stardust

"Miss Ming, are you awake? Are you hungry? Do you want some water?" Song Lan asked Yue'er who opened her eyes with concern.

"Song Daochang, why am I here? What happened? Is the little uncle back?" Yue'er answered irrelevantly.

"Yue'er, I'm back. Are you better?" Xiao Xingchen replied gently when he heard Yue'er's voice. When Yue'er was unconscious, Song Lan had already told him everything Yue'er had done.

"Yue'er is so stupid!" After hearing this, he only had this sentence in his mind.

"Little uncle, you're really back?! That's great!" Yue'er sat up in surprise, not at all like someone who just woke up after passing out.

"'That's great', the catchphrases of these two people are really the same." Song Lan felt a little sour again.

Xiao Xingchen floated to Yue'er's bedside, stretched out his hand and groped.

"I'm here, little uncle." Yue'er grabbed Xiao Xingchen's hand and put it on her head. She knew him best, and Xiao Xingchen liked to touch people's heads the most, just like his father touched his head His brain is the same.

"Little uncle, your soul is back. I have to find a way to find you a body. Daoist Song has told me that your body was burned in Yicheng. Unfortunately, it may be difficult to find a body as good-looking as you used to be in the world. body." Seeing Xiao Xingchen's return, Yue'er immediately switched on the "little sparrow" mode, chattering non-stop.

Xiao Xingchen laughed again, Yue'er was so funny talking.

"It's okay. There are so many people in the world. If you look slowly, you will always find Yue'er that you are satisfied with." Song Lan comforted Yue'er.

Xiao Xingchen moved his ears, thinking: "When will Zichen rush to answer?"

"That's true. The little uncle looks good now. Although he doesn't have a body, he looks more like a fairy. But if this is the case, the little uncle won't be able to eat the meals I cook. What a pity, I still have to find it quickly." You have a good body. Little Martial Uncle, don’t you think so?” Yue’er said coquettishly.

"Yes, I really miss Yue'er's cooking. Yue'er, thank you!" Xiao Xingchen said with a smile again.

"Miss Ming, thank you for saving us!" Song Lan also saluted and thanked.

"Ah, you two, don't be so polite, I will be embarrassed. Although, I don't know how. Well, you both owe me now, and then you have to repay me well." Yue'er smiled playfully .

Xiao Xingchen smiled slightly, Yue'er hasn't changed, that's great!

Song Lan nodded and thought to himself, "I will use my whole life to repay you!"

"Let's go, Daoist Song, learn to cook with me. Last time you said that you would ask me to be your teacher to learn cooking skills. Let's practice quickly. Compared with your swordsmanship, your cooking skills are really nothing to mention." Yue'er jumped off the bed and said to Song Lan.

"Little uncle, you just came back, you are not used to it yet, rest for now." Yue'er smiled at Xiao Xingchen again.

After speaking, Yue'er walked towards the kitchen, and Song Lan followed behind Yue'er obediently.

Although Xiao Xingchen was still a little uncomfortable, he didn't feel tired. After all, he was just a god now, and he didn't have a body to tire him out.He also floated to the kitchen.

"Song Daochang, come here, first cut this radish into shreds. If you want to learn how to cook, you must first practice your knife skills. Shredding is the best." Yue'er gave Song Lan a white radish.

Song Lan took the radish, not knowing how to start, and asked timidly, "Miss Ming, do you want to peel it first?"

"Well, first peel it, then cut it into thin slices, and then shred it." Yue'er replied.

"Is it okay to cut it into such thin slices?" Song Lan asked again after busying for a while.

"It's too thick, cut it thinner. Oh, it's not shredded like this. Look at me." Yue'er took the kitchen knife from Song Lan's hand, and began to cut.

"Ms. Ming, your knife skills are really good. These threads are thin and continuous. How did you do it?" Song Lan praised.

.......

Xiao Xingchen floated at the door of the room, listening to the conversation between the two of them, he found it quite interesting, but he also had doubts in his heart: "Zichen, haven't you always talked less? When did you learn to praise others?"

After working for an hour, Yue'er helped Song Lan prepare the meal.

"Oh, it's not easy being a master. Daoist Song, I don't think you are suitable for learning to cook. I'll cook in the future. But after I leave, you and the little uncle will have to cook by yourself. You It's better to go out and earn some money and come back to support the family." Yue'er said while eating.

"Where are you going?" Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan asked at the same time.

"Of course it's going back to my parents. I promised them to save the junior uncle, and I will go home. The soul of the junior uncle has also returned. When I find a suitable body, I should go back." Yue'er replied .

"Then... Xingchen must find a better one for his body. He was too thin before, so he has to look for it slowly. Miss Ming, you don't have to be in such a hurry. What's more, you promised to teach me cooking skills. I still have to learn in the end, so that Xingchen won't eat too much." Song Lan said a lot in one breath.

"If that's the case, then I'll stay for a while longer. I'm going to teach you some of my uncle's favorite dishes, so it's quicker." Yue'er looked at Xiao Xingchen and said with a smile.

Although Xiao Xingchen was also reluctant to let Yue'er leave, but when he heard Song Lan's words, he was speechless immediately, and secretly said: "It's not because you burned my body, or I can 'resurrect the soul' now; also, in the past When we were together, I didn't see you worried that I couldn't eat well... Why are you looking for so many reasons?"

"Song Daoist, please wash the dishes!" Yue'er ordered Song Lan as usual after eating.

Song Lan nodded, took the bowls and chopsticks to the kitchen and began to wash them.

Although Xiao Xingchen couldn't see, he was shocked when he heard Yue'er's words, "What? Zichen, you can wash dishes?! You, you, are you still that 'Aoxue Lingshuang' Daoist Song?" He followed Song Lan went to the kitchen.

"What are you going to teach Song Lan to cook tonight? Let's steam the sea bass, my uncle's favorite dish, Daoist Song, you have to study hard." Yue'er looked at the back of Xiao Xingchen who was floating towards the kitchen and smiled secretly.