Dressed up as the biggest dummy in the realm of self-cultivation

An Xinglan listened carefully to every word An Yeming said, worked hard to understand and digest, and asked directly when he didn't understand.

An Yeming was actually quite patient with him. The questions An Xinglan asked were too simple for him. If it were the other two disciples, An Yeming wouldn't have the patience to tell them a little bit, so he would go back and let him know. They want to go.

To An Xinglan, he tried to make it as simple and easy to understand as possible, as if he was a master.

After listening carefully, An Xinglan nodded, "I seem to understand a little bit."

An Yeming stretched out her finger and tapped on the child's brow, "Remember the feelings in your body, and gather your energy here when you practice."

An Xinglan was very obedient, and immediately held his breath and concentrated.

Only An Yeming's cultivation level is advanced, and his control is precise, and he can retract and release freely, so that he can easily guide children like this.

And An Xinglan worked hard on her own, and An Yeming opened a small stove, so although her innate talent is not that good, but after adding it the day after tomorrow, she is not much behind her classmates in the school, and she can also be ranked in the top five. up.

It's just that he is An Yeming's disciple. In fact, he should be able to get the first place, but he can't get it. It feels so unworthy. Although they are still such young children, they don't think so much yet. .

An Yeming looked at the little emoticon board, which was getting serious. Children who are working hard to practice, such a young child, not many have such a high level of self-discipline, especially a child who lives a carefree life and lives happily every day. When supervised, it is even more rare to choose boring practice instead of playing.

It's normal for An Xinglan to act coquettishly and be unable to calm down to practice.

But no, it's rare.

For a child, An Yeming actually had a hint of appreciation.

When An Xinglan opened his eyes, he saw that An Yeming was drinking tea and looking at him. An Xinglan had a serious expression on his face, and suddenly showed a big smile to An Yeming: "Mr. Zun, I tried again just now, and I feel more comfortable than when I practiced yesterday."

"Well, after another ten days of practice, you can really enter the advanced stage."

An Xinglan was very happy when he heard such words. He smiled and showed two rows of small teeth. He saw his teeth but couldn't see his eyes, and said loudly and crisply: "I will work hard and not embarrass my master!"

As he spoke, he graciously refilled An Yeming's empty teacup.

The nearly five-year-old kid is now much higher than the table, and can already hold the teapot firmly. He holds the teapot with both hands, with a serious face, and pours it carefully without spilling it at all.

The little guy has grown fast in the past two years, but the flesh on his body still hasn't increased.But now, the little guy is wearing thick clothes, so he looks like a dumpling again.

An Yeming reached out and brushed the kid's fluffy hat, nodded his chin, and told the kid to sit beside him.

An Yeming asked the children, "Cold?"

An Xinglan was also honest, "A little bit."

Where An Xinglan lives is better with a brazier, but An Yeming's place is more spacious and colder.

An Yeming pushed the teacup to An Xinglan's again, and said, "It's not for you, take it to warm your hands."

After An Xinglan picked it up, she felt a difference. It was still warm just now, but now it is slightly warmer, which is just right for warming her hands.An Xinglan knew that Master did it just now.

So he bent his eyes, stretched out his hands to hold the teacup, and thanked An Yeming sweetly: "Thank you, Master."

An Yeming and the others don't have the concept of cold winter and hot summer. Even when it's snowing in the twelfth lunar month, they dress more chicly than the other. Now there is a fluffy dumpling sitting next to them, um, it's quite in season.

The little guy's pink and white face was hidden between the fur collar and the hat, making it look even smaller. At this time, two small hands held the teacup and put it on the little face again, trying to warm it up.

An Yeming didn't know there was a word called Meng, so she thought it was quite amusing to watch.But is it really that cold?It was not a big ball at first, but it was about to shrink when sitting in a big chair, it looked more like a fluffy ball.

An Xinglan sniffed the tea, it smelled good, but An Yeming didn't let him drink it, and he couldn't drink it either. He removed the teacup from his face again, and said to An Yeming, "I think it's still Good summer."

After listening to the child's adult emotion, An Yeming ruthlessly exposed him and said: "I remember someone complained to his elder brother in summer, saying that he likes winter."

An Xinglan scratched her cheek with her finger, oops, what are you doing with such a clear memory?I like winter when it’s hot, and summer when it’s cold.

But An Yeming just teased the child, and soon, someone took several braziers and put them in the house, and gave An Xinglan a hand warmer.

An Xinglan got off the chair, squatted in front of the brazier, quickly took off her hat, her little hands were warmed, and her little shoes moved to the brazier.

An Yeming looked at the villains surrounded by the brazier, and shook his head slightly. Apart from An Xinglan, there was no other person who could be so comfortable with him, but he did it himself.

Seeing that the child liked Huomiaomiao very much, and his little face was flushed red from being baked, An Yeming finally said: "Move back, your hair is going to be burnt."

An Xinglan said: "No." However, he was still very proud of the master, and moved back a little as he said.

"Master is busy on his own, I can stay here by myself and leave later, so I don't make trouble for Master." An Xinglan squatted by the fire pan, wanting to stay longer and not going outside so soon.

The child was very sensible, but An Yeming remembered that it seemed that the child was more comfortable with him than other people, but it was very different from Zhu Jianshu and Teng Yiyan. The kid really didn't bother him.

So An Yeming also said, "Seeing that you are always chattering in front of your senior brother and second senior brother, how do you know that you are quiet here?"

"Master likes to be quiet, and is afraid of disturbing Master." An Xinglan still remembered that the first time he met this man, he thought he was noisy, and almost threw him away.

An Yeming was surprised again, "Are you so clever? Can you tell that I like to be quiet?" And you can still be very considerate, remember this and remember not to disturb him.

An Xinglan puffed his cheeks, what did he say so smart?As if he was usually stupid.

He was a little clever.

An Yeming: "I don't need to be afraid of making noise, I won't." An Xinglan raised his eyes, but heard the second half of An Yeming's sentence, "When I think you are noisy, I will throw you out."

An Xinglan: ...

An Xinglan raised his head and lowered it again, continuing to warm up by the fire, thinking that he could hear a touching sentence, so he said this.

"So, you can just say what you want, and you don't have to worry too much." Occasionally, it's okay to have fun, maybe the voice of a child sounds better, but An Yeming didn't think that An Xinglan would make people feel uncomfortable when he said a few more words Hate.

The child was playing with Zhu Jianshu and Teng Yiyan, the laughter spread far and wide, and the chattering was acceptable.

An Xinglan said oh, and understood what An Yeming meant, which was to let him not have to worry so much. Anyway, if he thought he was noisy, An Yeming would throw him out of the door directly.

Humph.

Then An Xinglan really didn't have any scruples.He stared at the brazier and whispered, "Maybe we can roast peanuts and sweet potatoes?"

An Yeming's ears were sharp, he heard it, and he also knew what An Xinglan was talking about, but what he grasped keenly was another point, "Have you and your classmates roasted themselves?"

An Yeming also knew that some of An Xinglan's classmates were mischievous.

An Xinglan looked at An Yeming's face, but he didn't see anything, but he still said cautiously: "No, I went to the kitchen to look after I tasted the roasted sweet potatoes."

An Yeming: "Well. Don't play with yourself, or you will be the one who will burn yourself into a little bald head and cry."

An Xinglan stroked her hair, why did she keep mentioning the bald head? He said his scalp was cold.

"Peanuts, sweet potatoes, chestnuts, corn, dried peppers, sweet vine roots..." An Xinglan listed a list of things, and looked at An Yeming with small, questioning eyes as he spoke.

An Yeming nodded to the waiter at the side, and then said to An Xinglan: "There is nothing you don't want to bake."

An Xinglan ignored An Yeming, and added to the waiter who was looking for something: "I don't want all of them, but what are you getting?"

But that being said, the waiters who could be on An Yeming's side were impeccable, and even the long list that An Xinglan listed only took a while, and they were all sent over.

However, when An Yeming's always spacious and elegant room began to fill with smoke and the smell of roasted corn and roasted peanuts, the waiters inside and outside still felt emotional, doing such a thing here. Yes, Your Highness is definitely No.1.

Don't mention the surprise in their hearts at this moment, but His Majesty himself doesn't mind, His Majesty is really indulgent to His Highness.

An Xinglan had already untied his small cloak at this time, holding a long tong and a wooden stick, he was raking in the fire with great interest.

An Yeming didn't come closer, and was still sitting at his table, reading a book leisurely, but it seemed that he had grown a pair of eyes. When An Xinglan just picked up a peanut from the fire, An Yeming Ye Ming spoke——

"Don't grab it with your claws, the skin on your fingers is scalded for you."

An Xinglan let out an 'ang', and retracted his outstretched hand, but he just forgot it for a moment.

After drying to dry, An Xinglan started peeling the shells and skins again. Some of them were quite laborious to peel, such as dried peppers.

An Yeming himself was surprised, he was sitting here watching the little guy tossing his room like this, and he didn't feel upset, anyway, he didn't have the idea of ​​throwing him out yet.

I haven't read much in the book in my hand, just watching the little guy busy around, I don't feel boring, it's quite interesting to read.

An Xinglan picked up the things he had baked and put them in his mouth. He thought they were quite delicious. Although some were not cooked through and some were burnt, the things he baked by himself were delicious even if they were not cooked well.

After An Xinglan tasted it, she still remembered to honor her master.

"Master, which one do you want to eat?" An Xinglan was very generous, "Is it peanuts, or dried peppers, or chestnuts, or corn?"

It's your choice, very generous.

But An Yeming took a look at An Xinglan's little hands that had turned pitch black, and didn't move forward at all, showing no respect for those dark things.

"Master, don't you really want to try it? It's delicious."

"The disciple wants to bake it for the master to eat."

An Yeming didn't buy his rhetoric, "Didn't you want to bake it for yourself?"

"Wash your little dirty hands first."

……

When An Xinglan was having a lively barbecue at An Yeming's place, Zhu Jianshu also thought of him, and he was talking to others, "You can eat some of the meat of the Triangular Flame Lamb now, remember to go to the cloud Send it to Luoju, it’s good to use it in winter, but let them not allow it to be used more than once in three days, and you can also send the freshest one once in three days.”

After that person retreated, Yin Ke leaned over and couldn't help but say to their master: "Your Highness, are you still so attentive to your little Highness?"

Zhu Jianshu glanced over, Yin Ke scratched his head and said, "Your Highness, do you remember your intention at the beginning?"

"Your Highness is not talented in cultivation, and I will definitely not be able to catch up with you and Second Highness in the future, so you don't have to worry about it anymore, right?"

He really felt that he was about to see 24 Xiao's good father, so he said that he would pay for it, what is this?

There is still time to rein in the precipice, my lord!