A guide to getting rich

Chapter 1750 Cookies
After the door closed, Bai Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, but luckily she didn't notice.

After a brief wash, she walked out of the room in loose short-sleeved pajamas.

Chu Yan put the warmed milk on the small table on the balcony, while he took the freshly baked pastries in the kitchen.

"What is this? You made it?"

Chu Yan came over with a plate of browned and blackened biscuits, "I just learned it, the heat is not cooked properly, it's a bit burnt, so don't eat it."

Bai Zhi hurriedly took the plate from his hand, "I'll try it." This was Chu Yan's first time making sweets, so naturally she couldn't miss it.

The biscuits don't look very good, but they taste surprisingly good, crispy and sweet.

"How is it?" He sat down on the sofa chair opposite Bai Zhi.

"It's delicious, not worse than the cake shop outside." As she spoke, she took another piece and put it in her mouth, making a crunchy sound.

Chu Yan frowned happily: "It's fine if you like it, I learned how to make cupcakes, I'll try it tomorrow." It turns out that this is how I feel about cooking food for someone I like.

It's sweet and satisfying.

Especially when the other party said it was delicious.

The little ghost stood beside Bai Zhi, staring longingly at the crispy biscuits on the plate, licking his tongue non-stop, but unfortunately he couldn't eat them.

After Chu Yan went to the kitchen to put the tray, Bai Zhi asked in a low voice, "Do you want to eat?"

The little ghost nodded quickly: "I want to eat it, but I haven't eaten it for a long time." It's been so long that he has forgotten what the taste of this biscuit is.

"You can take it if you want, there are quite a lot." Bai Zhi said generously.

The little ghost shook his head: "I'm not from Yangjian, we can't eat whatever you want, unless—"

The little ghost stopped talking and did not continue.

This request is unreasonable, at least he thinks it is unreasonable.

"Unless what?" Bai Zhi asked.

The little ghost shook his head: "It's nothing." He lowered his head, with a look of disappointment that couldn't be concealed.

His parents probably don't remember him as a son anymore.

Bai Zhi thought for a while and asked, "I heard that when you give something to a deceased relative, you have to enshrine it in front of the spiritual tablet. If you don't have a spiritual tablet, you can wrap the item in a postal bag and write the deceased's name and birthday on it." , relatives in the underworld can receive it, is that right?"

The little ghost looked up at Bai Zhi, nodded slightly: "Yeah!" No one had ever sent him a postal package, nor had anyone provided him with food.

Bai Zhi took out a notebook from the drawer under the table, "Just tell me your name and birthday, and I'll send it to you."

The little ghost suddenly raised his head and looked at Bai Zhi with surprise: "Really? Yes, but why? Why did you do this? We are not relatives, so you can completely ignore me."

"I want to ignore you, but you keep dangling in front of my eyes, why should I ignore you?" She smiled suddenly, and wanted to reach out to rub the kid's hair, but when she stretched out her hand, she realized that she couldn't touch it at all.

Then he shrank back again and smiled dryly: "Okay, go watch TV, I'm going to make a postal package now."

There are online tutorials on how to make postal bags from the underworld, which is very simple.She saw it once before, and thought it was interesting at the time, but she didn't pay much attention to it. How could she think that it would be useful one day in this life.

When Chu Yan packed up the dishes and came out of the oven, Bai Zhi was no longer in the living room, and the milk on the table was only half drunk.

"Zhi'er, where have you been?" Chu Yan shouted.

Bai Zhi in the room wore earphones and was learning how to make a postal package, but she didn't hear Chu Yan's shout. When Chu Yan walked into the room, it was too late for her to turn off the computer.

(End of this chapter)