng brought Xia Chun to the gate of the kindergarten, and a group of brats rushed out.A nimble little guy flashed out from the crowd, and hugged Lin Sheng with a swoop.

The thin scientist staggered from being hit by the small cannonball and almost stumbled.Xia Chun hadn't seen Jiyou and his nephew for a long time, and was amazed at how fast the child was growing: "It's so tall, when I saw you last time, it seemed like I could only gnaw my fingers in your uncle's arms."

"Uncle Xia, your memory is getting worse and worse," Lin Jiang complained mercilessly to Xia Chun, "We obviously swam together before."

Xia Chun: "Really, haha..."

Lin Jiang's attention was quickly attracted by the paralyzed kid next to Uncle Xia, and he kept staring at him all the way. After all, even the little girl recognized by his class as the prettiest girl in the garden was not as good-looking as this kid.When they arrived at the coffee shop, the two adults sat down to chat, while Lin Jiang and the kid sat at the next table.

Lin Sheng kept asking questions, "Why are your pupils so light?" "Why is your hair so long? Doesn't Uncle Xia take you for a haircut?" "Are you a boy or a girl? Are you wearing a skirt?" ", "Why don't you speak, are you dumb"...

The kid was very calm, watching Xia Chun beside him while drinking corn juice. The "problem child" Lin Jiang was ignored and felt very uncomfortable. He took out a newly bought pencil case from his schoolbag and continued to ask, "Which kindergarten do you go to? Today is not a day off. Why didn't I see you carrying your schoolbag? "

The kid stared at the pencil case in his hand, pointed to the label on it and said, "What is that?"

"You don't even know this? This is a nametag. Putting a label with your name on it proves that this thing belongs to you." Lin Jiang managed to attract the little ghost's attention, and triumphantly put the pencil case away. Showed it from inside to outside: "This is the most popular style now, I would be embarrassed to come to school without this pencil case. Did Uncle Xia buy it for you? He is so mean. Hehe, my uncle treats me very well." , buy me whatever I want."

The little ghost stretched out his hand, and Lin Jiang handed over the pen case to him with a magnanimous look: "Don't worry, you don't have to look at it so carefully. This pen case is made of very good material. Although it is light to hold, it is easy to stomp on it even if you step on it hard." It won't break a few feet, I've tried it several times..."

With a "click", the little ghost gathered his five fingers and squeezed Lin Sheng's sturdy pencil case flat like holding a thin candy wrapper.Lin Xiaohua finally stopped talking, and he was stunned for more than ten seconds before realizing it, and wept loudly.

Lin Shengzheng, who had just heard about Xia Chun's experience, lamented that he was "possessed by little ghosts", and suddenly heard his nephew howling like a bear, and hurriedly hugged him to comfort him.

Xia Chun looked at the deformed pen case that the kid threw casually on the ground and said, "I'm sorry, he...has a strong hand, uncle will buy you another one."

Lin Sheng lost his parents and had a pitiful background. He was usually pampered by Lin Sheng, but now he was shocked and angry. He couldn't be coaxed with a word or two. He lay in Lin Sheng's arms and pointed at the little ghost and said : "I want my original pencil case, you pay for it!"

Lin Sheng was also speechless: "That pencil case is almost turning into plasticine, can I buy you a new one?"

"No!" Lin Jiang yelled, putting his arms around his uncle's neck.

The dumb-headed Professor Lin was even more at a loss in front of his nephew, so he had to whisper to Xia Chun in embarrassment: "I'm spoiled."

Xia Chun didn't expect that the little ghost would cause trouble with Lai Lai, so he couldn't help frowning slightly.The little ghost looked up at him, picked up the deformed pencil case and squeezed it casually in his hand, and the next second it was back to new, as if nothing had happened.

"Originally," the kid threw the pencil case to the opposite side, "give it back to you."

Lin Jiang stared at the restored pencil case, choking in his throat from crying and shouting.

Lin Sheng had only heard about how miraculous the little ghost was from Xia Chun, but now that he saw it with his own eyes, he knew it was no exaggeration.He was dumbfounded for a moment, and stared blankly at the kid with his nephew.

Seeing that his uncle and nephew were frightened, Xia Chun felt a little sorry, so he hurriedly took the kid home, and promised to make Lin Jiang's favorite raspberry cheesecake next time as compensation.

After returning home, Xia Chun sat down on the sofa and knocked on the kid's forehead with a cigarette stick: "How did we agree that we are not allowed to come out until dinner time?"

Seeing that the kid was silent, Xia Chun continued: "Answer the question, why are you following me? Are you spying on me?"

The kid puffed his face: "You make rice balls for him."

Xia Chun felt baffled: "Who I cook for has nothing to do with you... Besides, didn't those soy milk boxes and half of the rice balls all go into your stomach last time?"

The kid turned his face away and said nothing.Xia Chun hooked his Xuenen sharp chin with the cigarette stick to make him turn back to face him, and asked as patiently as possible: "Why did you break Lin Jiang's pen case?"

Kid: "He said you are stingy."

Xia Chun didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "He said I was stingy but didn't say you were stingy, why are you so angry? Besides, even if you get angry, you can't break other people's things. Why did your mind become young when your body became smaller? very……"

He wanted to say "very mature", but for some reason he remembered the man's chuckle full of sex, which was simply "mature" too much.

When he was wondering how to continue speaking, the kid suddenly slapped him on the face.He sat up straight in a jerk, touched his face and said, "You hit me! Even my dad..."

Of course the brat didn't slap him in the face, if he really wanted to, he could even blow his head away.Xia Chun was only joking, but he felt something like a piece of paper on his face.

He tore it off and saw that it was a sticker with two words written on it: "What is this?"

The font on the label is not much more neat than cursive, flamboyant and free and easy.But what Xia Chun really cares about is the specific content of those two words.

He stared at the kid, pinched the label and said, "This is...your name?"

The little ghost nodded slightly, his eyes flickering slightly.

Xia Chun didn't notice his excited eyes, but took a breath reflexively, recalling Feng Yuzhi's words clearly in his mind.