Half a basket of mushrooms and five spiritual stones.
Hu Qing was happy, and he probably understood that the harder and more dangerous the things are, the higher the price they can be sold for.
When he got home, Hu Qing took out all the spirit stones. He said they were all, but in fact they were only fifteen pieces. The rest were replaced with spirit beads, and there were not many spirit beads. After all, the people in this yard were so good at eating.
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The fifteen spiritual stones did not include the one given by the old Taoist priest. Hu Qing decided to pass that spiritual stone on as a family heirloom to tell future generations to do good deeds and accumulate virtue. Well, future generations will have to rely on Hu Nuan's efforts.
The spirit stone was put away and Hu gently washed it. He washed his hands several times before going to look at Huahua. Hu Nuan said that this was the little baby of the family and had the same surname as theirs.
Huhuahua.
Green flowers sound better than it.
No, it's him, a serious member of the family.
Hu Huahua is still sleeping. She has not woken up since she came to this house. A thin quilt with small white flowers on a blue background is covering her body. What Hu Nuan wants is a small pink quilt, so Hu Qing bought some pink cloth.
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"There must be lace." Hu Nuan requested.
Let Hu Qing do it. Hu Qing decisively refused. Just kidding, she didn’t even do it for her daughter, but for a dog? Zhenjun Erlang’s roaring dog? For Hu Huahua’s physical and mental health, she decisively made a small one with a blue background.
Quilt.
Our family doesn't have a bad habit of spoiling our children.
Qiao Yu: Are you sure?
Hu Qing: I am a scientific parent.
Hu opened the dog's mouth with ease, scooped up milk with a small spoon and dripped it in. This was yesterday's milk. It shouldn't have gone bad today, right?
Hu Huahua: I am not a dog. Also, this milk is smelly. Please change it to something fresh.
Hu Qing put down the spoon and touched the dog's body, worried: "Why doesn't it grow a little bit of meat? When can it be put into the oven if this continues?"
Hu Huahua:!!!
"Or - I fed it wrong? Should I feed it meat?"
Hu Qing thinks about this question seriously. No matter what kind of animal's cub, the early childhood period is the golden period of growth. It is not said that every day is the same, but it cannot not change at all.
I'm pretty sure this is a living thing, not plastic or plush.
She went to the vegetable market, wandered in front of the meat stall, and finally bought a piece of beef.
Oh, Hu Nuan hasn't eaten it yet, so he got the dog cheap first.
Chop it finely, cook it into porridge, heat it up, gently pry open the dog's mouth, and put a little bit in.
She wasn't sure if such a small thing couldn't eat meat - then she would find a geomantic spot in the yard to bury it, just in time to teach her daughter about life and death.
Hu Huahua: If you are alive, you will grow meat in the oven, if you are dead, you will be buried in a pit and used as a teaching material. Anyway, I will be used thoroughly.
The dog squirmed in his mouth, and the meat foam went into his esophagus.
Hu Qing fed another half spoonful, and the dog swallowed it automatically.
"I understand, this is also a meat-eating master." Hu Qing laughed angrily: "It's not that the whole family doesn't belong to the same family, right? Yes, they are all little ancestors, just raise them."
She didn't care about a puppy. She was very happy to see that it knew it was eating. She didn't dare to feed him more than half a bowl.
Nodding the dog's head: "Wake up soon, I'll sell you if you're not cute enough."
What does Hu Nuan like? Just two words: cute. If you want to survive here, please act cute and show off your cuteness. This is how Hu Nuan’s mother shows you the way to survive out of her compassion.
The next day, the dog's eyes opened, with black eyeliner, a pair of big, round, transparent and golden eyes, and bright black pupils.
An old man like Hu Qing, who has gone through complex experiences, feels helpless and pitiful for the little thing, whose big watery eyes reveal the heart of a girl.
"What are you looking at? What are you looking at? What are you looking at? Hahaha." Hu Qing hugged Hu Huahua and spun around.
"Huahua, you are so beautiful. Mom likes you so much. My sister definitely likes you more. Wait, mom will cook some meat for you."
It's so cute, so adorable, and the little thing's beautiful big eyes are so beautiful that it makes her heart beat.
Shui Xin: It’s just that the monk doesn’t eat meat.
The eyes were opened, but the little thing had no strength. It lay obediently in the small bamboo basket, covered with a small flower quilt, with its big eyes open. The weak and pitiful appearance was exactly the same as when Hu Nuan was a child. Especially those clean eyes.
When he looks at you with blank eyes, you are his whole world.
Hu Qing had no resistance. He didn't go out for a day and spent all his time cultivating a relationship with the little thing. The key point was to tell him that he has a sister named Hu Nuan who will be back in two days. From now on, you will love each other and become a family.
In the whole day, the little thing only ate one bowl of meat porridge.
Hu Qing decided not to go out for the past few days. The meat of pigs, cattle, sheep, chickens, ducks and geese was rotated. He found that the little thing loved meat and was not picky about what kind of meat he ate.
"You are easier to raise than your sister. Your sister doesn't eat beef." Hu Qing was used to talking to Hu Huahua as a person.
She unwraps the shredded chicken. Hu Nuan will be back today. She won't eat much at night, so she will make some shredded chicken porridge.
When Hu Nuan came back and saw Hu Huahua opening her eyes, the little girl burst out screaming and jumping up and down.
"Huahua is so beautiful, I really like Huahua."
Hu Huahua looked at her quietly, her eyes full of curiosity. Is this her sister? Well, her smell is very familiar, just like "mother", warm and sweet.
"Huahua, I am sister, and sister likes you so much."
Hu Nuan gently held its little face with her little hands, and kissed Hu Huahua like Hu Qing did to her: "Huahua, my sister likes you. When you run away, I will take you to play."
Hu Nuan's childish smile was reflected in Hu Huahua's pure eyes.
Hu Qing walked in and said with a smile: "Good boy, my brother is still young, don't touch him, he needs to sleep more."
Hu Nuan said: "Brother?"
Hu Qing nodded: "Yes, he is a younger brother."
She hadn't noticed it before because she was worried that she wouldn't be able to keep it alive. Now that the little thing came back to life, she checked it out and found out, well, she was pretty sure it was a boy.
Hu Nuan let out a long sigh: "Brother, I can't wear a small skirt."
"Who said that? Have you forgotten the album of world customs that your mother read with you before? There is a country where only men wear skirts. Moreover, our ancients also wore skirts." Hu Qing paused: "By the way,
Your master also wears a skirt."
Hu Nuan was stunned for a moment. What his master was wearing seemed different from his own.
"What's different? Isn't it a straight skirt with a slit?"
Qiao Yu:...
Hu Nuan: "Then my brother can also wear a skirt. Mom, I want a bow."
Hu Qing: "Okay, mom will make it for you."
Qiao Yu: Who said you can’t tolerate children?
Hu Qing: A little thing like a bow tie is called habit? How much do you lack love?
This week, Hu Nuan brought back fried goods, fried meatballs, fried vegetable balls, fried tofu balls, fried chicken and fish nuggets, crispy pork, spring rolls with lotus root and French fries, and so on.
The first thing Hu Nuan did when he returned to his sect was: "Master, teach me the art of controlling fire."
Qiao Yu looked at the deep-fried food she served and understood, it wouldn't taste good without heating, right?
All the initiative is spent on eating.
Hu Nuan also shared good news: "I have a younger brother."
Qiao Yu was stunned. His apprentice's mother, Mrs. Hu, turned out to be pregnant? She happened in two days? Well, as Hu Nuan's master, shouldn't I give her a gift?
