Dressed up as the biggest dummy in the realm of self-cultivation

The letter on An Yeming's desk was written by Hong Yiying's girl before, and it contained a lot of information.That day when the Chu family was wiped out, Hong Yi Ying Nu hid the child in a secret room, not because she wanted to suffocate and starve the child to death in the secret room, but she hurriedly wrote a letter and passed it on to Lei Yunbing, the eldest son of the Lei family.

The letter told Lei Yunbing to hand over the child to his biological father, who was Xiao Moyi who An Yeming had guessed.

But when Lei Yunbing arrived at Chu's house, he didn't see the child mentioned in the letter, and Lei Yunbing who didn't receive the child probably believed that more things are worse than less things, so he didn't go to other people's house even if he was a magician Daoxiu's base camp went to find Xiao Moyi.

This letter was suppressed at the bottom of the box, but Xue Wu and the others met by chance when they were doing the mission this time, and it was only a few years later that An Yeming identified An Xinglan's biological father.

Xiao Moyi is such a person who still has a good night, or it is more likely that he was raped by someone, and after being raped, he managed to slip away, was pregnant with his child, married someone else, and clearly planned to let his child call someone else Be a father.

But it's even better now, the son of the leader of the righteous way is raised in the moxiu's nest, and the father and son are naturally hostile, so it's easy to sing a good show no matter what happens in the future.

But now An Yeming frowned, staring at the letter, but not happy.I didn't have much interest in watching jokes, and my sense of anticipation for all kinds of good dramas in the future dropped sharply.

The sound of trotting footsteps startled An Yeming, and the letter on the table disappeared instantly. No one else could see the letter hidden in his storage space.

An Yeming's other thoughts are not very clear, but one idea is absolutely clear, that is, An Xinglan must not let An Xinglan know about this matter now.

The little short legs walked very fast, and the child who came in was holding several flower branches in his hands, pink, white, yellow, and they were very beautiful.The blossoming petals somewhat blocked the child's face, and the child's face was flushed, and it was unknown whether it was because of the heat from playing outside or from being blown by the wind.

"Master, I picked the flowers, let's put them in the house, they look good."

An Yeming is not rare for these flowers, but usually An Yeming would not refute children for such trivial matters, so he hummed.

He lowered his head and continued to read the document, but couldn't read it for a while.He raised his head again and looked at An Xinglan.

The child didn't have long arms when he was brought back, but he has grown much taller with them in the past few years.

The child was full of interest, his eyes sparkling, and he put flowers into the vase. He was finally satisfied with this way and that, and turned to look at him, seeing that he was not bowing his head to review, and asked for his opinion: "Master, is this good-looking? Do yellow flowers look better in the middle, or on the side?"

I have to ask him about such trivial matters, but since having such a young disciple, An Yeming has encountered more such trivial matters in his life, so he gradually got used to it, and he is not impatient. , but really looked at the past seriously, and then gave the answer, "It looks good in the middle."

The child said happily, "Master also thinks the center looks good, and so do I. How about putting it on the table for Master?"

An Yeming nodded.

After An Yeming agreed, the recognized child was even happier, with a pair of dark eyes bent and bent, carefully holding the big vase, and sending it to his table.

An Yeming looked at the child's Le Taotao, and felt a little puzzled in his heart. The more he looked, the less he looked like, how could the child really be Xiao Moyi's son?

Just that lifeless slate face has nothing to do with their cute smiling kid.

Well, they are still well-raised.

An Xinglan arranged the big vase and sold it to his master, "This way, when the master is busy, he can relax when he sees it."

"Okay." An Yeming got up, "Let's go and see your new house."

The new house is actually nothing fancy, it’s just that the child next to him was very happy. As soon as he entered the house, he took off his hat and clothes, and changed his shoes. Like a happy puppy.

An Yeming grabbed the child's hand and touched the little wrist. It was too thin and had no flesh.When the child was wearing winter clothes, he was still chubby, but when he changed his clothes now, he found that he was puffy, and compared with the front and back, he looked too thin.

An Yeming was dissatisfied: "Why didn't you grow any meat?"

An Xinglan: "Have a good meal."

Zhu Jianshu also often wondered about this question, and An Xinglan often felt that he was like a piglet being raised, but he couldn't get fat by eating, and the old farmer who raised the piglets looked at him with a puzzled expression on his face.

However, An Yeming felt that since she was thin, she didn't have enough food to eat. Children with a long body didn't have the ability to eat big grains like them, tsk, it's troublesome.

An Yeming had a meal at An Xinglan's place, um, I can't say that, it should be said that he had a meal with An Xinglan at An Xinglan's warm invitation.

An Xinglan was not a picky child, he ate deliciously, as he said he ate well.

But the patriarch An Yeming has a picky tongue. He can taste that there are deficiencies in this dish, and that dish is not perfect. But I have to say that the cook who cooks for An Xinglan is not a culinary expert. It's not bad, but it's pretty good. It's entirely because An Yeming is too picky.

Moreover, An Yeming, who was too picky, didn't feel that he was wrong. He felt that he had found the reason why the child didn't grow fat.

So after two days, An Xinglan not only got a new house, but also a new cook.

The food used to be delicious, but now it's even better, it's so delicious that people can't stop, even if An Xinglan's self-control is much stronger than that of a real child, she still wants to eat it again, just eat it The little belly is stretched.

"Why is it so delicious?"

“Super delicious.”

As soon as An Xinglan shut up, she was already looking forward to the next meal.And Hong Zhen explained to him with a smile, saying that this time the chef is a master of cooking skills, and his cooking skills are superb. He was originally the chef of Zhenxiu Court.

As for where the delicacy pavilion is, it is very famous. Even the monks of Bigu will line up with a lot of spirit stones and spirit crystals, just wanting to taste the delicacy passed on by word of mouth.

An Xinglan hiccupped a little, and felt dizzy. Is it so powerful?No wonder he couldn't resist.

"Then he came here, will he be inferior?"

Hongzhen said: "How can it be his talent to cook for the little Highness, it is his blessing." After finishing speaking, Hongzhen felt that these words seemed a little too crazy, and she was a little slip of the tongue, although she felt in her heart that their little Highness Qing Fangzong, No matter how honorable it is, no matter how good a chef is, he can't be called talented.

However, she immediately made amends and said: "That chef is very eager to come to our place. His Majesty used a thousand-year-old crow feather fruit in exchange for it. It is only for the little highness to cook for 20 years. It can be exchanged without any danger. You can't find such a cheap deal for a crow feather fruit anywhere, so you can only have fun secretly."

In fact, An Xinglan didn't know what the crow feather fruit that Hong Zhen was talking about was, but it was considered to be a very precious thing.

This made An Xinglan feel that he had really become a delicate young master who grew up in a pile of gold and jade all his life.

Someone treats him well, and the feeling of being pampered and held up by others is easy to indulge.

Well, in fact, thanks to the setbacks in cultivation, he was still able to stay awake and let him realize that he was not really going smoothly and everything was worry-free.

Practicing calligraphy, training, eating, An Xinglan lived a fulfilling life.In terms of handwriting, he is far ahead of his classmates. In terms of cultivation, as An Yeming said, he has really entered the door and squeezed into the forefront among his classmates.As for eating, since changing to a new chef, An Xinglan feels that every meal has become a test of happiness and joy. It is definitely not an easy task to be able to stop the mouth when the stomach is full.

Well, he has been exercising willpower since he was a child. It is said that in cultivation, willpower is by no means a hypocritical statement, but is related to the strength of the primordial spirit and true strength.Hehe, An Xinglan was secretly happy.

But this is just An Xinglan's random thoughts when he eats too much but is reluctant to put down his chopsticks. He is entangled in left and right. I have never heard of using food to exercise willpower. When An Xinglan grows older, he should practice this aspect Sometimes, you have your own professional methods, so there is no need to do so.

Zhu Jianshu didn't feel that His Majesty was doing a good deed this time, and pulled up An Xinglan who was sitting still in a chair like a lazy cat again, and wanted to take him out to digest after dinner.

Zhu Jianshu said worriedly: "It's not once or twice, it's not good to always eat."

An Xinglan quickly admitted his mistake: "This time I was greedy, I will definitely pay attention next time, and I will never take another bite when I am full."

Zhu Jianshu didn't think it was An Xinglan's fault. The food was so delicious that many adults and monks couldn't stop it, let alone a child?

Well, Zhu Jianshu went to find the chef again. After that, the meals on An Xinglan's table became small portions. Although there were many types, the portions were much smaller. When An Xinglan finished finishing the meal, It's just right in the stomach.

An Xinglan was not dissatisfied with eating less delicious food. In fact, he liked Zhu Jianshu's meticulous care in life.

Because it has never happened before, now that he is being controlled like this, he will not be annoyed at all, on the contrary, he is very happy.

I wish Jianshu came over again, had dinner with the child, and was very satisfied with the fact that the child no longer has the problem of eating enough, and built a snowman with the child. Instead, it revolves around him.

Like a clingy puppy who wants to act like a baby, Zhu Jianshu couldn't help laughing, and picked up the child, "Let me see how heavy it is, um, it's really a little heavier." After weighing it with a humanoid scale, he came to a conclusion .

After all, the cook hired by Your Majesty is still useful, but if he didn't take care of it, and the stomach was broken, it would definitely be worth the candle.

An Xinglan, who was being hugged, smiled crisply, "Uncle Zhang cooks delicious food, and senior brother often comes to eat, okay? I like to eat with senior brother."

These words made Zhu Jianshu's eyes glow with warmth, "Okay."

Heck, given the thousand-year-old crow feather fruit, the master who invited Chef Zhang back did not treat him like this. There is no harm if there is no comparison.

Zhu Jianshu didn't put An Xinglan down either, but carried him back, "When Tuantuan grows older, I can't act like a baby and let senior brother hug me."

Zhu Jianshu imagined what his children would look like when they grow up. It is said that some children were very good when they were young, but they hated dogs when they grew up.

But Zhu Jianshu thinks that Tuantuan definitely won't.Looking forward to it that way.