The Diary of the Cultivation of the Little Dragon God

These two people look tall and big on weekdays, and they are also very brave when eating, plus the roaring dog who eats like a mountain, let alone a bamboo basket, even if they move an acre of land, they will only eat half full .

According to the rule that a visitor is a guest, the Li Mansion naturally wanted them to return home with all their heart's content.But right now, even if all the rice in the storehouse is moved out, it will not be able to satisfy their big appetite.

Nezha stared at the beams of the house speechlessly, and lowered his head to hit the stove.

"Nezha? Are you worrying about food?"

"Is it too late to beat them to the ninth heaven?"

Ao Bing didn't answer, but just put the little tower on the small chair, and Fu took out a pompom from his sleeve for her to sit there to play with, and then stepped forward to clap his hands to hug the little ball.

Xiaoqiu sensed Nezha's anger, didn't struggle much, and let Ao Bing carry herself to the chair next to his sister.Holding a brand new enlightenment scroll, he watched Ao Bing go to the stove.

"I've asked the blue bird to send a message to Taotie and Qinglong to see if they can send some food. You don't have to worry, we have everything to offer. What's more, according to brother Yang Jian's temperament, he will definitely bring some gifts when he visits. Last year was Grilled cranes, the year before last was marinated scorpion fish, I wonder what it will be this year?"

Nezha thought for a while, and said solemnly, "Let's stew the roaring dog."

Ao Bing laughed, and tipped his feet to caress Nezha's head, "Our Zha'er is not angry, the anger flies away!"

Nezha pursed his lips, "That's it?"

"The kids are there and some things are too early for them."

"It's not too early, Xiaoqiu understands."

Xiaoqiu, who was suddenly named, looked up from his sister's finger, and saw his father hugging his mother, but the two separated soon.Moreover, Ao Bing's ears and eyes were red.

"That's the thing, why can't they see it?"

Ao Bing responded casually, and turned around to deal with the bowl of warmed rice.

"So you know how to sit?" Xiaoqiu asked suddenly.

Xiaota was so focused on the pompom that he didn't even bother to give him a look.Xiaoqiu smiled mischievously, and turned to watch Ao Bing pound rice cakes.

In previous years, this work was done by Li Jing, and Nezha would take over when he was resting. As for cooking rice cakes and distributing them to the servants, Yin Suzhi and Ao Bing, two more careful wives, were entrusted to them.

"How much force should I use?" Ao Bing held up the mallet and stopped in front of the stone mortar with a blank expression.

Nezha said, "As long as you don't break the hammer and container, it's up to you."

Ao Bing seemed to understand, nodded, hit it a few times, and asked again: "How much rice should I put at a time?"

"Well," Nezha walked over and handed the cattail fan in his hand, "Go and see the fire, I'll make it. You should know how to make a fire?"

"Have you forgotten who cooked the meals for so long?"

Nezha chuckled, pinched his face, and exchanged places with him.After knocking on the rice a few times, I looked up and met Xiaoqiu's curious gaze, "Want to try?"

Little Ball nodded without thinking.

"No, you are too young."

"It looks fun." Little Ball said, "Is this mallet heavier than a fire-pointed gun and a circle of heaven and earth?"

Nezha thumped heavily, "That's not true."

"I can handle them." The implication is that I can also smash rice cakes with a mallet.

Nezha understood what he meant, but this kind of physical work was no worse than usual playfulness. If something happened to him, he would be responsible, so he said, "When you get older, Dad can teach you."

"How big?"

"Ten years old." When he was ten years old, he was already able to carry a big tripod around. Now Xiaoqiu can hold a sharp gun and a circle of heaven and earth at will. He is bound to be better than himself when he grows up.

Xiaoqiu snapped his fingers and calculated, there are still nearly seven years, but he listened to and believed everything that Nezha said, so he obediently agreed and continued to serve as Xiaota's guard.

After finishing the first pot of rice cakes, Yang Jian and others arrived at the house.

According to the rules of etiquette, I paid homage to Li Jing and his wife first, had refreshments in the hall, and after a few pleasantries, I left politely, and ran to the cauldron room to find Nezha to talk about the old days.

As soon as Xiaotiangou saw Xiaoqiu, it barked and rushed to him, sticking out its tongue and wagging its tail at him.

Lei Zhenzi didn't learn the lesson from last time at all, and still called Ao Bing's sister-in-law without fear of death. Seeing the children's affection, Ao Bing didn't get angry, and just kept his original gentle appearance, nodding and smiling at him.But in my heart, I pushed him to soak in the East China Sea over and over again.

"Is this Yuan Chen? How old is it?" Yang Jian approached and reached out to Xiaota's eyes. Xiaota paused and looked up at him.

"You may not know me, I'm Uncle Yang Jian." He said while squatting down/body, and looking at Xiaota, "Are you playing with wool balls? It happens that there are quite a few at Uncle's place. If you have a chance, come to my palace to meet Xiaota. Play with Tengu, okay?"

Xiaota looked at him quietly, and after a while, nodded slowly.

"She's so smart, the daughter of the dragon is really extraordinary." Yang Jian said this sincerely, which made Ao Bing a little shy.

Nezha pounded his rice cakes as usual, and when he heard this, he replied, "That is, I don't know whose child it is. Lei Zhenzi, be careful, don't fall my son!"

Lei Zhenzi held the fat calf with the ball on his shoulder, "Little Xingxing, are you afraid?"

"so fun!"

"Nezha, did you hear that? Your son likes it."

Nezha started pounding rice cakes again, cursed and said, "Anyway, watch carefully, if my son bumps into each other, I will let the golden crows scream around the gate of your palace every day."

There are ten golden crows in total, and they are Dijun's son, Xiaoqiu's cousin.When they have nothing to do, they always like to fly around the Jiuchongtian. If any god annoys them, they will become the sun, shining on the other party's palace or cave all day long, until the god is forced to beg for mercy.

Lei Zhenzi didn't have much contact with them, but the names of these ten evil crows are so loud that they can't be ignored.Now the group of Jinwu's most beloved nephews are on their heads, and they dare not neglect them no matter what.

If Nezha really let the Golden Crows roast his palace day and night, then all the fairy grasses he had painstakingly planted would be wiped out.

Xiaoqiu, who was having a good time, didn't know the little Jiujiu in his heart, so he just leaned forward to watch Nezha making rice cakes, and laughed a few times with nothing to do.

Probably with the assistance of Xiaotiangou, Yang Jian quickly got to know Xiaota, and he is currently holding her around the side of the water tank.When Xiaota lost interest, he took her to the cauldron to watch Ao Bing shovel rice.When the fragrant rice was turned over in the steamer, Xiaota couldn't help making a cat-like purring sound.

"Chen'er wants to eat it? But you haven't teeth yet, so you can't eat this." Ao Bing said, put the rice under the window to dry, and then turned back to prepare the last pot of rice.

Tired from playing, the little ball hit the ground with Lei Zhenzi's assistance, and ran to the opposite side of Nezha, swinging his head up and down with the mallet.

"Can I have a bite? Just one bite." The two fingers were attached to the side of the head like antlers, looking very interesting.

Nezha twisted the fingernail-sized rice cake foam and put it into his mouth, "Now it tastes like the rice before. It will taste much better when you add red beans."

"Is it the kind I ate last year?"

last year?Nezha fell into memory, and said after a while: "Well, that's it. But if you eat too much, you will get bloated. Don't you always say that your stomach is uncomfortable these days? Remember to eat less later."

Xiaoqiu sipped the scum, and said hello.

Yang Jian, who was helping to shop the rice, snickered and said to Ao Bing, "How did you manage to control this demon king? I remember that Nezha has always listened to you since we met."

"You asked this question before, and I still have the same answer. Just be sincere to him. Nezha's heart is not bad at all, but he is a bit straight, just communicate with him well." He patted the little boy leaning on his shoulder. Ta Houbei, "Besides, I don't think Nezha has a bad relationship with you."

Yang Jian smiled, "It is indeed a blessing to have such a good brother."

With the help of friends, the red bean rice cake soup was completed earlier than expected.Li Jing and his wife recited the number silently from the big and deep pot according to the head, and distributed it to everyone in the mansion.In the end, there was only one bowl left.

Ao Bing insisted on keeping it for Nezha, and Nezha gave back the bowl of rice cakes on the grounds that he was full of corn cakes.

"It's not that I'm hypocritical, maybe it's because I made too many rice cakes, and now I see this stuff, I feel a little nauseous." Nezha turned his head away, sniffing the sweet fragrance and swallowing quietly.

From the end of the year, in fact, what he looks forward to the most is now.But after drinking for more than 20 years, it is indeed not bad this time.Ao Bingcai has spent several New Years with him, and has always kept a fresh sense of these customs.The Dragon Clan doesn't like Chinese New Year, that's their business, but his Bing'er and children have to live well.

Ao Bing's mind is simpler. He is a dragon, and he doesn't have too much affection for the festivals of the human race. He eats what he has, and if it is not enough, he doesn't want it.

"Stop arguing. Qiaoer, let's find another bowl." The little girl Qiaoer quickly put the bowl and ran out, and came back with a small bowl for eating in the blink of an eye, "Ma'am, this is all that's left."

"It's okay." She waved her hand, and Qiaoer returned to her original position to drink her warm bowl of soup.

Seeing that her bowl was in the hands of her grandmother, Xiaoqiu's eyes straightened, and she asked in surprise, "What are you going to do?"

"Don't be afraid, grandma won't do anything to your bowl." After she finished speaking, she took the rice cake soup she hadn't touched, and scooped most of the dumplings into it. Seeing this, Li Jing also poured out the rice cake that she hadn't had time to eat. Lower part.

Yang Jian was feeding the Xiaotian dog with rice cakes, so he gave up his share and asked Lei Zhenzi to add some, and Lei Zhenzi also gave away some of his own along the way.

"That's enough for now." Yin Suzhi pushed a bowl full of rice cake soup in front of Nezha, "I'm the one who decides to award it to our rice cake hero. Do you have any opinions?"

There were voices of approval.

"The will of the people, Zha'er, no matter how uncomfortable you are, you have to eat it. Don't disappoint your labor and everyone's wishes." Seeing that his son didn't respond, Yin Suzhi grabbed his son's hand and pressed the bowl into his hand.

Nezha stared blankly at the rice cake soup, which was filled to the brim, his nose suddenly felt a little sour.He quickly adjusted his mood, took the spoon and shared the food with the ball, and Ao Bing blew the soup to feed Xiaota.

The annual Yingaotang passed away peacefully.

The servants who had eaten and drunk dispersed separately and started to work on their own affairs. Nezha and Xiaoqiu were a little stuffed, and they collapsed on the chair together and let out a long breath.

"I really find it strange, why does the little Xingxing look like Ao Bing, but acts like Nezha?" Lei Zhenzi questioned while holding Xiaoshi tea in his hand.

Yin Suzhi laughed, and glanced at the father and son who had the same movements and expressions, "Xing'er has been following Zha'er since he was born, so it's inevitable that he will follow suit. But don't you think this is fun?"

"According to this, Yuan Chen will be more like Ao Bing when he grows up?" Yang Jian waved his hand at the roaring dog and asked him to go play in the courtyard, and said when he turned his head.

"It's good to be like Bing'er." Nezha said, "At least he has a clear mind. Xiaoqiu can do whatever he wants, you see, how clever he is."

Xiaoqiu tilted his head and looked at Nezha, because he was so full, he had a faint urge to vomit.He was afraid that Nezha would misunderstand that he felt nauseous because of seeing him, so he suddenly turned his head and continued to stare at the wooden dragon head carved on the beam.

A woman with the face of Nezha and the personality of Ao Bing?Lei Zhenzi, who took a sip of tea, gradually had images in his mind, and was suddenly driven away by himself.

If this girl really grows up like this, she will be a proper little devil king.

The author has something to say:

According to legend, Jinwu is the child of Emperor Jun and Xihe.Di Jun is the elder brother of Donghuang Taiyi, and Donghuang Taiyi is Ao Bing's biological father, so Di Jun's sons are Ao Bing's cousins.

The ten suns shot by Hou Yi are the golden crows.