Planar Trash

Cheng Jingchi was very happy with the extra profit of two thousand today. After get off work, she couldn't wait to go home, and planned to take Li Zhan out for a delicious meal, as a reward for his meritorious service.

After all, Li Zhan didn't hide anything about Ningbi Pill, and told him everything on his own initiative, otherwise, maybe he would flush all the dregs of the medicine into the sewer like he did on the first day.

And the first day of junior high school, if it wasn't for its liking to lick, he wouldn't have discovered the magic of those ashes.

Recently, because of the move, it seems to be a bit neglected. Forget it, wait until the newly opened supermarket nearby to see if there is any small yellow croaker that it likes to eat. Buy a few and cook it for it.

When Cheng Jingchi returned home with the small yellow croaker in one hand, he smelled a strong aroma of food.

His first reaction was that he made money. He didn't expect Li Zhan to be so good at cooking, and he will be lucky in the future.

"Are you back?" Li Zhan poked his head out from the kitchen, wearing a familiar-looking small floral apron, combined with his tall and straight figure and a very distinctive spotted face, there is actually a kind of weird look The contrast is cute.

Chu Yi ran over with short legs, two small front paws grabbed his legs and meowed, trying to attack the plastic bag he was carrying.

Cheng Jingchi squatted down, rubbed its head comfortingly, and signaled it to be calm: "Wait a while, cook it before eating."

On the first day of junior high school, he rubbed his head on his lap, refusing to give up the delicious food that was about to arrive.

Cheng Jingchi didn't care about it, she closed the door and walked in, changed her shoes at the entrance, and Cheng's mother came out of the kitchen, saying, "Chichi came back, just as the meal is almost ready."

Cheng Jingchi couldn't wait to walk towards the restaurant, and asked as she walked, "Mom, what dish do you cook? It's so delicious."

"Yesterday, your uncle asked someone to send a soft-shelled turtle over. Today, I stewed it in a pot. Hurry up and wash your hands. Dinner is about to start."

"Mom, you're so kind." Cheng Jingchi said, and passed the plastic bag in her hand, "I bought two small yellow croakers for the first day of junior high school, and cook two for it later."

"The first day of junior high school is so beautiful." Mother Cheng said with a smile, took the little yellow croaker and took it to the kitchen for disposal.

Cheng Jingchi walked into the restaurant, and at a glance saw the pill stove on the table that he didn't know what to use, which was said to be a fryer. It was steaming, and when he looked inside, he saw a few pieces of turtle meat inside, emitting An unspeakable fragrance that makes people salivate.

No!

The fuck is using this thing to cook soup?But it smells really good.

"When did my mother come here?" Cheng Jingchi asked while setting up the dishes.

Li Zhan untied his apron, helped to serve the soup, and said, "I came here in the afternoon. I brought a lot of food and put it in the refrigerator."

Cheng Jingchi nodded, her whole attention was completely attracted by the soft-shelled turtle soup in the alchemy furnace, and she couldn't wait to take a sip from the bowl.

Suddenly, an indescribable umami taste hit his taste buds and reverberated throughout his mouth. It was so delicious that Cheng Jingchi almost couldn't bear to swallow it.

It's strange, the level of his mother's cooking can only be called average. I have eaten this Cordyceps turtle soup a few times before, and the taste has never been so amazing. It doesn't look like a fucking craftsmanship.

Cheng Jingchi's eyes turned around, and finally fell on the Dan stove where the soup was cooked, with a look of deep thought in his eyes.

The ingredients are the same, and the cooks are the same, the only difference is the soup vessel.

Could it be because of this pill furnace?

Since the waste refining residues can protect skin, nourish skin, remove scars and beautify the skin, it seems plausible that the alchemy furnace that has been used for refining medicine to cook a soup is more delicious.

On the first day of the junior high school, when I smelled the fragrance, I walked around the dining table in a hurry, and tried to jump on the table by grabbing the legs of the table, but failed because the legs were too short, and meowed in anxiety.

Mother Cheng brought out the steamed small yellow croaker, removed the bigger bones and put it in front of it, saying: "Your father bought you the small yellow croaker, eat it."

In normal times, the first day of junior high school would definitely start eating without looking up, but today, after only smelling it, he pushed it away in disgust, turned around and walked around Cheng Jingchi reluctantly, staring at Cheng Jingchi eagerly. Holding the soup in his hand.

Since the incident of licking the dregs of medicine, Cheng Jingchi has a general understanding of the ability to distinguish food in the first day of junior high school, knowing that the first day of junior high school is because the small yellow croaker is not as good as the soft-shelled turtle soup boiled in Danlu.

Don't look at this meow's brain is not big, but he knows what is a good thing.

Although the soft-shelled turtle soup was light, there were a lot of medicinal ingredients in it. Cheng Jingchi scooped up a tablespoon from a small plate, mixed the small yellow croaker, brought it to the first day of the junior high school, and said, "Don't be picky eaters, eat it."

It was only on the first day of junior high school that he began to eat, wagging his head and wagging his tail. While eating, he rubbed against him flatteringly.

Cheng Jingchi rubbed her hairy little head in the first grade of junior high school, washed her hands and then drank the soup.

Sitting opposite him, Cheng's mother said curiously: "Chichi, where did you get this pot? The soup is delicious."

Cheng Jingchi thought to herself, this is the alchemy furnace used by immortals to refine medicine. It has been soaked in so many miraculous medicines for many years, so it is no wonder that the soup produced is not tasty.

He changed his mind, and said: "Mom, if you like it, you can take this Dan... the pot back, I think the soup is delicious too."

Mother Cheng hesitated for a moment, and said, "No need, it's good for you to keep cooking soup once in a while."

"No, I still have a small one." When the vortex portal opened last time, in addition to a flawed Ningbi Pill, there was also a small pill furnace, but it was too small, not as big as a soup bowl. I couldn't think of any use, so I put it away.

Because there was no place to put this big alchemy stove, it was placed on the cooking table. I didn't expect that Cheng's mother turned it on the wrong side, but it turned out to be useful.

He was afraid that Mama Cheng would give away the pot, so after thinking about it, he said, "This pot is quite expensive, so don't give it away."

After eating, she helped tidy up the house and cleaned up the frost. Mother Cheng happily went home with the huge Dan stove in her arms.

Cheng Jingchi took a shower and lay on the bed, holding the Ningbi Pill that was said to be flawed, feeling restless for a long time.

The panacea that can keep you youthful for a hundred years, as long as you take it, you will be youthful, and you will always be 25 years old now. It sounds really tempting.If it gets out, others will probably steal his head. Of course, it is more likely that he will be chased and beaten as a liar.

Of course, such a good thing is only cost-effective if it is used by the family, so he has no intention of selling it.

It's a pity that it can only maintain a youthful appearance, and has no effect on strengthening the body. It would be even better if the body can also be restored to its youngest peak.

Forget it, it's good enough to keep your appearance young, and you can't be too greedy.

Cheng Jingchi looked at the Ningbi Pill for a long time, and finally put it in the original porcelain bottle and put it away, got up to drain the water, and got ready to sleep.

After coming out of the bathroom, he glanced at the second bedroom opposite the door.

The door of the second bedroom was open, the room was pitch black and the lights were not turned on, and the outline of Li Zhan lying on the bed could be vaguely seen.

Cheng Jingchi walked over curiously, and knocked on the door twice meaningfully: "Li Zhan?"

"Huh?" A black shadow moved on the bed, and Li Zhan sat up, "What's the matter?"

Cheng Jingchi fumbled for the opening on the wall, turned on the light, walked in, and sat down by the bed—because of insufficient budget, there was basically no other furniture in the room except the bed and the cabinet.

He took out his wallet from his pocket, took out five large banknotes, thought for a while, took back two more, and stuffed three pink banknotes with the portraits of amiable and respectable great men under Li Zhan's pillow, saying: "Today, the scar will be removed." The ointment was sold for 2000 yuan, and this is a dividend for you."

"I don't need it." Li Zhan had a cold expression on his face.

Cheng Jingchi glanced at him: "I know you are very powerful, but this is not the Profound Sky Continent after all, this is the world where ordinary people like me live, so we have to follow our rules, you have to pay for meals, and you have to pay for cars. You need money to watch movies, and you need money to buy things, do you understand?"

Even if he is skilled and bold, he still can't stay out of the house all the time!It costs money to go out.

Li Zhan had a thoughtful expression on his face: "I understand."

Cheng Jingchi: "..."

Li Zhanren looks good, and his temper is not bad, but for some reason, every time he talks to him, Cheng Jingchi always has the illusion that he is not on the same channel as the other party.

"By the way, how long will you stay here?" Cheng Jingchi asked again, "I'm not trying to drive you away, but I'm just curious, can you go back again?"

Li Zhan sat leaning against the head of the bed, bent one leg, put one hand on his knee, and turned his head to look at Cheng Jingchi: "I don't know, wait until my cultivation level recovers."

"Oh." Cheng Jingchi sat cross-legged across from him, she became happy again when she talked about her cultivation, and said, "Can I practice too? Is it possible to form frost like you?"

Li Zhan glanced at him: "Yes, but the concentration of aura in this world is too low, almost negligible, and the speed of cultivation is too slow."

"Really? That's great." When Cheng Jingchi heard that he could also practice, Cheng Jingchi immediately became excited, "Can you teach me? It doesn't matter if you slow down, anyway, as long as I can keep fit, I don't want to live a long life." .”

If he really lived to be hundreds of years old, his relatives and friends were all dead, so what's the point of being an old man living alone in the world.

Li Zhan: "..."

"I'll teach you the technique of drawing qi into the body first, and you can try to cultivate with luck first." Seeing his happy appearance, Li Zhan didn't have the nerve to tell him that with the aura of the earth, unless he took shortcuts, he might not be able to practice for the rest of his life. If you can't draw qi into your body, then you can only be an ordinary person.

"Great!" Cheng Jingchi said happily.

Thinking that one day he can condense frost and summon the eye of the wind with just a lift of his hand like Li Zhan, it can't be more cool.

An hour later, Cheng Jingchi walked out of Li Zhan's room with eyes full of mosquito coils.

That technique of drawing energy into the body is so fantastic, he knew every single word and its meaning when he took it apart, but when put together, it was no different from a heavenly book, which made Cheng Jingchi doubt his IQ for a while.

Sure enough, cultivation or something is not that simple!