Story of Longevity

Anyway, something like this happened and Loli, who had talked a lot with Xingke, stayed here.

Really, when the master of Xingqi hadn't noticed it, everyone was accustomed to the existence of Lori.

Let Louise prepare the tableware, even if Lori goes out, she will habitually prepare four pairs.

If Faltaniya and Juka get fresh ingredients, they will also send four copies.

Even the students in the cooking classroom are also accustomed to the existence of Lolita. Once Lolita does not serve as a judge one day, everyone will be worried...

This guy……

Do you want to come to my house?

When Xingke realized it, it was too late. The time to drive her away has passed.

I sit at the table every day at dinner, or go to the Lindu tribe at other times; or roll around in the room, snatching comic books with Louise; sometimes after supper with fruit wine I don’t know where to get La Xingke chat...

Even Xing Ke himself had forgotten that she was just a guest who had been in this home since when.

"Well, forget it, forget it.

There is nothing wrong with this, but you can also come and help a little bit, OK?

[The kitchen knife is flying {swordmobiliarbus}]! ——"

As the spell fell, a kitchen knife hung on the wall flew into Xingqi's hands, and Lori, who was sleeping on a recliner and reading comics, caught a glimpse of this scene from the outside, and asked Xingqi lazily:

"Huh?-Do you need my help? Your magic can obviously make you very convenient, right?

I can't help you get a kitchen knife so fast. "

Xing Ke started to chop vegetables while retorting confidently:

"Who said that?

Can the dishes cut by magic be as delicious as the ones cut by hand? "

"...Is there a difference? Isn't it all some ingredients?"

After thinking for two seconds, Lori came up with the answer.

"You don't understand this, right?

Magic is the same as machinery, every process is calculated, and the cut vegetables are exactly the same in size and shape.

The salt added with magic can even be accurate to every molecule, and the taste of the dish will be extremely close to perfect.

However, every time the cuisine has the same taste, then the original brilliance of the cuisine will be lost.

Only the soul injected into the dishes by the master through every process, every knife, every grain of salt, is the key to a delicious dish..."

Lori put down the book when Xingke was halfway talking, and stared at the nonsense Xingke for a long time:

"... I pledge as the future priesthood of the **** of death and the identity of the soul apostle. I don't feel any soul-related ingredients in your cooking."

This extremely true statement was inserted into the chest of Star Carved like a sharp arrow:

"Parable! Parable!

The soul mentioned here is not the real soul! What I'm talking about here is..."

"What is it?"

"...Love! Yes, it is love! This is the love of my parent to you children who are waiting to be fed!

The intention and perseverance included in every tedious process! "

"But... I haven't seen you do any cumbersome cooking. Every dish is ordinary home cooking, isn't it?"

The beautiful make-up made Xingke completely unable to step off the stage, which made his mentality a little unbalanced.

"...Lolita."

"Ok?"

"You don't understand, this is called the taste of home. Love is only when there is a home.

Can't you feel the strong paternal love in these dishes? "

"Ding--"

Of course, it was not a well-behaved daughter who answered Xing Ke, but a huge axe that flew to Xing Ke, avoiding all the furniture at a speed and an abnormal trajectory that did not match her size.

It was just that the defensive magic that was solidified by Xing Ke intercepted it.

"Ha...haha...just kidding, you don't have to aim your eyes.

If it weren't for a solid defense, I would have to reincarnate. "

"What does it matter? You can't die anyway, can you?"

"That said, but it will hurt."

…………

After dinner, Zhenbai rarely went to the house.

Instead, she was sitting at the dining table and watching Xing Engraved in a daze while cleaning up the dishes. Even Louise and her had no sign of responding to say goodnight.

So Xingke walked to her and touched her head, and asked her what was wrong.

"Paint, used up."

So I can't paint.

"Slightly, a little lonely."

Suddenly, I lost something that I was doing every day. This feeling was the same as the end of the new fan and novel I was chasing.

For this, Xingqi has no good solution.

"Is it green?"

"green."

"That's no way, I don't have any here, and there is no oil paint that can meet the standards in this world."

Since coming to this elven tribe that is completely different from the civilization of the human world, Zhenbai has never lacked inspiration.

No longer limited to the form of comics, Zhenbai once again returned to the world of oil painting and the world of color.

Unlike comics, the art of oil painting is not for the public, but it can express more.

It shows the painter's inner world without the plot and story.

After thinking a little bit, Xingke consoled him in this way:

"Then take a rest, the Lindu tribe is just a part of the elven tribe.

Don't you want to see the red forest in autumn, Fenglin tribe?

If you go there, maybe there is no green. "

Don't mention complementary colors with me. Complementary colors can be replaced by similar colors.

Moreover, in fact, it is not true that Star Carving cannot get paint.

As long as you open the door of the world to the shelf of the painting material supermarket, you don't have to pay as much as you need. {But not recommended}{It's you, sister of the monster idler. }

However, Xing Ke did not choose to spoil Zhen Bai at this time. This is his consideration.

The scenery of the Lindu tribe is very good, surpassing the human worldview and aesthetics, reaching the soul.

Combining with Zhenbai's painting technique can reach a certain amazing state.

But it's been almost two months since Zhenbai has devoted himself to it, and Xingke thinks it's better to go for a walk.

Studying this kind of thing in retreat may be nothing to the old man Xing Ke, but Zhen Bai is really seventeen years old.

"can."

Seeing Xingke's caring eyes, he really agreed.

But when she recalled her work, she was a little bit sad:

"A lot of paintings have been done here, but it is very beautiful here, I want to paint more."

It is understandable that some painters can't paint the beauty of a place in their entire life.

Such as Shangri-La, such as Kunlun Wonderland, such as Lingfeng Fuji...

"Not in a hurry, not in a hurry, Lin Du Forest will not be able to run, the next time I come, it will still look like this."

Xingke waved his hand and said very freely.

And Loli on the side also smiled and intervened in topics such as:

"That means it was like this when I came here hundreds of years ago.

The concept of time of the elves is like this. The classics handed down from generation to generation will never be forgotten. I would rather be hungry than squeeze the wooden heads of forest resources. Protection will always be like this..."

"This is the truth. Compared with them, the biggest shortcoming of human beings is that they are always forgetting.

A hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye, and things are different.

However, the elves will not, believe it or not, in a few years, after Zhenbai graduated from university, this Juka and Farr will still be underage..."

Uh...is it a bit rude?

"Will someone take me again in the future?"

"Ah, yes, why not?"

"...Well, I'll paint next time."

Two months have passed ~www.ltnovel.com~ Xingqi's forest vacation is almost over, maybe the invisible time lapse has given some pressure to it?

Xingke understands this way.

"So, it's really white, don't worry."

Xing Ke took the hand of Zhen Bai and led her to the rattan chair at the window.

It is already night outside the window, but because there is no influence of the lights of the technological age, the starry sky in autumn is actually very bright.

The Milky Way is there, like a glittering ribbon.

"It's not just this winter vacation.

There will be the next winter vacation and the next winter vacation.

Lin Du is not alone in this world.

There are countless more novel things than Lindu.

Take your time, we still have a lot of time..."