"Little brother, I can build your stove, but no one can draw your formation for you."

The ink painting doesn't matter: "It's okay, I'll draw it myself."

So Mo Huazhen drew the formation in front of him.

The weapon refiner was shocked.

Until Mo Hua paid for the spirit stone, took the stove and left the refining shop, he did not recover...

The formation on the stove was painted by Mo, but the spirit stones created were just for advance payments, and Bai Zi won in the end.

After the stove is built, ink paintings will try to use one furnace and four uses.

Made a plate of steamed fish.

Fish are made of spiritual beasts, otherwise they cannot be steamed and cannot be steamed.

Stir in a pot of pine nuts.

Pine nuts are prepared for Mr. Kua, who likes to eat pine nuts and listen to the sound of the sound. You can not eat rice, but you cannot avoid eating pine nuts.

Cook a pot of beef.

This beef is a monster meat, which is very cheap, but it takes time to stew it, and uses more spices and has a stronger spicy taste.

He also steamed a pot of pastries.

Soft, glutinous, sweet...

Not only Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi, but also Mr. Zhuang and Mr. Kuang were shocked.

Mr. Zhuang couldn't help but wonder if teaching the ink painting formation himself hindered his development of dietary and cooking skills...

Bai Zisheng still ate all his food, and then said regretfully: "I'm still not as good as Aunt Liu."

Mo Hua couldn't stand him anymore and snorted coldly:

"Then do it yourself?"

Bai Zisheng said shamelessly: "Do it!"

He only felt that he had never eaten pork and had seen pigs running.

Besides, he ate a lot of meat and had seen the process of cooking in Mohua. Such a thing should not be anything based on his understanding.

So Bai Zisheng tried to cook a pot of meat by himself.

As a result, the cooked meat was dry and tidy, untasteful, unable to chew, and had a fishy smell.

Bai Zisheng took a bite and his little face wrinkled together.

Bai Zixi was curious and tried to squeeze a dough, but it was not steamed, and it was soft like a ball of white mud...

Both of them could only look at the ink painting with their eyes.

Mo Hua sighed and could only do it for them again.

After a while, Bai Zisheng ate the dishes made by ink painting again, and was so moved that he almost cried, especially compared with what he made himself.

Bai Zixi was eating snacks in small stutters, and her eyes were also bright.

In this way, the carriage swayed and walked slowly, and before I knew it, another half month passed.

During the day, they rushed to the road and learned formations from Mr. Zhuang in the car.

When it's time for dinner, Mo Hua cooks.

If you don’t encounter fairy cities, small towns, or some wild temples and small sects in the mountains at night, you will have to sleep in the open mountains.

The carriage will naturally be left to Mr. Zhuang.

Mr. Zhuang is the master of three people, and it is natural to respect teachers and respect the truth.

Moreover, after Mr. Zhuang left Tongxian City, his complexion improved a little, but his aura was still a little weak.

In Mo Hua also hopes that Mr. Zhuang can have a good rest.

The three of Mo Hua were sleeping outside.

Before sleeping in the open, Mo Hua first inserted stone formations around him and set up warning formations to prevent encountering monsters or bandits.

Then, with Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi, he covered a blanket and lay on the ground.

This blanket is also owned by the Bai family, but the formation was painted by Mo again.

It can be heated and ventilated. It is warm and fluffy, and it will not be stuffy and is very comfortable to cover.

The night is low and the moon is cold.

The three of them were wrapped in a blanket, like three little caterpillars, wearing moonlight, and asleep quietly.

Thank you for your book friend Yigao and Daniel Wu, 20230731192917097 for your reward~

There is another chapter before twelve o'clock.

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