Time travel: Are you as professional as him in eating dog food?

"Qionghua Soup, you really know how to enjoy it. You can eat it in so many different ways. As expected..."

Wen Baixu gently plucked the petals on his head, placed them in the palm of his hand, and sniffed them carefully.

"It smells really good...but I don't know if I need it..."

[Host, a bowl of magnolia soup requires at least 10 magnolia petals, as well as lotus seeds, red dates, wolfberries, etc.]

"Huh? No way, Mianmian, why are you so active today? Is this fake?"

[How is it possible?]

The originally high-pitched voice suddenly became low and had a secretive feeling, as if it was hiding something.

"That's great. If I find out, you're done..."

Before Wen Baixu finished speaking, he saw a small room beside the main hall. He walked over quickly and was about to push open the door when he heard a crackling sound, as if something had fallen.

He slowly pushed the door open and saw a piece of wood falling into a large pot. The thatch on the roof was scattered all over the place, and dust was everywhere.

"cough cough"

Wen Baixu coughed and covered his nose with his hands to prevent dust from entering his nasal cavity

“What is this…Aaaaaaahh ...

The screams echoed throughout the hut, and the place was not very solid to begin with, and now a few more straws fell on his head.

A golden leaf of grass slid down his hair, and many more lay on his hair.

"Hiss~ Is he a pervert?"

Wen Baixu pointed at the white bones in the pot and kept accusing

[Don't worry, host. You have seen a lot of the world. You are afraid of such a small trick. It really shames your identity. Go and pick him out. You don't have much time.]

Although Wen Baixu despised such a statement, he was right. He had no choice but to find a wooden stick, pick the hand out of the pot, kick it aside, quickly get some ingredients nearby, wash the pots and bowls, and look for some ingredients that can be used.

A pear, a few longans, a handful of wolfberries, and a milky white, tangerine-like thing.

"This...can't be..."

[Host, it is indeed the one you thought]

Wen Baixu's eyes lit up. He had originally thought that it would be nice to have some of this, and his dream came true...

The system kept chattering in his mind, and Wen Baixu only focused on washing everything, including the original Qionghua.

Add a little bit of millet and other ingredients again, turn the stove to a moderate fire, cover the lid, and simmer. Now just wait for the essence of the magnolia to penetrate into it.

Wen Baixu stood up proudly and wiped his forehead with his sleeve. At this moment, he did not notice that there was a black stain on his originally fair face.

Two hours later, the main hall door opened again, and a cold voice came from the originally silent hall.

“You’re late”

"Ah? How is that possible? Stop lying. I still have some sense of time."

As he spoke, he paused, and there was another familiar pull, and the boy was pulled directly in front of the curtain.

"I said I was late, and you still dare to argue?"

The indifferent tone always gives off a sense of self-anger.

Wen Baixu swallowed his saliva and said, "Only the governor is allowed to set fires, but the people are not allowed to light lamps..."

"What are you mumbling about?"

The boy was startled and almost lost his balance, but luckily he held on to the bowl in his hand and did not let it fall.

The person behind the curtain watched his series of actions, frowned, and gently lifted a corner of the curtain with one hand, saying

"Give it here, let me try it."

The moment the curtain was opened, a hand stretched out in front of him, the white and tender palm was like a baby's.

"Uh, okay... I'll give it to you."

As he said this, he placed the bowl in his palm.

In that instant, the curtain that had been raised was instantly lowered, and the entire hall was silent except for a small chewing sound.

"Immortals... do you still need to eat if you are not half-immortals? Isn't it about fasting..."

"Bigu, do you need to question what I want to eat? And your taste is not right..."

A white porcelain bowl was thrown to the ground with a clang, but it seemed that not a drop of the contents was left.

Wen Baixu picked up the white porcelain bowl, rolled his eyes in disdain, and silently complained again. He reached out and took a bite from the white porcelain bowl, smacked his lips again, and now he understood.

"Sichuan Fritillaria tastes bitter but has a sweet aftertaste. When cooked with wolfberry and longan, its sweet aftertaste naturally cannot be highlighted. But the reason why I replaced lotus seeds is because of you..."

"My lord?"

The voice behind the curtain was a little skeptical. He didn't believe that this new kid would notice anything.

"In fact, I have been wondering who you are. Now I have figured it out."

Wen Baixu showed an understanding look, looking behind the curtain, his eyes bright as if he saw through something.

"I am the real me, what do you need to understand?"

"Yeah, it's true that a half-immortal is also an immortal, but the immortal's temper reminds me of someone."

'who? ’

"Little Radish, a creature that likes to act like a spoiled child, talk in sleep, urinate and defecate everywhere, act pitiful, and doesn't like to eat bitter food. He also said..."

Wen Baixu quietly closed his mouth and looked behind the curtain with a calm look.

"What else?"

This sentence seemed to be said with a bit of anger, and was spoken with gritted teeth.

"Of course...my brother ran away, my brother~"

Wen Baixu performed in front of him with great emotion, his expression was so lifelike, as if he was the person involved.

"Okay...get out, I don't want to see you"

The person behind the curtain waved his hand, put it aside, and angrily shouted in an impatient tone.

"Okay, sure, but...are you sure you don't want to let me go without listening to what your cute brother has to say?"

"What did he say?"

A figure suddenly jumped out from behind the curtain and stood in front of him, looking down at him.

"What did he say?"

The man looked at him word by word, uttering words from his mouth.

"Well, then I..."

Before he finished speaking, a bell rang in the distance, and the man in front of Wen Baixu frowned and looked straight outside the house.

"What...what happened?"

"There is an invasion by demons..."

The man walked straight past Wen Baixu and was about to leave when he found that his arm was hugged by someone.

"Let go, you stay here"

The man looked at the man holding his arm with displeasure, and just as he was about to shake it off, he heard

"This is not just your problem. Even though you are an immortal, you don't have to shoulder it all by yourself. Aren't you afraid that you will die of exhaustion sooner or later?"

Wen Baixu looked at the man in front of him with burning eyes and nodded firmly.

"Then you're not afraid?"

Wen Baixu shook his head when he heard this, but then nodded.

"I'm afraid. Who wouldn't be afraid? But I'm more afraid that if you die, what will I...what will we do?"