It is said that this crap has counterattacked again!

Chapter 233 233. The Story-Writing Fruit
With the active work of Xiaobai and the others, the ingredients were processed quickly.At this time, even the fire in the kitchen stove was ready.

After processing the last fish, Leng Yan looked at the extremely hot fire on the stove, and couldn't help but drive the few people around the kitchen out, "I'll do it here, you guys go out first."

"Let's go, my brother doesn't like people around when cooking, it will affect his performance." Leng Ling thoughtfully pulled Xiao Bai out the door, Leng Yan turned around and closed the kitchen door.

"Why does he have to close the kitchen door while cooking, isn't it boring?" Xiao Bai was puzzled.

"Maybe... it's my brother who doesn't want to ruin his image?" Leng Ling rubbed his chin, thinking for a while.

Well, that makes sense...

But, wouldn't you be suffocated to death in the kitchen with the door closed?
Back then, when Tang Wei cooked vegetables with the doors and windows open, the whole room was full of smoke.

Later, it also tried to cook it by itself once, just boiled an egg noodle. When frying the egg, it almost burned itself to death!
Since then, Tang Xiaobai never tried cooking lightly again. As the saying goes, not all foodies know how to cook!
Probably, most foodies don't.

This is what Tang Wei said, and Xiaobai thinks it is very reasonable.

"Let's go, let's go and play with Fairy Tang Wei!" Leng Ling has long been used to Leng Yan's little cooking habit, she grabbed the fruit flying in the air, jumped into the house, and made a crisp sound as she walked. Shouted, "Sister, Sister Fairy, what are you doing?"

No one in the house answered.

Opening the door and looking, the whole room is empty, it seems that Tang Wei has already left the door.

"Don't look for her, let's go play!" Seeing that Tang Wei was not there, Xiao Bai couldn't help but flew to the kitchen door, lingering, Leng Ling hesitated for a moment, and followed, "But, we didn't mean to find Tang Wei Fairy?"

In the kitchen, there was a sound of "chachacha" cooking, followed by a burst of food fragrance flying out from the gap in the kitchen window.

"Smell, it's so fragrant!" Smelling the scent, Xiaobai's saliva and tears flowed down, and the window was closed by Leng Yan. At this moment, Xiaobai's whole body was almost stuck to the kitchen wall. On the foggy frosted window.

"Nothing!" Leng Ling stood on tiptoe angrily, stretched out his hand and gently twisted its ear, "I'm asking you something!"

Only then did Xiao Bai wake up from the delicious influence, stretched out his paws to wipe the drool from the corner of his mouth, put his face on it again, and asked Leng Ling vaguely, "Ha, what did you just say?"

"I said, didn't we say we were going to find Fairy Tang Wei?" Leng Ling pouted, and asked again patiently.

"Ah, this... Tang Wei is not here, so she must have gone to practice, we don't need to worry about her." Xiaobai answered in a coping manner, trying to inhale the strong fragrance in the air, and couldn't help but mutter, "Daddy!" Ice, when can we have dinner!"

"Kang Dang..." Suddenly, Xiao Bai seemed to hear something dropped in the kitchen, followed by Leng Yan's angry voice, "Get out, don't eat tonight if you stick at the door again."

"Idiot, let's go, brother is angry, let's go!" Seeing this, Leng Ling hurriedly pulled Xiao Bai past him, and walked into the house as if flying.

"Hey, are you back?" In the room, Guoguo was holding a handsome small brush, writing and drawing, with a serious and composed expression.

"Wow, your handwriting is so beautiful!" Leng Ling jumped up and ran to Guoguo, and only then did she see what she wrote:
[Once upon a time, there was a deserted palace, and a little princess lived in the palace.

The royal palace has been abandoned for nearly a hundred years, and the flowers and plants in the palace have spread wantonly because no one repaired them.

The little princess has loved singing since she was a child. Her singing voice is clear and sweet, just like a nightingale.

The princess has never stepped out of the closed palace. Every day, she can only be accompanied by flowers and birds, day after day, year after year, spring and winter come, cold and heat alternate.

The little bird came and went, but the little princess never grew up, she always kept the appearance of five or six years old.

Until one day, a down-and-out hunter accidentally broke into the palace.It was cold winter, most of the flowers and plants in the palace were withered, and the birds also flew to the warm south for the winter. There was only the little princess in the palace, baking sweet potatoes in the kitchen. 】

This is the end of the story.

Obviously, this is a fairy tale.And it is a fairy tale written by Guoguo.At this time, the paper in front of Guoguo has already written about two-thirds, and the rest of the space, it is earnestly drawing illustrations for the story.

Guoguo's painting skills seem to be immature, but she will paint every stroke very seriously.At this moment, it is outlining a picture of a little princess baking sweet potatoes.

"Wow, it's a good read, and I'm really looking forward to the next article. Fairy Guoguo, is this a story you wrote yourself? When will you continue writing the story?" After reading the page of fairy tales written by Guoguo, Leng Ling's eyes lit up. He got up and stared at Guo Guo who was quietly drawing pictures on the table.

"Do you like this story? This is the first time anyone has read a fairy tale I wrote. Before that, I was always worried that I couldn't write it well..." Seeing that Leng Ling liked it, Guoguo was extremely excited. into the room,
After a while, it took out several booklets and handed them to Leng Ling carefully, "This is what I wrote before, and they are all fairy tales I imagined. I don't know if you like it or not."

"Wow, that's a lot!" Leng Ling's eyes lit up immediately, he hurriedly reached out to take the booklet in Guoguo's hand, opened it, and found that there were some fairy tales with illustrations.

It can be seen that Guoguo has put a lot of thought into it.Leng Ling hugged the book and sat on the bench beside him, read it with relish, and exclaimed while reading.

"Wow, the princess escaped!"

"Damn it, she was caught by a witch."

"Wow, the prince finally came, woohoo, they kissed, so sweet~"

"Ah, this description is so realistic. If I can, I really want to go to this place with my brother in the future, oh no, there is also Tang Weiguoguo and the others..."

.........

In the room, Leng Ling's excited voice kept coming out, and Guoguo couldn't help but stop writing. Seeing Leng Ling happy, it also felt inexplicably happy.

Maybe this is the feeling of being liked by others, which is wonderful.

"A Ling, what are you looking at? It's time to eat." Unknowingly, Leng Yan cooked the meal, watched Leng Ling read seriously, and couldn't help shaking the dish in her hand in front of her.Soon, the whole room was filled with the aroma of the food.

"Oh, it's time to eat, it's time to eat, dinner is finally ready!" Xiao Bai hurriedly jumped onto the table, staring at the dish in Leng Yan's hand, his eyes constantly turning with the movements of his hands.

"Well, you guys eat first, I'll finish this first." Leng Ling responded in a low voice, and then buried his head in the book again.

"If she doesn't eat, let's eat, big ice cubes, you are hungry too, let's eat~" Xiao Bai slowly flew to Leng Yan's side, his whole face was almost on the plate.

"Go away, it's all hair." Leng Yan cast a disgusted glance at Xiao Bai, and decisively threw it away.

"Leng Ling, you still said that your brother is not fierce..." Xiao Bai began to look at Leng Ling with teary eyes, complaining wrongly.

Leng Ling continued to turn the pages of the book without raising his head, "My brother is naturally the most gentle, he is only gentle to those who deserve his tenderness!"

"So, why doesn't Xiao Ling come over for dinner?" Facing Leng Ling, Leng Yan immediately changed into a gentle big brother, with a warm smile unconsciously on the corner of his mouth.

(End of this chapter)