White Feather Wangsugi

After living in Wangshanju for a long time, Zheng Chao racked his brains to cook some special food for Bai Yichen in different ways, so aggressive that Gu Yu was too embarrassed to intervene.Gu Yu, who was supposed to be busy in the kitchen, instead had a leisurely time, and was often pulled out by Bai Lu to play around.

On this day, Bai Lu and Gu Yu went back to Shanju dressed in snow and wind, and they both held a few sprigs of tender yellow and fragrant wintersweet in their hands.With an idea, Zheng Chao remembered a porridge that his mother had made for him. Although it was a product of poverty, his mother still gave it a very elegant name - dark fragrant porridge.

Speaking of which, although the name of this porridge is elegant, the method is very simple.Zheng Chao asked Bailu where he picked the wintersweet, and personally picked the freshest and most complete wintersweet flowers, and wrapped them carefully in silk cloth and brought them home.

Zheng Chao cleaned the glutinous rice, put it on the stove and cooked it slowly over low heat. When the glutinous rice was cooked, he sprinkled the washed wintersweet into the pot, and boiled it again until it boiled, and then it was ready to be served.

Zheng Chao filled a bowl for Bai Yichen, and carried it to his room on a black lacquered tray.As soon as he entered the room, Bai Yichen asked in surprise, "Ah Chao, what is this, why is it so fragrant?"

Seeing Bai Yichen's look of surprise and anticipation, Zheng Chao smiled contentedly, rolled his eyes, and explained softly: "This is dark fragrant porridge. I just picked it early this morning and boiled it from fresh wintersweet plums. I don't know if you like it or not, Yichen. .”

With that said, Zheng Chao carefully picked up the porridge bowl, scooped up a spoonful of it, blew it cool, and then fed it to Bai Yichen like he usually feeds medicine to Bai Yichen.

Bai Yichen pretended to be sick and felt at ease, and he was even more happy that Zheng Chao was feeding him medicine so intimately. Now he swallowed a mouthful of dark-flavored porridge with a porcelain spoon, it was soft and fragrant, and he felt warm and comfortable.Bai Yichen narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, and praised sincerely: "I like all the food made by Ah Chao himself!"

Zheng Chao blushed a little when he heard this, and was so ashamed that he didn't know what to say, so he continued to feed Bai Yichen the dark-flavored porridge one mouthful at a time.Bai Yichen didn't say much, just looked at him tenderly, which made Zheng Chao's face even redder.

Bai Yichen pretended to be sick and asked Zheng Chao to take care of him for seven or eight days. While eating all the porridge and snacks carefully cooked by Zheng Chao, he turned back into the shape of an egret and ate the small fish that Zheng Chao fed regularly. It has doubled in the past.The originally thin cheeks became a little plump, and Bailu Yuan's belly was even more round, and he almost couldn't fly!

Even Bai Lu couldn't help jokingly said: "Master, if you continue to eat like this, don't be disgusted by others before you get the second master."

With a cold face, Bai Yichen thought about this question with a heavy expression, and decided to go to the cedar forest in Houshan for two hours to practice at night after Zheng Chao fell asleep!

Zheng Chao managed to fatten up both Bai Yichen and Bailu. He was very pleased at first, but he didn't expect that in just a few days, each of them lost weight again!

Zheng Chao was very frustrated, and he put in more effort to prepare delicious food for Bai Yichen, and even fed two extra small fish for Bai Yichen.Bai Yichen practiced diligently while enjoying the delicious food, but this experience made his cultivation more refined and his demon power much more advanced.

However, it was unlucky for the talkative Bai Lu that day, along with the innocent Gu Yu, to be forcibly taken by Bai Yichen to practice in the cedar forest all night.

In the dark night, all three of them turned into the original bodies of egrets, one big and two small, standing quietly on the top of the fir tree against the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month, absorbing the spiritual energy of the world and devoting themselves to cultivation.

Not far away, two dragon claw flowers that do not belong to such a cold season, swaying blood-red petals, seem to be watching everything...