"Lord, are you preparing to make a type of pastry? Are you making crepes?"
The afternoon sun shone brightly, casting scattered light through the branches, draping a golden hue over Lu Jing'an and Zhu Nanzhi seated at a table in the courtyard.
Zhuan Nanzhi watched Lu Jing'an's movements, curious about the kind of pastry he was going to make.
"Yes, but there is a slight difference."
As Lu Jing'an refines the fat in the milk, he said: "This is called cream, it's softer than the crisp."
However, her only descendant was brutally beaten to death by the Wei Gongzong's order, who was supposed to be the person to bury her in the future. Now, she had to take back the body and turn it around. She suddenly felt a genuine sense of sorrow. It is not terrible that there is no companion in life. It is called true loneliness when there is no one to offer sacrifices after death.
This recipe contains ginseng and red dates, which are good for boosting energy, much like porridge. After drinking a bowl of it, Shen Yuan's stomach will have something in it, and he should wake up.
"I did not, I am delighted to see my apprentice be so strong and cannot help but laugh, haha." Gongye Beili rubbed his beard and laughed loudly.
"I have said that anyone who defies the command will be expelled from the Dragon family." Long Yang finished his words, and then he turned his head to walk towards the city.
Yi Yi looked at her in confusion, wondering, Do I know her? I raked through my memories of the original host's life, but I couldn't find anything.
"Stop stirring up trouble, the eldest brother won't be as mad as the Ten Thousand Demons Cult and dream of ruling the Earth," Black Golden Falcon snapped at Zhao Wanzi, whispering to him.
The old Taoist was not polite at all. He sat at the table, his chopsticks moving like flying knives, sweeping away the food like a whirlwind. He enjoyed his meal with a sip of wine and a bite of food, hungrily as a cadaver, much to the chagrin of those around who couldn't help but furrow their brows.
Ma Lu immediately retreated. He found that Long Yang's strength seemed to have increased by not just a little, but a complete transformation.
Fu Hongxuan looked deeply at Xia Yiyi, seeing her speech somewhat blurred, probably because she didn't want to say. Since she didn't want to say, he wasn't curious either, so he didn't pursue it further.
Just outside the 300-kilometer peripheral area, according to the records, a search began for the unique, time-space fracture veins that could lead to the core of the Ghost Domain.
Because she always sat in the corner, she was always the last one out of the meeting room. But this time, as soon as she came out, she saw Wu Jiahao waiting for her outside.
From the story in his dream, it seems that the two pieces of blood-stained jade from the country of Chun are in the hands of the Queen and the Empress, both of whom are in the palace.
In all myths, legends, and ancillary history records, sword slaves are pitiful figures controlled by swords.
In addition to that, there is the hidden source of coldness within the body, which has no effect on oneself but poses a deadly danger to others.
As the cat disappeared, the beast tribe panicked and scattered in all directions, afraid that Ji Qingyue would attack them.
If he could do it all over again, he would definitely take firm control of the initiative. He would never let that silly girl make decisions on her own again.
Haha, the crowd exclaimed, thinking they must have misunderstood. Tang Xuanzang actually called Li Chengqian his teacher.
He knew that it was useless for him to go. If he could really meet Zhuang Mengdie, what could he say to her? Should he blame her for marrying Yang Jingyue to consolidate her throne, or should he let her abandon everything and follow him? Whatever he said would not change Zhuang Mengdie's decision.
With a single person's strength, it was almost impossible to get the medicine from there. Just as Yu De Shui was at a loss, the old swindler opened his mouth as if talking in his sleep.
Zhao's father really wanted to stab him to death. He really doubted if such an idiot was born from himself.
"Mr. Chen, we've arrived. Please take a seat," the restaurant manager who was leading the way stopped and said to Luo Zhixin and others.
"Zhou! What do you mean? What do you mean by that?" Sarah screamed like a cat that had been stepped on its tail.
Yang Hao had a grim smile on his lips, and three consecutive questions made Zhou Hongbin's face pale.
