“Give it, Xiaoyun.”

Hongli handed Xingyun the storage bag in her hand, patted Xingyun's shoulder, and smiled: "All of all, ah, I forgot again, I just owe you the spirit stones. Well, I will return them to you with the storage bag I owe you!"

"Uh...ah...this..."

Xingyun was stunned for a moment, showing a confused expression: "Ah, I have lent money to my senior sister, but there is no storage bag..."

"have."

Hongli nodded affirmatively: "You remembered wrongly."

"Oh, is that true?"

A few greetings appeared on Xingyun's head, frowned and recalled: "It seems..."

"Not seem!"

Hongli slapped the memory bubble on Xingyun's head and misled it: "If there are so many spirit stones and no storage bags, how did you lend them to me at that time?"

"Well, I remember it seems to be..."

Xingyun tried to think again, as if she was using Aunt Hongling’s storage bag...

"Puji!"

Xingyun's memory bubble was broken by Hongli again: "That's right, you remember correctly, it was you who lent me to store it!"

"is that so……"

Xingyun looked at Hongli with a confident look and was confused: "Is it because I am not awake yet, and I remember the wrong thing when I am drunk?"

"Well, that's it!"

"But there are not so many I lend to Sister Hongli, right?"

"That's interest!"

"Oh?"

"Enjoy money is required to borrow money. At least our piece is the rule, and I don't know anything else!"

Hongli continued to fool: "If you calculate based on interest, it is these quantities!"

"real……"

Xingyun's eyes were full of big doubts: "Really?"

"When did you, Sister Hongli, deceive you!"

Hongli waved her hand: "Okay OK, okay, don't care about those details, tonight...

Well, no, you and Gaga will live in my house these days, anyway, your house is burned out..."

"But, it's really possible..."

Before Xingyun could finish her words, she was interrupted by Hongli, who turned her head and walked into the kitchen: "Okay, okay, don't refuse Sister Hongli.

Also, let's have dinner together tonight, I'll cook myself..."

"Sister Hongli cooks in person..."

As if some button was triggered, Xingyun's eyes suddenly widened, and finally woke up completely, turned his head and pulled out his legs: "Goodbye Sister Hongli, I suddenly remembered that it's okay for me to sleep in the ruins, Sister Hongli, let me go!"

"You guy."

Hongli grabbed Xingyun's back collar and watched the latter trying to escape frantically, looking unhappy: "You're reacting quickly enough."

"Dad said it!"

Xingyun shouted in horror: "As long as you practice martial arts to a certain level, you can form instinctive muscle memory!

Therefore, survival is also a human instinct. Sister Hongli forgives me and cannot be with me..."

"Okay, okay, tease you."

Hongli rolled her eyes: "There is enough food reserved at home, and I won't let you eat the food I cook, there are other people who eat it."

"There are other victims!!!"

Xingyun's eyes widened: "Senior sister, killing too much will cause a burden on the path of cultivation!"

Hongli: "…"

One by one, tic toe popped out on Hongli's head, and his fists became hard involuntarily: "Why would you eat it for him?"

"But appropriate killing is also necessary!"

Xingyun looked at Hongli with a serious look on his face: "Come on, senior sister, I support you!"

"whispering sound."

Hongli let go of her hand and glanced at Xingyun: "I said that last time was just an accident. Is it really not a chance to change? Do you want to beat my senior sister to death with a blow?

I don’t know if I have been separated for three days, should I treat you with admiration?”

"Senior sister is right!"

Xingyun showed shame on her face: "It's me wrong, I shouldn't have shown that attitude."

"Ha, just know."

“So where are the food stored?”

"You can crawl for me too!"

Hongli closed the kitchen door tightly, her face full of dissatisfaction.

"It's so weird. Whether it's my aunt who cared about me and loved me at the beginning, or Xiaoyun, who used to be silly and sweet, why do you always feel...

They seemed to be affected by someone... Forget it, I must be me anyway!"

"Ah..."

Xingyun looked at the kitchen door that was tightly closed and showed a guilty expression: "Sister Hongli, you won't be really angry, right... But I just want to live...

Oh, by the way, gaga, I want to remind you gaga..."

Xingyun suddenly realized that the child from home had climbed where he had climbed again, and hurriedly looked around in panic, fearing that the other party would climb to Sister Hongli's chopping board or something...

Then she saw Gaga being placed on a small mat, and Xiaohuo was standing in front of the other side with a serious face, waving his wings.

"As a person who has experienced it, my sister must teach you something so that you can avoid many detours and grow up safely."

Xiaohuo thought about it, jumped and flew to Hongli's desk, dragged a big notebook over, leaned against the stool and let it stand straight, then held a pen with his wings and clicked on the notebook.

"Well, you may not read, but it doesn't matter. Just listen to me. I'm mainly trying to find the feeling of being a teacher."

"quack?"

Xiao Gaga tilted her head.

"Ahem, okay, don't interrupt, don't look around, class starts."

Xiaohuo took a picture of the notebook: "First of all, if you want to survive, you need to have something to eat and drink, which is very important.

So, first point, you have to learn to cry and call your mother, and call out when you are hungry. If you don’t tell your mother, how can she know you are hungry!"

"quack!"

Xiao Gaga's eyes lit up, and he nodded in a vague way. He learned and learned. Teacher Xiaohuo started with what he said about practical things!

"It's good to know it's practical stuff. This is all the experience of people who have experienced it. I'm not afraid that you can't do it, but I'm afraid that you won't listen!"

Xiaohuo shook his head and continued, "Second, mother is a person who depends on us and lives day and night. In many cases, we can rely on mothers to solve difficulties, but there are exceptions.

You should know that mothers are actually children in their homes, and it is also the first time they take care of children. If you are not careful, you may raise you to death. So when filling your stomach, you must learn to protect yourself!"

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"quack?"

Raise... Raise to death...?

Xiao Gaga looked stunned. Why, the topic suddenly became terrifying.

"Wow, don't believe it!"

Xiaohuo glared and said, "I'm telling you something serious. Do you know how lucky it is to get my words and deeds now?!

You are like me, no one taught me back then, and I almost left my life behind me by feeling the stones. Even so, I still have scars of time left on my body. Let’s talk about the corner of my eyes...

Oh, I don’t have scars on my body, that’s all right. In short, you have to protect yourself. I divide it into the following points: changing your mind when you see the wind, smooth tongue, sweet words..."

"What are they talking about..."

Xingyun tilted her head and looked at Xiaohuo with a serious look on his face, while Gaga looked like he had benefited a lot.

But because they are not speaking human language, but private voice chats from the ethnic group, from Xingyun's perspective...

Xiaohuo: "Chirr, chirp! chirp? chirp!"

Gaga: "Gagaga! Gagaga! Gaga!"

Xingyun: "..."

Damn, curious, as if I know what they are talking about!

...

"Hmph! I don't think I can make something delicious, right?"

Hongli waved the kitchen knife, with a murderous look on her face, and her tone was full of dissatisfaction: "The more you don't believe it, the more I will make a delicious dish seriously, making Heiyang so greedy that he still wants to eat, drooling when he wants to eat, and swallowing his tongue if he wants to eat! Humph, work starts!"

As a master of guns and swords, it is more than enough to play a kitchen knife. Red Li removes hair, removes miscellaneous materials, cuts and cleans...

"Wait, after the last battle, I didn't seem to have time to replenish my equipment..."

Hongli frowned and looked at the pot on the shelf: "Well, there are four pots. Last time, how many do I used in total? Thirteen? Fourteen?

Is these four pots not enough? After all, it is normal for beginners to waste ingredients...
Chapter completed!