——He is usually very busy, how can he squeeze time?
"Ok."
The man responded softly, without stopping.
He smiled casually, with a relaxed look, "I haven't slept for four days."
"..."
The little guy choked directly.
Haven't slept for four days!
Can this be a normal human?
Thinking about it, Xiang Xing scratched his face subconsciously.
Somewhat weirdly blinked soft eyes, looked at the face that didn't have the breath of staying up all night, and couldn't help but ask, "Brother Bais, are you sleepy like this?"
She can be sleepy and dim just without rest in her mind.
Not to mention the body!
"Of course it will be sleepy."
Bai Si smiled, poured the washed vegetables into the basin, and stuffed Xiang Xing's arms.
He continued to turn around, turned on the kitchen equipment familiarly, and adjusted the original automatic mode to manual mode.
In short, in the relaxed voice that can still hum to a small melody, the little guy didn't feel the slightest sleepiness.
Just watched him start to boil water, and he really started to cook...
...
Before long, three dishes and one soup braving the hot aroma, served on the dining table of Xiang Xing's family.
A stir-fried potato shreds, a sweet and sour pork ribs, a pan-fried salmon fillet, and a pot of salted lemon duck stew soup.
They are all dishes with ancient heritage for this world.
But it has a more attractive scent that is different from the assembly line dishes made by all-intelligent mechanization.
Xiang Xing suddenly became a little excited when he smelled the familiar and long-lasting smell.
The dishes made by humans are very different from the dishes made by AI intelligence...
(Xiao Hei: Smell a scent of out of favor. jpg)
Thinking about it, she couldn't help but expectantly, sucking her little nose vigorously, and pounced on the dining table with a whimper.
In the next second, the man held the back collar like he did in a game, pulled it back gently, and pressed it onto the chair.
"What's the hurry, the cooked duck can't fly away."
Bai Si laughed helplessly, holding up the soup spoon, and filling a bowl of old duck soup for the little greedy cat who was rubbing his hands in a frenzy with soft eyes.
She raised her delicate eyebrows slightly proudly, pursed her lips, "I pickled this lemon, you can taste it."
"Oh~"
The little guy immediately hugged the soup bowl.
He scooped up a spoon, blew it carefully, and sent it into the mouth.
In the next second, the soft watery eyes suddenly widened for quite a few minutes.
"Delicious!"
She whispered in excitement, and drank a bowl of soup upright.
"It's good to drink."
Seeing Xiang Xing's extremely alluring gluttony, the man smiled with great satisfaction and joy.
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Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet ( 2 )
General FictionGod: Xiang Xing, you saved the galaxy in your last life. I want to send you a thank you gift. What do you want? Xiang Xing thought about it hard, and said, "I want to enjoy the blessings of the world." A light suddenly appeared on the horizon, and a...
