A low-key old story

Rong Su had a bizarre dream.

In the dream, Zhen Jinglan was chasing him with a 40-meter sword: "Why did you abandon me? Don't you know that you and I are looking for you every day?"

"???" Rong Su said, "Son?"

"Yes!" Zhen Jinglan pulled out a "little bun" from behind, "Son, call me dad."

That is a real bun. The bun is as big as a briquette. Why use a briquette as a metaphor, because it is black.

The black bun jumped twice, twisted twice, and suddenly jumped high in the air, hitting Rong Su's handsome face.

Before Rong Su was knocked out, he had an idea - this is a stone spirit!

Suddenly being told that he has become a father, Rong Su is a little stressed, and the stress is that he doesn't know how to properly bathe his son.He is a steamed stuffed bun, what if he melts?What if after he melted, he would go after him with an 80-meter broadsword instead?What if he can't run away?

Thinking about it, I felt that I was too wronged to die.

Rong Su held his nose and looked at the pillow Jinglan who was a good wife and loving mother, coaxing Baozijing to try his bellyband.The bellyband is red, with a golden "Ji" embroidered on it, and it is tied to Baozijing's round belly. It looks like it was made by auspicious buns, and it would be more like Baozijing if it was not black.

He was shocked by this weird scene for a moment, and at this moment, silently speaking, he turned around silently.Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale.Well, the state of mind is very stable.

He walked towards the two of them with a friendly smile.

"Should we give Baozi a name?"

Zhen Jinglan: "He has a name."

"Oh? What's it called?"

"Zheng Er."

"..."

Let's talk about how to bathe him.

Rong Su flipped through the ancient books, one after another, one after another, until the ancient books piled up into a mountain, Zhen Jinglan was still circling around Baozijing, without giving him a single glance, completely leaving him aside as a humanoid air.

"Let's steam it." Rong Su thought angrily.

Soon he found out the recipe and studied [-] ways to eat steamed buns, fried buns, vinegar dipped buns and so on.When everything was ready, and only one black bun was missing, he began to have his first concern - what happened to this bun?

What if it is a poisonous bun?What if he was poisoned to death?What if no one can cut the 120-meter broadsword?

"Why don't you... think about it again?" Rong Su looked at the mountain of recipes behind him, learned from the pain, and decided to change the way.

He put down the spatula, and thought of the little foodie—Cang Huo—why is he a foodie?Because he is an alchemist, isn't the pill just for eating?

With his realm of alchemy master, the use of the fire-type spiritual power that is extremely proficient, and the alchemy furnace that is comparable to the Supreme Lord, Rong Su believes that he will be able to remake Baozijing and make buns again.

Rong Su started calling frantically for Cang Huo.

Cang Huo's reply was very simple - get out!

Although there is only one rolling character, it deeply expresses his deep-seated emotions. It can be said that the words are concise, every word is worth a lot of money, and every word is touching, which is enough to show this person's solid writing skills, easy writing skills and incomparable innovation ability.It is really touching and tear-jerking!Coupled with an exclamation mark at the end, the finishing touch is wonderful and vivid, the artistic conception is profound, echoing the previous text, sublimating the theme, expressing his feelings vividly, giving people infinite touch and melancholy, with a sense of nature, it is really shocking and weeping ghosts and gods The last word!

Friend Canghuo, delete.

Rong Su sighed, crouched on the ground holding the jar of wine.You are clearly in front of your eyes, but you can only look at it but not eat it. What do you need for this steamed stuffed bun?

Baozijing rolled to his feet, Rong Su raised his foot...

"Put your feet down!" Zhen Jinglan picked up the 160-meter sword.

Rong Su: "..."

The steamed stuffed bun bounced twice, twisted on the spot twice, and suddenly jumped into the sky... was caught by Rong Su.

"It's too much to use the same trick twice." Rong Su showed a sly smile on his face, tightened the power reserve, rotated the bag out, with his right hand clockwise, controlled the bag smoothly, and moved his fingers powerfully.The steamed stuffed bun was thrown out with a "whoosh" and turned into a small dot in the sky.

"Rongsu!" Zhen Jinglan was panting while carrying the sword.

Rong Su raised his hands in surrender: "Look at my feet, look at my feet, I put them down."

Pillow Jinglan: "..."

"Don't get excited, put the knife down first, you have something to say...it's so heavy, you're exhausted, I'll give you a shoulder squeeze."

Squeezing and holding, she was carried into the house by Rong Su and went beyond description.

As for the black bun spirit, he fell into a stream, took a good bath, hummed a little song along the way, and basked in the moon on a lotus leaf that he didn't know where.

Perfect ending√

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