"Parent Lord, where did you find the bucket?" Ye Ming squatted beside the basin, stretched out his hand to touch the few small eyes. The water stains in his hand were sticky, and they looked like oil. Can this be eaten?

Cai Xiaotu looked at the oil and water like gold: "Of course it was prepared by the old housekeeper, and I was also puzzled. Just your technology here can make a few eyes on such thick copper!" Although it was backward in ancient times, it was still omnipotent, and sometimes even more detailed than machines.

Ye Xiu explained while playing with high-fives: "Did you forget? The Medicine King is good at using flying nails. Not to mention this bucket, even if he takes action, he can make holes even if he takes action!"

"So amazing!" Cai Xiaotu sincerely admired these martial arts masters.

The five people laughed and made the first vegetable oil, and they were very happy. The relationship that could not be separated was very understandable to people. They depended on each other since childhood and conquered the world together. However, they had never been so harmonious. The palace master in the past was too cold and had a good time with Fan Xiu. He did not like to communicate with others, and his tone was always command-line.

Now everything has changed. The palace master is like their friends, not pretending to be airs, not scolding them, and not punishing them at will, as if the God of happiness suddenly came, wrapping them tightly.

The production of peanut oil completely narrowed the distance between the five people, no longer had any barriers, no longer restrained, and played and made more than all the joys of seventeen years. But the good times will always pass quickly. After almost enough oil, the rabbit will have to play on its own, chop the stuffing, seasoning, and five ways to make buns.

It took four hours to cook and it was divided into three portions. The largest portion was for Ye Yan and the others, a small portion was for Fan Xiu, and the other was for the King of Medicine. The one who was ready to take the largest portion to his subordinate's room, and another portion was handed over to the old housekeeper: "There are labels on it, different flavors, go and wish the owner a good night!"

The old housekeeper didn't take it seriously. After a while, he was just a bun. She could really do anything. I'm afraid she would be completely driven out this time. No one had eaten buns before, especially the owner of the manor, the world's delicacies. He had eaten all kinds of food. In order to repay his life-saving grace, the emperor even sent the imperial chef to the manor.

Just want to pass the little bun? What a joke.

Cai Xiaotu took Fan Xiu and her portion to the door. Looking at the four and a half steamed buns arranged neatly, he knew it was unpalatable. He only ate half a piece. This guy was willing to starve to death and would not go to the kitchen to beg for her alms. Everyone said that he was cooking vegetarian food.

The man was sitting cross-legged on the bed and chanting scriptures silently.

The fifteen Buddhist beads are not round, nor are they made of wood. They are gray and white, but they are like relics that are often played on TV. This thing is very precious and never leaves it. The relics are the bones of monks, right? He actually carries a bunch of bones every day? Hey, so perverted: "Master?"

The big hand that was turning the relics paused, his eyebrows were closed together, as if he was dissatisfied with being disturbed, the bright red characters were slightly deformed, his eyelids were raised, and his black pupils looked down at the ground, and his hands were combined and asked coldly: "Why did the donor visit?"

Cai Xiaotu opened her mouth slightly and looked at the sacred scene blankly. She believed that the soul inside was not Fan Xiu, but any ordinary person would not have such a big impact at this moment.
Chapter completed!