Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

Chapter 682 [Land of Grace] 4

How comfortable would it be to live in a house that moves and has consciousness?

Feng Lan didn't know, since she had never lived there.

I have seen the Tower provide such a service in the Nightflower instance.

There is no harsh sunlight shining in at dawn; it's daylight whenever you wake up.

The bathroom has hot water at just the right temperature for washing your face or drying your hands, and breakfast is whatever you want to eat, already laid out on the table the moment you open the door.

Desserts, breakfast, drinks, and soothing music.

The white lace curtains were also quietly drawn back, and when Feng Lan was having breakfast, she could casually turn her head and see the courtyard through the clean and transparent lattice window.

Feng Lan hadn't cleared the weeds in the yard. The yard was quite large, over seventy square meters, and surrounded the house with stone slabs. The weeds only grew a little bit in the gaps between the slabs, not much, and wouldn't push the slabs up. Feng Lan thought it had a bit of a wild charm, so she left it there.

Of course, in reality, this approach wouldn't work. The weeds would have to be cleared, otherwise the stone slabs in the yard would be uneven, accumulating dust and insects, and attracting poisonous mosquitoes.

"Oh, it's shrimp dumplings!" Bi Ke smelled the aroma and happily climbed out of the water. The shrimp dumplings were small, just the right size for him to swallow in one bite. They contained pork and a whole shrimp inside, and the filling was very well seasoned and tasted incredibly fresh!

The roots of the flower were watered with spiritual spring water early on, the soil was loosened, and a portion of fish paste, a little fish roe and crab roe were mixed into the soil. Two egg yolks were added, and after stirring, the mixture was poured into the soil.

Feng Lan looked at it and found it to be even more meticulous than the owner herself. It was also clearly very much to Hua Hua's liking. The child was so happy that she was practically blooming. The entire vine climbed up the wall, taking over the original position of the ivy. It was only the first day of moving in, and she couldn't help but sigh, "If only I could take this house with me."

Although she is usually generous to the two kids, she mostly gives them points so they can go out and spend money on their own or order takeout to be delivered to their door. It's hard for her to make such exquisite, delicious, and carefully tailored meals like Fangzi does.

The words that came out were just spoken in the heat of the moment, but after they were actually said, Feng Lan felt that they were worth thinking about.

Her pointed tail swayed, and her bright cat eyes seemed to be deep in thought.

"Bick, Flower, let's go out."

Although the housekeeper was very kind, Feng Lan didn't forget that she was there to do quests in dungeons and couldn't indulge in a life of luxury every day.

She wanted to go out and see the world; Feng Lan was still very curious about it.

"crunch..."

The wooden door wobbled open, and Feng Lan, with Bi Ke on her back and flowers on her head, walked out with light steps. The wooden door swayed behind her, as if waving goodbye to her.

Outside the door was a bustling street, the early morning air filled with complex aromas.

The freshly baked bread was soft and shiny, and the aroma of wheat wafted out of the shop window. A faceless, shadowy woman in a woolen skirt carried a large wicker basket and picked through the bread in front of the vendor, muttering strange words.

A coffee shop with branches outside the door, where several large brown cats wearing ties are drinking hot cocoa, with a freshly printed newspaper and fresh, dry bread spread with butter on the table, their long tails swishing back and forth, meowing and communicating.

A kitten perched on the roof, its pointed ears and cunning eyes peeking out as it watched the large cat playing the cello below. The lively melody materialized as musical notes from the cello, drifting across the street. Some of the more playful notes floated onto the roof, only to be caught by the kitten, which wagged its tail excitedly…

Hearing the music, a kitten poked its head out of a second-floor window, swaying from side to side. It had a freshly made sugar cookie in its mouth, with the sugar sticking to its lips. With a slight shake, it fell from the second floor and landed on a customer's head, prompting a large cat that had just come out of the shop downstairs to point at the second floor and meow.