Yuanshin: A big gift every week

Ying and Noelle are concerned about Fengqing.

The latter waved his hand, and he said:

"It's not stock shake, it's rock and roll, it's music, the sound it makes is very exciting."

"Oh, it's all the same. Sometimes when I go to Xin Yi's performance and see her back from behind, it's really shaking her ass."

Xiang Ling disagreed with this, saying:

"The word 'roll' is ugly, but 'stock' is better, image."

"...Okay, people who are engaged in rock and roll, when they perform, their movements are indeed very wide."

After Feng Qing brought down half a bowl of white jade soup, he began to recall Xin Wei's appearance.

'The skin is a little tanned and looks healthy.The hairstyle is very unrestrained, holding a bass in his hand, revealing smooth bronze thighs...o looks a bit like a fox and a cat, and Xiangling is an elemental ability of the same attribute. '

He recalled Xin Jiao's appearance for a while, and Xiangling stopped talking about fried butterflies, but started to talk about crispy rice:

"Noelle, do you want to ask where the crispy rice came from? What is this...? Let me think about it. It rained suddenly that day, and I wanted to pick "glass bags", so I walked halfway through the wind and rain, and I was already tired and tired. Hungry."

"For some reason, I ran into a certain cave in a daze, but saw that there was a shrine in the cave. So I sat down by the shrine and took out two spicy pork buns from my bag. One, she wolfed it down; the other, she put it in front of the shrine. I wanted to rest for a while before eating, but fell asleep in a daze. When I woke up, the spicy pork buns had disappeared. A "mysterious creature "Squat down and watch me."

When Xiangling mentioned this, Paimon was startled:

"What? Are you going to tell a ghost story? If I don't listen, I won't listen. I'm afraid of ghosts the most."

"Oh, Paimeng, don't make trouble, listen to Xiangling continue."

Yingmei was listening well when she was suddenly interrupted by Paimeng.

"It's okay, Paimon, you can continue to eat."

"I thought about where I was talking, oh, yes, the "mysterious creature" squatted beside me and looked at me, and then I asked it: "Is it delicious?anything else? "It nodded immediately, and the next thing was much simpler. Wherever I went, the rice crust followed me, and I was inseparable..."

After Xiangling's story was finished, he stroked the fluff on the back of the crust, giving everyone time to digest.

About ten seconds passed, and Yingmei tentatively looked at the doll-shaped crust:

"Isn't this a bit too... sloppy."

The unknown creature, who doesn't know any of its origins, likes to eat the dishes made by Xiangling, so it has been inseparable from it.

No matter how you think about it, it feels too hasty.

'Hey, am I scolding myself? '

Yingmei suddenly looked at Paimon with her amber-like eyes, who looked 'harmless to humans and animals'.

'Well, I'm not qualified to say that myself. '

Xiangling, who didn't know what Yingmei was thinking, shook her head optimistically,

"It's not sloppy. The rice crust will follow me if it likes the dishes I cook. This shows that it is also keen on cooking and has the same personality as me. Are you right, the rice crust?"

Guoba seemed to understand Xiangling's words, "the tiger's body shook immediately" in response, and then...? There is no more, after all, it can't speak yet..

And Feng Qing, after knowing that the rice crust is the demon god, is considering whether to tell Xiangling about it, so that she can be mentally prepared.

Most of the food on the table, including the drinks that Fengqing brought out, went into Paimon's stomach, and he didn't eat much.

The three girls were also chatting, and they all just ate a few bites casually.

"Have you lost your appetite? Fengqing, you haven't eaten much since just now. Xiangling's dishes are delicious."

When Paimon was seven or eight percent full, she realized that Feng Qing hadn't eaten much.

This is a problem. After all, the current location is a scenic relic, with fresh air, sunny weather, beautiful environment, exquisite dishes, and sour drinks. Why don’t you move your chopsticks.

Little Paimon really thought so.

"Talk, is it because my cooking doesn't suit Fengqing's taste?"

The fiery Xiangling who was chatting also noticed Paimon's question. She thought that the home-cooked dishes she made didn't taste to Fengqing's taste.

Yingmei and Noelle also cast concerned glances.

"no."

Feng Qing touched the ornament on Paimon's head, and said:

"I just learned about Guoba's life experience, and I was thinking about telling you the truth."

He was directly facing what Xiang Ling said.

"The life experience of Guoba? Really? Really? Feng Qing, what kind of creature is it? If someone asks me the same question again in the future, I can tell it directly." Facing Feng who knew the life experience of Guoba Qing, Yingmei's eyes flickered a little.

'It should be the message obtained from the 'Dark Goddess Star Rod'. ''

Feng Qing told her before, but she couldn't use it.

"Yes, the rice cracker should be the Demon God of the Stove, and it is the same existence as Zhong...Dijun. Its name should be Maxius...Why the rice cracker became like this, I don't know yet."

The information that the star stick can get is still too little, and I don't know how to unlock it.

Chapter 330 Eight: Xiangling's Map (ask for tickets and flowers)

As soon as the starry sky stick was mentioned, Feng Qing suddenly thought of Mona, what she said and the research she mentioned, namely:

The Dark Goddess Star Rod is definitely not that simple, and it is very likely related to star divination.

'Or, after opening the gift bag in two days, teleport back to Mond to meet her? '

By the way, I haven't seen Mona for a while, and I don't know if she is doing well now.

So does Captain Qin, and so does Miss Lisa.

Feng Qing sat in his seat thinking about something, while the parties present, Xiang Ling and Ying Mei, were all shocked by the information he just said.

Crispy rice is a demon god?

The Demon God of the Stove?

Maxius?

In other words, this is an existence with the same status as the sea demon god Oser?

Both Yingmei and Noelle couldn't believe it. After all, the rice crust looks...so cute, like a little bear doll.

Can walk, eat, and breathe fire, but can't speak, and looks very short, is it really o.? Demon God?

"The crispy rice can be a demon god, then..."

Yingmei secretly glanced at Paimeng from the corner of her eye.

'Well, the devil doesn't necessarily have to be huge and ugly like Oser, but there are also cute and cute types. '

The most shocking thing here is Xiangling,

"Devil... Demon God? Pork... Pork?"

She didn't doubt the information Feng Qing said, after all... After all, he swallowed the entire giant sea beast... the demon god, maybe... no one knows the demon god better than him, right?Even so, Xiangling quickly returned to its original appearance:

"Is that so? I see, thank you for the information, Feng Qing, but the rice crust is my good friend, can...o can you please don't eat it

Her current relationship with Feng Qing is still at the level of ordinary friends.

Her father also reminded her not to provoke Feng Qing, so her tone became pleading.

Guoba has been with her for quite a long time.

Faced with Xiangling's entreaty, Feng Qing, who was thinking east and west, came back to his senses. He was stunned for a moment, and then said the last sentence:

"I'm not a big villain, how could I eat the crispy rice?"

Although it is indeed delicious, but now is not the time to mention this.

Yingmei, Noelle, and even the silent Paimon all became surprised.

But he didn't say anything, Feng Qing was quite good for his own people.

"Really? That would be great, thank you."

Xiangling's eyes brightened while holding the rice crust,

'Sure enough, the rumors of the neighbors are all rumors. How could Feng Qing be a villain? I was misled. '

In her heart, she was very grateful to Feng Qing for showing mercy, after all, she could guess that Feng Qing devouring the demon god in the sea must be beneficial to him.

And there should be something he wants in Guoba.

Because of Fengqing not eating crispy rice, Xiangling's favorability towards him gradually increased.

Yingmei and Noelle also breathed a sigh of relief.

After the meal, it is their own free time.

It is 01:30 noon.

The grateful Xiangling took the initiative to help Fengqing make sweet flower drinks, which was regarded as a gesture of favor, even if she and Guoba were also greedy.

Noelle was picking up the leftovers, Paimon was looking for butterflies to play with, Yingmei and Fengqing were leaning against the maple tree and chatting.

After having a full meal at noon, the weather is so hot that people don't want to do anything, they just want to find a cool place to rest.

"Is rice crust really a demon god? If it is really a demon god, how did it become like this?"

She was very puzzled, since the Demon God and the Demon God are called Demon Gods, at least they are at a height untouchable by ordinary people, and they must also have arrogance and dignity.

But she didn't see anything on the rice crust, she didn't find anything, she was fluffy, and she swayed when she walked, as if she was drunk.

"This...it's a bit hard to say. Isn't there an old saying in Liyue? The face is born from the heart. Since it looks like this, doesn't it mean that its heart is also like this? Maybe it's a good god."

It was Fengqing's first positive evaluation of a demon god. Of course, he might be talking nonsense, after all, the rice crust gave him a good sense, and he could touch it, too.

"Faces come from the heart? Maybe? Hmm..."

Yingmei was about to say something, but she felt the touch on her leg. When she lowered her head, she saw Fengqing's right hand.

"No, they're still here..."

She took Feng Qing's salty pig's hand away, but was climbed up again.

Noelle, Paimon, and Xiangling were still doing their own things not far away.

And...? And... in the wild, she can't accept it for the time being, that's why Yingmei's attitude is so firm.

"Is that so? Really don't want to try?"

Feng Qing, who teased Yingmei so much, also calmed down a little, and then leaned close to her earlobe, and after saying a few words, the latter's face began to turn red.

Yingmei blamed Fengqing, hummed softly, then stood up, patted the dust on her pants, she was going to play with Paimon.

Ignore you.

Yingmei looked shy, Feng Qing smiled the whole time.

About 5 minutes later, Xiangling came over and handed him a glass of freshly made juice.

Guoba, who followed her, also took a small cup.

After all, its hands are too small.

"Well, it tastes good, is it boiled?"

Feng Qing took a proper sip, the sweet and slightly sour taste is very refreshing, and a little apple juice should be added.

"That's right, only the decoction method can get the juice quickly, and the sweet flower is more inclined to herbal medicine."

Listening to Xiang Ling's explanation, Feng Qing rolled his eyes, and then took out a manual juicer from the space bar.

The concept of a juice extractor was actually proposed long ago on the Tivat continent.

It is said that it was produced by 827 at Zhidong.

The juicer on Liyue's side is made of wood and ore.

Fengqing bought one when he saw it was suitable at the market, and now he suddenly remembered, he should give this machine to Xiangling.

"Hey, Fengqing, have you gone to the market?"

As for the juicer, Xiangling has also seen it, and thinks that this kind of thing is more convenient than manual pounding, but the price is too expensive, she can't afford it at all, and she doesn't want to buy it.

"I'll drop by to see if there's anything new. I'll give you this juicer. It's small and easy to carry, but it can also squeeze out a glass of juice."

Seeing the movement on Xiangling's face, Feng Qing forced the machine to her.

After all, a lively and cheerful Xiangling can always make him relax.