The only way

Chapter 150 White Sugar Cake

The morning light is faint in the sky, and in the morning after rain, the fresh smell of soil and grass leaves is oncoming.

Perhaps after being washed and moistened by the spring rain, the continuous branches and leaves outside the ruined temple are all clear and emerald green. Accompanied by the birdsong in the forest, it is a good morning.

Lively and clean, with a vibrant wood-type aura happily lingering around Lingchu, feeling the joy in the spiritual consciousness, the joy coming from the mountains and blue colors, Lingchu opened his eyes with a face full of comfort.

Qingshang didn't have the slightest wrinkle because of bending her knees against the wall all night. The girl's eyebrows were briskly smiling, she stretched her waist, and the snow-white tiger also stood up beside her, with her two front paws vigorously moving backwards. Stretching.

On the opposite side, the grandparents and grandchildren who woke up early and were grooming were staring blankly at the uniform movements of the man and the beast.

The boy was purely curious, blinking his eyes with a hint of drowsiness, his black eyes fixedly staring at the beautiful sister who had finished stretching, then straightened his arms, left and right, and stared blankly. After staring blankly for a while, facing Shang Lingchu's smiling eyes, the boy giggled crisply.

That beautiful sister is so fun.

The old woman was in deep shock. She had long guessed that the girl and the little snow-white beast on the opposite side must be monks, and their cultivation must be much higher than hers.

But, who can tell her what's going on?

Could it be that she has not been in contact with outside monks for many years, and has never traveled to the cultivation world where monks gather, so she is out of touch with the current cultivation world?

When she was young, the high-level monks she came into contact with, even if they were not aloof, even if they were gentle monks, they all paid great attention to their image, and all of them had the air of a monk.

It can't be said that it is extraordinary and free from vulgarity, but it is still dignified and graceful.

This.
For a moment, the old woman's vigilance towards the unknown young girl's heart inexplicably weakened a lot.

Hearing the crisp laughter of her grandson, the old woman suddenly came back to her senses, patted the boy on the head, and said in a low voice, "What are you laughing at, it's rude, clean up quickly, eat something, and hurry up while the weather is fine Hurry up, if you delay any longer, be careful not to make it in time."

The boy was not afraid of his grandmother, the drowsiness that had dissipated long ago made the boy's eyes sparkle, he covered his head with a smile, hummed twice, and obediently wiped his little face with a white cotton cloth.

Although it is said that magic can remove the dirt all over the body in an instant, it cannot bring the clean and pleasant feeling after washing. Lingchu also likes to take a bath occasionally to condense water to wash his face.

The grandparents on the opposite side, last night at the beginning of the spirit, they caught the old woman using magic to clean her clothes and shoes, so the old woman must be able to remove dust. Now she doesn’t use it. I don’t know if it’s because she’s cautious, or if she’s used to washing like a mortal. , but coincided with Lingchu's thoughts.

For a while, in the ruined temple, the grandfather and grandson washed and ate quietly, while Lingchu and Qingkong also stretched leisurely, and then washed up.

As for the tall young man who came last night, he quietly got up and left when the sky was just turning white.

The extinguished fire had long since been cold, not giving off any heat.

When the tall young man got up to leave, his figure was nimble. For ordinary people, it could be said that he flicked his sleeves lightly without taking away the slightest cloud.

Simply put, it is exceptionally quiet.

However, in the ruined temple, except for the tall and tall young man, all of them were cultivators, either monks or monsters. Needless to say, the tall and tall young man got up and walked.

Just a move of a hand can startle a few people in the ruined temple.

Of course, except for the young boy who is really sleeping.

Therefore, the tall young man thought he left silently, but in fact, Lingchu, Qingkong, and the old woman could see everything clearly and clearly.

What's more, Lingchu was still idle and bored, and his spiritual consciousness followed the tall young man for a while, and finally he was attracted by a beautiful colorful pheasant.

From the looks of it, it seems that the meat is delicious, and it should be good to eat roasted.

Grilled pheasant seems a bit greasy for breakfast.

After being distracted for a while, Lingchu lost the will to continue staring, so he withdrew his consciousness and continued to close his eyes to rest his mind.

After washing up, Lingchu propped his chin, sat on the ground, stared straight at the emptiness in front of him, thinking about what to have for breakfast today.

While thinking, he reached out his consciousness and looked around in several boxes prepared by Sangzi.

Meat, too greasy, vegetables, too vegetarian, porridge, seems good.

Looking at everything, Lingchu made comparisons in his heart.

Qingkong blinked her blue eyes, her little head lay on her master's lap, looking forward to what to eat today.

On the opposite side of the ruined temple, the boy who was eating white sugar cake looked at the beautiful sister on the other side staring straight at him. He paused while eating the white sugar cake with relish, and looked down at his favorite white sugar cake. A blush appeared on his little face.

Pretty sister, do you have something to eat?
The boy's dark eyes glanced at the empty place around Lingchu, it was empty and there was nothing.

Somewhat entangled, he tugged on the greased paper bag, the boy suddenly got up, took two or three steps, and ran to Lingchu.

The moment the old woman lowered her head to eat, she looked up and saw her grandson running in front of that unknown senior, and immediately choked on the dry food in her mouth, neither coughing nor swallowing, but her eyes widened .

"Sister, here, white sugar cake, it's delicious."

The boy's voice was soft and glutinous, and with clean little hands, he carefully separated more than half of the snow-white pastry from the oiled paper bag, and handed it to Lingchu, with a faint pink on his fair and delicate face.

Lingchu blinked her eyes, hey, is it so obvious that she wants to eat?
Looking up, meeting the boy's dark, clear and clean eyes, Lingchu smiled and bent his eyes, paused, and said softly, "Okay, thank you."

Taking the white sugar cake, Lingchu took a bite under the boy's expectant eyes.

Perhaps it has been left for a long time, and it is not as soft as it was when it was just out of the oven, but it is still very sweet. Lingchu's eyebrows and eyes curved, "Delicious!"

Seeing the smile on the beautiful sister's face, the boy also laughed out, revealing a mouthful of white teeth and crooked eyes.

"Wei Ran, come back!"

The old woman finally swallowed and shouted hastily.

The boy looked back at his grandmother, then at Lingchu, and planned to go back obediently.

"and many more."

Lingchu stretched out his hand, grabbed the boy, patted the boy's head with a smile, and handed him something, "I'm giving you a little thing, play with it, as a return gift for sugar cake."

The boy looked at Lingchu's gentle smile, and looked curiously at the thing in his hand. It wasn't money, and it didn't look eye-catching. It should be worthless. That's great. Grandma wouldn't talk about him for such a thing.

You can't take other people's valuable things, and you can't just take them just because you have helped others.

Seeing her grandson being pulled by Lingchu, the old woman was nervous at first, and almost got up and ran over, but she saw that the tall man on the opposite side seemed to have just said a few words, and her grandson came back happily, and she immediately relaxed in one breath.

　I want to eat white sugar cake, the kind just out of the oven, hot, white and soft, sweet, ah, the more I think about it, the more I get greedy, woo woo woo =-=, everyone, come and count tickets, subscribe, tip a reward Ah what, hee hee.

　　
　
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