"Mom, this is the monster you picked up." Hu Nuan ran to the backyard: "Uncle, I'm back."
Shui Xin was working on the skeleton, making the bones as clean and shiny as gold and stone. He nodded, not expecting you to come back at all.
Hu Qing smiled and looked at him.
Shui Xin stood up and said, "Give me your Buddhist beads and I will practice them."
Hurry up and contact me, mother and daughter, and let me tell you stories every night. I have read the little monk's sutras all the time.
The two of them took off the Buddhist beads from their necks, and Shui Xin took them upstairs to get Hu Huahua's, and disposed of them together.
When she came back, Hu Nuan was already jumping happily among the bones on the ground: "Mom, Mrs. Bones."
Hu Qing put away the water center that had been taken care of, and then neatly arranged the others to make room for Hu Nuan to play.
Hu Nuan climbed up to the tree house: "Mom, can I use these bones to build the tree house and corridor?"
"No." Hu Qing refused directly: "This is our secret, no one can tell it, not your master, not your good friend."
Hu Nuan said: "Mom, I have so many secrets."
Hu Qing immediately felt heartbroken. There were so many secrets. Don’t stress the child so that he doesn’t grow taller.
"You can talk to mom."
Hu Nuan:...Isn't that still a secret? It is the secret between the two of us.
Hu Qing can't help it, otherwise hypnosis will make Hu Nuan forget the past? What's more, what if it hurts the child's brain.
Seeing Shuixin coming over, she asked Hu Nuan to calm down: "Come with me to make matcha cake. When you grow up, you can't just eat and do nothing. Learn to do housework from your mother."
Hu Nuan felt a pain in his face, he is still a baby.
Shui Xin laughed: "I want to eat too."
Hu Qing: "There are eggs in it."
Shui Xin: "I want something without eggs."
Hu Qing's mouth twitched. Would you like a cup of tea?
Hu Qing took Hu Nuan into the kitchen, and agreed to help. The little man followed for a while and heard that Hu Huahua was sick, so he ran upstairs and never came down.
Hu Qing shook her head, she could only be a hard-working old mother herself.
Modern matcha is cumbersome to make, and not all tea leaves can be used. Hu Qing agreed, but she was actually unsure. At worst, the matcha cake would not be as delicious as the fruit cake. If she dares to make a fuss, let her do it herself.
Therefore, Hu Qing dotes on his children most of the time, but sometimes he also adheres to the saying: I am your mother.
It happened that the gifts given to her by the ladies from the Hehuan Sect included tea leaves, a set of more than a dozen small cans, with all kinds of tea in it. They were all good teas. She chose the green one with a fragrant smell, and hesitated for a moment.
, I took a handful and used my spiritual power to shake it into powder, then brewed a cup. I saw that the color was uniform and bright green with no sediment, and the taste was not astringent at all, so I used it directly.
I guess because this is spiritual tea, there is no need for those complicated steps to improve the quality.
Being spiritual means being convenient. The tiring manual work of beating eggs can be done in one minute. Hu gently puts the cake embryo into the oven, mixes the cream, and goes upstairs to watch it warm.
Hu Nuan was lying on the thick carpet in Hu Huahua's room, flipping through a book. Hu Nuan took a quick look and saw that it was the book full of unscientific creatures that he bought for the first time.
Teasing her: "How many do you know?"
Hu Nuan: "Oh, Mom, I can just look at it myself."
What this means is, I don’t know anyone.
Hu Qing firmly believed that the things on it were all graffiti.
She sat next to Hu Nuan and lay down on her side. She put the little man into her arms and patted her gently on the back: "You went to Lone Light City too?"
Hu Nuan turned around with a swish, her eyes wide and bright: "Mom, we found the baby."
As soon as the chatter box was opened, Hu Nuan stared into her eyes, talking and talking, and Hu Nuan had to look at her without turning his face.
Hu Qingbian listened attentively and responded with a "hmm". He was surprised to hear that they had discovered a secret passage in the deputy city lord's mansion.
"It was said that there was some kind of mine down there, and the sect master was very happy. He said he would reward us, but later he stopped rewarding us. Your words don't count." Hu Nuan finally finished speaking, and after taking a breath, he added: "Master also said before.
Even if you give me and my mother beautiful dresses, your words won’t count.”
Hu Qing's face turned green when she heard this, and she was so frightened that she put a hand on Hu Nuan's butt: "Shut up. I don't want it. Your master and I are strangers. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter at all. I don't want it."
Don't give it to him either. Don't cause trouble for me."
Oh my god, give me a skirt. A man gives a skirt to a woman. It’s so scary, especially if it happens to her. No, it’s absolutely not allowed!
Hu Nuan was stunned: "Mom, don't you like it?"
Hu Qing: "Mom likes to have it herself and doesn't need others to give it to her."
Hu Nuan sniffed: "What about me?"
"Your master is your master, you can accept it. If mom has a master, it's okay for the master to give it to mom."
Hu Nuan: "Master can also be my mother's master."
Hu Qing: "...In short, no. Don't mention this matter again, and don't mention it to your master again. It would be embarrassing."
Could it be that there are too few clothes? Hu Qing decided to start smelting clothes. He wanted his daughter to have the most luxurious dressing room. The behavior of asking others for beautiful clothes must be suppressed.
When it was time to bake the oven, Hu Qing came down. Hu Nuan hugged Hu Huahua and followed behind. Hu Qing turned around and said, "Why are you holding him?"
Hu Nuan said: "I am a sister and I want to share."
"He is asleep and can't wake up."
"Huahua can't eat it, but it's okay to smell it."
"..."
Whatever, let's see what kind of sibling relationship you can cultivate.
Hu Qing made the matcha cake, let Hu Nuan paint the flowers by himself, and went next door to make the crystal cake for Shui Xin.
When Shui Xin came to the front, he looked at his plate and then at the big cake in front of Hu Nuan, feeling sad.
Hu Qing said coldly: "Just be content, Hu Huahua can only smell it."
Shui Xin had nothing to say, okay, he was content.
Hu Nuan pitied her uncle: "You can't eat eggs, and you can't eat meat. My uncle is just like a rabbit."
Shui Xin: "..."
Hu Nuan said: "At least it's better than pandas, which only eat bamboo."
He obviously has a carnivorous stomach, but he only eats bamboo. Is he willing to admit defeat?
Shui Xin: "Panda?"
Hu Nuan: "It's a panda, with a white body, black eyes, ears, hands and feet."
Hu Qing added: "It's an animal in the mortal world, very cute."
Shui Xin nodded: "There are many monsters that grow into black and white, and they all eat meat." After that, he said: "I will use the refining room later. Hu Qing, you don't want to learn contortion, I will teach you
, you guys should study it together."
Hu Nuan looked at Hu Qing, and Hu Qing said, "Eat."
The contortion technique is very simple. Shui Xin showed it to Hu Qing and taught her to recite the formula: "Okay, I'm going to get busy."
Hu Qing couldn't come to his senses. Is this called soft body? This is called torturing yourself!
Hu Nuan was also watching, pulling her hand: "Mom, do I want to learn this?"
It's so scary. My uncle has shrunk himself into a round ball, just like his bare head.
