The Witch of Comprehensive Network: From Azeroth to the Classic of Mountains and Seas

Chapter 293 Meal strips? (One update!)

Liucheng
When Yi Xia returned to the basement feeling drunk, the snow outside had stopped.

Through the thick concrete wall, Yi Xia could see the snow-white outside.

The howling cold wind blew by, but was ignored without dignity by the children who were building snowmen.

In the alleys, the staff of the community are organizing people to sweep the snow.

"squeak……"

Yi Xia opened the iron door.

Suddenly, a bitter cold wind blew along the open door.

Sweep away the somewhat turbid atmosphere in the basement.

The rusty iron steps may have dripped some water yesterday.

At this moment, in addition to the snow on the top, there are occasional thin ice underneath.

Yi Xia went straight up.

In an instant, the snow scattered and the ice shattered.

There was a sort of muffled sound from the iron steps.

Standing in the quiet alley, Yi Xia stretched his waist.

For him at this moment, the breath of the earth allows him to subconsciously enter a rather soothing state.

Like a brown bear patrolling its own territory, filled with a kind of leisurely satisfaction.

Of course, if you encounter an intruder.

The situation is pretty much the same...

"Ding dong..."

When the mobile phone that has not been turned on for some time is turned on, there will be a prompt tone for unread information.

Yi Xia looked at it.

Unpaid package deduction information...

Human-to-human communication is always mutual.

When he gradually alienated these social circles, he would naturally be gradually forgotten.

But this does not mean that his bond with the world is weakening.

It's that the original concept of these fetters is no longer a specific person.

Vaguely, Yi Xia felt that he seemed to understand what Zixuan and other Nuwa people called "great love".

However, he felt that he was obviously not that stunned.

Or, pure?
Times are different after all.

Now you can fish freely...

Yi Xia stretched her waist.

The snow with icy scum under his feet creaked and creaked when he stepped on it.

Just when Yi Xia admired the snow scene and was about to go back and open the ancient gate to challenge.

He saw a little face flushed with cold from a distance.

It was Yi Jiao—the girl who was born with clairvoyance.

She saw Yi Xia, waving her left hand cheerfully towards him across the street.

The right hand is carrying a bag of things.

Yi Xia stood still and watched her trot over.

"Brother Yi, you are finally back."

Before Yi Xia ran, Yi Jiao said out of breath.

But his face was still filled with irrepressible joy.

Then he handed the bag in his hand to Yi Xia:
"Here, the dumplings and glutinous rice balls made by my mother."

"I know you will definitely not prepare this specifically."

Yi Xia took it and led her into the house.

For everything, the temperature outside is still very low.

Of course, the temperature in Yi Xia's basement can't be much higher...

He himself doesn't care about these, he just wants to have a place to stay.

But when you have free time, you can find another place to buy it.

In his current state, the basement was indeed relatively cramped.

"squeak……"

The iron door closed slowly, blocking the cold air outside.

Yi Jiao breathed a sigh of relief towards the somewhat ruddy hands.

It looks like it's really freezing.

Yi Xia thought for a while, and took out the dragon head statue from the item backpack.

The dragon head statue itself has the function of regulating temperature.

Of course, Yi Xia has basically never used it.

His current physique is already enough for him to reach the so-called realm of invulnerability to cold and heat.

Yi Jiao rubbed her eyes in confusion.

She just let out a sigh of relief.

Why is there such a big and hideous statue in front of it?

Then, after feeling that the surroundings suddenly began to become warmer.

Yi Jiao was shocked suddenly, realizing what had happened.

"is this real?"

Yi Jiao looked around the dragon head statue with great interest.

I want to reach out to touch it, but I am afraid of its hideous appearance.

"It's fake, it's just a handicraft."

Yi Xia shook his head.

Yi Jiao was a little disappointed when she heard this.

Still, a truly mysterious artifact, beyond the realm of her current knowledge, was enough to pique her interest.

Then in the next moment, Yi Xia paused:

"It's really much bigger than that."

"And it stinks..."

Yi Jiao froze for a moment, just when she was full of boundless interest and exuberant curiosity, and wanted to continue asking Yi Xia about the mysterious domain.

Yi Xia brought her a glass of rather cloudy liquid.

Looks like it might be some sort of drink.

Then, I asked about her exams this year.

This moment brought Yi Jiao's racing thoughts back to reality from the colorful and splendid mysterious world.

For students, the final report card is always the most sobering thing in the world.

Yi Jiao has a kind of fantasy and reality, completing a kind of earthy combination.

There is a feeling of broken painting style.

I always feel that Yi Xia shouldn't ask this, but also feels quite true.

After her vacation, the relatives she met who came to visit would always inevitably ask such a question.

Then, after the mother's proud reply, got a few thumbs up*.

But Yijiao was disappointed.

Because it is still far away from the Peking University that she has been thinking about...

"The exam is...not bad..."

Yi Jiao, who was deeply shocked, said sullenly.

Yi Xia nodded and didn't expand too much on this.

There are naturally differences between teaching the law in a foreign land and teaching the law on the earth.

The former can be more casual, and more often it is just a narration.

Whether the other party can learn, and what happens after learning.

To Yi Xia, she doesn't really care that much.

The latter requires more attention.

At least in terms of xinxing, it is necessary to focus on observation.

It doesn't matter if someone's hair is crooked in the former, anyway, it is the way of the world that "there is a god above the head".

Some small tricks can't make any waves.

In the case of the latter, considering that we are still in the transitional period of the transition from the old to the new.

In related fields, there is still a huge gap.

So even if it is a small technique, you need to be cautious.

When the era is over, it will be a different story.

Of course, what kind of world will be at that time, Yi Xia is quite looking forward to it.

"Brother Yi, what have you been up to lately?"

After a while, Yi Jiao asked while continuing to look at the dragon head statue.

"I got some meal sticks, and I'm going to mix some wine with my friends."

Although the material of ginseng essence has been obtained.

But that was not the main reason for Yi Xia to go.

Now that he accepted the Taoist's dinner, Yi Xia naturally wouldn't push it away.

The main reason is that I drank a lot of wine last time.

This is the first time they met, the Taoist's move can be described as bold.

Naturally, Yi Xia couldn't lose the other party.

Calculate carefully, plus the ginseng essence obtained from challenging the ancient gate.

A pot of witchcraft: Soup is more than enough.

Still have some left over for cooking.

Although it's definitely not a pot.

But judging from the last time, the Taoist is not a big-bellied man.

For him, it was enough.

Meal bars?

Unexpectedly, Brother Yi was also fishing...

Upon hearing this, Yi Jiao imagined a picture of an expert fishing in the snow.

Although the meal strips are small, they are wrapped in flour and deep-fried in wide oil. They are also delicious.

Yi Jiao didn't sit for long, although she was full of curiosity.

But I also know that Yi Xia's time should not be wasted too much.

Before leaving, Yi Xia thought about it, and did not know where to get the bloody fresh meat.

Not much, only the size of a palm.

"This meal stick is so blunt and cut-resistant, you tell your mother to just stew it and drink it in soup."

"If anyone asks, just say I gave it to you."

Afterwards, Yi Xia told Yi Jiao to say.

Yi Jiao nodded, and then took the meat.

I just felt my hand sinking, and I almost missed it.

A piece of meat the size of a palm is like an iron ingot.

What kind of snack is this?
Yi Jiao muttered in her heart.

He didn't ask too much, just nodded and left...

(End of this chapter)