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Song Shuhang pulled the chat record.

After answering Song Shuhang's ‘Three Hundred Years Evil Onion' question in the afternoon, the senior in the group pulled the topic and pulled it off, and then pulled it on Don Xuexianqi's ‘Culinary Fairy Banquet’.

Many seniors are wondering what the dishes are for this fairy feast.

Several experienced predecessors talked about it and began to recall the deliciousness of the previous feasts.

A variety of strange dish names, but it sounds like a delicious food. Song Shuhang touched his stomach. He was washed by the ‘empty hands’ of Daoist Cloud Mist. After seeing these dish names, he sipped.

Song Shuhang pulled the chat record, and at the end, he saw Sooko Yu of Lingbutterfly Island's message.

Yoshiko Yu: "@ Bookmountain is under a lot of pressure, Senior Song, what is your current mailing address? My handmade 'Spiritual Spiritual Tea' has succeeded, I will send you a copy! ”

At that time, Song Shuhang was having a brutal nightmare, naturally not coming back.

When I saw Yoshiko Yu's text message, Song Shuhang smiled slightly, then pulled away the private chat and sent Yoshiko Yu a text message: “Thank you Yoshiko Yu, I look forward to your handmade Spirit Vegetable Tea. ”

Then, Book and Air attached the address of their own home.

Then he stretched out a lazy waist and was going to the kitchen to get some food.

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On Spiritual Butterfly Island, a handsome middle-aged man frowned and lit up a chat software reply on his phone.

Then the middle-aged man grinned his teeth: “Somebody... whisper out the Spirit Sprite tea made by Yoko Yu and replace it with the normal one. ”

Good thing my husband saw this text. Otherwise, you'll be ready to toilet your own ass for the next month.

In the middle of the night, Mama Song suddenly got up and rubbed her eyes into the kitchen.

She then routinely pulled the board… but when she reached for it, the thick board split into several pieces. Not only is it a caseboard, but there are several knife marks on the marble table below.

“What's going on?” Mama Song soon woke up.

She started remembering what happened in the morning... when she was supposed to make that shallot of lamb herself, one of the shallots couldn't be cut off. And then you took Song Shuhang's decorative knife off and cut the lamb?

In retrospect, Mother Song was shocked: “Are you crazy? ”

Don't tell me how the onion can't be cut off. How did you know to take the three-foot-three-long knife to cut the onion?

Besides, what the hell is wrong with that onion? How can it not be cut off?

Normally, if she encounters shallots that can't be cut off, the first thought must be to throw them away, or ask everyone to come and see what's going on?

But at the time, she didn't think about anything, she thought she had to cut the onion!

Mother Song recalled that at that time, she seemed to be affected by something, and the whole person was angry, and her mind was unclear.

“The onion, brought back by Book Sail, says what a new breed.” Mama Song remembers a little.

To recap, Song Shuhang suddenly took a sigh of breath and gave the whole plate of leeks and lamb to eat alone.

Is there a problem with the onions?

Also, Song Shuhang ate the shredded lamb and went back to his room immediately.

Later, Zhao Yaya found out that he had slept on the floor of his room, and asked Song Daddy to bring Book and Navigation to bed to sleep. At the time, everyone thought Song Shu was tired and tired on his way.

But the more she wanted to, the more she felt there was a problem.

“Book sailing that kid.” Mama Song frowned and walked to Song Shuhang's room.

And coincidentally, Song Shuhang, hungry, was rubbing his stomach, coming out of the room, preparing to go to the kitchen to feed, and saw Song's mother at a glance.

“Mom, you haven't slept yet?” Song Shuhang questioned.

Mama Song replied: “I was just going to see you. ”

“Look at me? Ha ha, I just fell asleep and suddenly felt hungry and wanted to find something to eat.” Song Shuhang hey hey laughed.

“And some rice, just let me fry you an egg rice.” Mama Song replied.

Later, she and Shuhang went back to the kitchen and started frying eggs for Song Shuhang.

Mother Song fried rice and asked: "Book sailing, honestly tell me, is there a problem with your onion? ”

Song Shuhang quietly looked at his mother's face and simply replied: "It's a bit of a problem, the specific question is not very descriptive. Around the same time, people who are not strong enough cannot eat that onion, otherwise it can affect the body. ”

“But, Mom, don't worry, my body is perfectly fine. That onion was brought back specially by me, and I had it in my heart.” Song Shuhang smiled brilliantly.

About fixing the real thing... now is not the time to play cards with Mother Song.

He is not strong enough and must wait for him to become stronger and accumulate more cultivation resources before slowing down.

“If you say so, I can relax a little.” Mother Song sighs: “If you have time tomorrow, go with your father and let Yaya take you to the hospital for a comprehensive medical examination. ”

Because Papa Song had just had a car accident, Mama Song was not comfortable, and Zhao Yaming had time to take him for a physical examination. If there were any hidden dangers, it would be timely to solve them.

“Is that all right? I just went with Ya Sister for a comprehensive medical exam.” Song Shuhang answered in silence.

“Have you just had a physical exam?” Mama Song was carrying an egg rice and looked confused.

“Cough, it was the last sporting event. Yaya went to our school internship and took me there for a comprehensive examination. My body is healthy, no problem at all.” Song Shuhang patted his chest.

Hotel near the sixth hospital.

Little monks rub their asses in the dark and hemorrhoids are one course away.

When we're done, we're going back to Brother Shuhang's house.

In my head, I kept going back to the video that the beans had given him.

Song Shuhang shook his fist and growled angrily: "Whether you have hemorrhoids or not, I'm going to beat your shit out! ”

Shit, shit, shit, shit.

This phrase has been echoing in the minds of the little monk.

The little monk looked serious and he was a very serious child: "If I go home after the treatment tomorrow, the bookmaster will beat the shit out of me, won't he? ”

It feels terrible to think about it.

The little monk couldn't help but look at the beans sleeping next to his eyes and the circumference he was practicing with his eyes closed.

Why don't you try talking to Doudou tomorrow, don't go home, and the two of you run away for a while? Wait for Brother Song Shuhang's anger to disappear before going back?

On Spirit Butterfly Island.

Yoshiko Yu looked with satisfaction at a huge crate in front of her: "Well, that's perfect. Next thing you know, we're waiting for the box to be delivered! ”