Asking about the fragrance of lotus on the master's body, Qingyin was confused.
Eyelashes as long as feather brushes, blinking, blinking, thinking, how wonderful it would be if I could just stay with the master like this all my life.
"Can the master also cook?" she asked.
The movement on her face paused for a moment, and then she heard Lian say softly: "Yes."
Qingyin laughed, "It turns out that master also eats! I thought gods all ate air."
Lian was startled, and the corners of her lips parted slightly, "As a teacher, I don't eat whole grains."
"But master, doesn't he know how to cook? Since he knows how to cook, why not eat whole grains?" Qingyin wondered.
"This..." Lian was momentarily paused by the question.
It seems that since he appeared in this primitive land, there has never been any grains or grains in his memory.
What I drink on weekdays is the fairy wine made by specially trained people, and the fruits are the best that have been preserved in the fairy world through special methods, blooming for thousands of years and bearing fruit a few years ago.
Qingyin raised her eyes and stared at the master's beautiful face, "Master, I have another question."
"Yes." Lian responded softly, gesturing for her to say.
Qingyin pursed her lips, paused, and asked: "Since the master doesn't eat whole grains, does it mean that he doesn't have to pay tribute? He doesn't have to fart? Are other gods like this too?"
"..."
Lian's face had a strange blush, and she didn't know what to say.
Here, Qingyin continued to talk, "Disciple thought, gods definitely don't need to do these things that cost one's status. But, master... why is your face so red? Do you have a fever?"
Halfway through, Qingyin noticed that the master's face was rosy and somewhat abnormal.
He raised his little hand and covered the master's cheek.
Qingyin moved very quickly and stretched out without any warning.
His hot cheeks were suddenly touched by a cold hand, which was like being poured a basin of cold water on during the sweltering heat of June.
Soon, Lian removed Qingyin's little hand and pushed her out of the door mercilessly: "You go sit outside for a while. When the meal is ready, I will call you again."
Qingyin didn't understand why the master suddenly became cold. She wanted to say something, but saw that the door had been closed.
Inside the door, Lian sighed slightly.
Fortunately, this scene just now was just a child. If it were an adult woman, he really didn't know how to face it.
Sighs sounded in the air again.
Soon, Lian returned to her previous calmness and indifference.
…
Qingyin looked at the four dishes and one soup on the table, her eyes widened in shock.
The dishes are bright in color and fragrant, making you very appetizing just by smelling them.
Just, if she remembers correctly.
Isn't there only half a bag of rice in the kitchen? Moreover, I don't know when this half bag of rice was here.
Fortunately, it was stored properly and no insects grew in the rice vat.
"Master, these dishes were created by your magic, right?" Qingyin swallowed her saliva and looked at the dishes on the table, not daring to eat them.
If it is transformed by magic, if it is eaten in the stomach, it will still be air? Then how can you eat it?
"Master sent it here." Lian said calmly, picking up one of the dishes with chopsticks and placing it into Qingyin's small bowl.
"Uh..." Qingyin blinked, "My disciple has been guarding outside the house and didn't see anyone coming in?"
Lian raised her eyes and glanced at her, not ready to answer her question: "Eat, the food is getting cold."
Just in time, Qingyin's stomach growled.
She touched her belly and smiled awkwardly: "Haha..."