The Love of Passerby A

Chapter 203 The Mortal in the Immortal’s Tribulation (9)

After Luo Ming lit the fire, he left the kitchen.

After he came out, Su Xiangran also walked in. Looking at the stove and the big iron pot here, she felt as if she had returned to the days in the Great Northern Wilderness.

After looking at the seasonings in the original owner's cabinet, Su Xiangran couldn't help feeling a little disgusted. The conditions were not even as good as when she was in the Great Northern Wilderness!

There is really nothing here!

Thinking of the Great Northern Wilderness, Su Xiangran suddenly remembered the golden finger he had obtained - Sumeru Space.

She had no memories of the previous world, so of course she had no use for the things in this world. She wondered if she could take a vacation in this world now!

With a thought, Su Xiangran had a bottle of soy sauce and the sugar that she had hidden in the space before in her hand.

With these two things, she burst into tears. Braised pork! Her braised pork!

Putting down the seasoning in her hand, Su Xiangran hurried to the well and pulled up the pork that had been hanging in the well.

Hanging pork in the well can keep it fresh to a certain extent. The original owner was alone, and every time he bought meat and couldn't finish it, he would hang a basket above the well water.

Therefore, the ropes placed around the well were placed by the original owner.

But now Su Xiangran can use the space. She plans to put all the things into her own space after Luo Ming leaves in the evening, so that they can be kept fresh and safe.

Even if the shelf life is not long, it is still better than keeping it fresh in a well.

Thinking about it, she felt somewhat fortunate. In so many years in the last world, the things in this space were just like time restrictions, without any changes. It seemed that the Lord God still cared about her.

While Su Xiangran was thinking, her hands did not slow down at all. Soon, one meat dish, one vegetable and one soup were ready. She wanted to make a staple food, but found that there was no rice left, but there was still some flour.

She was very cautious and didn't want to "perform magic" in front of Luo Ming. The seasonings could be said to have been placed in the cupboard before, but the rice was difficult to explain, so she simply made some hand-rolled noodles with flour.

After coming out of the world in the Great Northern Wilderness, Su Xiangran's cooking skills have made great progress. She is no longer making exquisite side dishes. The noodles she makes are even better. There is no other way, that person likes to eat them, and she has practiced for many years.

When putting the noodles in her hand into the pot, Su Xiangran couldn't help but think of that person again, the God of Life Xiao Jin whom she had met before.

Who on earth is he? Why can he follow her through one world after another? And where are his memories?

"What is this?" A voice interrupted Su Xiangran's thoughts. She looked up and saw Xiao Jin standing in front of her, staring at the bowl of noodles without blinking.

Su Xiangran was slightly stunned, but immediately a smile appeared on her lips: "Noodles! Hasn't Xingjun ever eaten it?"

"What are noodles?" Siming Xingjun shook his head. "I have been eating wind and drinking dew since I became conscious. This is how my immortal body can be pure."

"That's such a pity." Under his gaze, Su Xingran picked up the noodles with chopsticks and slurped them into her mouth, "Xingjun will never be able to appreciate the beauty of food."

"How good can food be?" Siming Xingjun Xiao Jin hushed Su Xiangran in disbelief, "This is something for mortals, I don't want it."

Su Xiangran didn't say anything, but ate the noodles more enthusiastically. The slurping sound made Xiao Jin, the God of Life, feel itchy, but he couldn't say anything.

Seeing that the bowl of noodles was empty, the God of Destiny Xiao Jin looked like he wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Do you want to eat?" Su Xiangran put down the empty bowl and looked at him with a smile. Her voice was seductive but also contained something else. "From now on, I will call you Xiao Jin, and I will make you a bowl."

Su Xiangran: You’re mine, let me give you a nickname first.

Sima Xingjun looked at her smile and swallowed unconsciously, but he couldn't tell whether it was because of this person or the bowl of noodles he had never tasted before.

He gritted his teeth and made a choice: "Okay, but I want two bowls of noodles."

"Sure." Su Xiangran knew he would agree, so she turned around and started making noodles for him while speaking. She laughed in her heart: even the amount of rice they eat is the same.

Soon, two full bowls of noodles were in front of Xiao Jin.

But a new problem soon arose. His hand passed through the chopsticks and the noodles could not enter his mouth at all. Not giving up, he tried again the same way he usually enjoyed incense, and this time he could taste the noodles.

But it still lacked the authentic taste, and he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

Su Xiangran tasted the noodles that he had "smelled" and found that they no longer had any taste and were very bland.

"Let's try again." Su Xiangran patted Xiao Jin comfortingly and served another bowl of noodles. This time, she didn't let him use the chopsticks himself, but fed him directly.

Xiao Jin didn't open his mouth at first, but he felt he should give it a try. Sure enough, after being touched by Su Xiangran, the noodles could really be eaten into his mouth.

But the first bowl of noodles didn’t work, probably because the essence of that bowl of noodles had already been enjoyed by Xiao Jin.

"Xiao Jin!" Su Xiangran called out proudly.

Siming Xingjun responded sadly: "Okay."