Ling Xiaotu walked as gently as possible and walked to the bathroom in another room. The morning sun was not too strong and warmed Ling Xiaotu who had just woken up.
No, she simply opened the curtain that blocked the sun, looked at the beautiful flowers and trees in the sky garden, and felt much more relaxed.
She squeezed some toothpaste onto her toothbrush and started washing her face in the mirror. As her mouth opened, the white toothpaste foam broke apart due to the movement. It was so fragile.
In fact, her life is so fragile in the hands of Xuanyuan Xuantian.[
Ling Xiaotu thought to herself that as a monster, she couldn't die so easily before the guards found her!
She smiled at herself in the mirror:
Don't let too much yesterday take up your today!
From today on I will be a happy monster!
Ling Xiaotu went downstairs, turned around and walked directly into the restaurant on the first floor to prepare breakfast. She had plenty of time to prepare for Xuanyuan Xuantian who had not yet gotten up. She scooped some white rice and washed out the impurities in the rice.
Washed it gently.
Next, using the time of preparing the ingredients, soak the washed white rice in water, so that the porridge will have the thick and smooth gelatinous texture between water and rice.
Ling Xiaotu washed some green onions, picked the leaves, cut them into small pieces, and set them aside. She drained the rice soaking water, added an appropriate amount of olive oil, and stirred until every grain of rice was discernible.
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She put all the prepared rice in a small pot, poured boiling water into a spoon, put it on the rice grains, slowly poured it into the pot, and placed the oil that had just been kneaded on the rice to drain out.
Ling Xiaotu turned on the fire and started cooking porridge. She had nothing to do, so she moved a bench over and sat in front of the porridge, watching the flames jumping on the wall of the pot. She walked slowly around to make the rice fragrant.
A little bit seeped out and floated in the air.
Ling Xiaotu looked at the time, stood up, turned off the fire, and opened the lid. Bubbles were still fluttering around the porridge soup. It was very pleasant. The white and thick consistency was just right - a pot of fragrant and smooth soup.
The porridge is ready.
Ling Xiaotu placed two full bowls of white porridge on the tray, placed the tableware on the dining table, sprinkled two green scallions on the white porridge with ingredients, and then went upstairs to call the ancestor.