Riding a Phoenix to Cultivation

Chapter 58 Grandma's Thoughts (2)

The scent of pumpkin porridge got into Wonton's nose little by little, and Wonton moved its hands and feet and got out from under the quilt.

Before he could open his eyes, he sneezed.

It was cold outside, Wonton couldn't help but retracted the quilt, and nestled for a long time before getting dressed and getting up.

She was really hungry, otherwise Wonton would definitely sleep with her again. After all, it was rare that grandma didn't wake her up today.

Wonton didn't know that she had slept for three days. She just touched her flat stomach and felt that she hadn't eaten for almost half a year.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the door was opened, what one entered was a world covered in silver.

"It's snowing!" Wonton looked outside in surprise, and the big trees in the yard were almost buried by the snow.The snowflakes swirled in the air and fell on her eyelashes, which was a little cold.

Wonton happily ran to the kitchen, wanting to share the news with grandma.

But as soon as she ran to the door of the kitchen, an unknown object appeared under her feet, and then...she had a close contact with the ground.

Feng Yi, who was nestled in the kitchen drinking pumpkin porridge, saw the confused look of the wontons, and suddenly burst into hearty laughter, even spilling the pumpkin porridge in his hand.

When Wonton heard this strange laughter, he raised his head in a daze, and saw a man in a gorgeous red dress beside the kitchen window, laughing wildly.

It was supposed to be the handsome young man walking out of the painting... But he actually held the small broken bowl of Wonton in his hand, the style of this painting is really horrible.

"You...you are Feng...what's the matter with Feng?" Wonton felt as if he had seen this person before, and he even told her his name, but she couldn't remember it for a while.

At this time, the unknown object that tripped Wonton wailed, and Wonton screamed and jumped up in fright.

Weasel felt that he was really... terribly unlucky!

He just felt a little cold, so he turned into his original form, lazily nestling in the kitchen to catch up on sleep.

But when the wonton came up, he stepped on his tail...

Wonton lowered his head and realized that the strange screaming person on the ground turned out to be a weasel, and immediately grimaced.

What can I do, even Huang Daxian stepped on it, did grandma know that she would beat her with a stick?

Feng Yi caught a glimpse of the weasel's tears, and sneered, "Are you a male or a female, do you shed tears every now and then?"

The weasel got angry, but when he saw Feng Yi standing by the window with his arms folded, he finally just said aggrievedly, "You can shed tears, too!"

Feng Yi was disgusted by this coquettish weasel, and turned his head.

"Wonton, eat breakfast when you wake up. It's cold, and the porridge gets cold quickly." Mrs. Li walked up from behind the stove, patted Wonton on the shoulder, and urged Wonton to eat breakfast.

Feng Yi wanted to keep up with Wonton, but was glared at by Mrs. Li.

Feng Yi didn't dare to follow, so he could only curse secretly.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Li heard it, and snatched the bowl from Feng Yi's hand.

Seeing that there was still half a bowl of pumpkin porridge left, Feng Yi snorted and went out with the weasel in his arms, even though he still wanted to finish the remaining pumpkin porridge, even though the weasel didn't want to leave the warm kitchen at all.

However, for this proud phoenix, face is much more important than anything else.

"Don't agree with Little Wonton's participation in the selection? Hmph, my lord, I'll secretly take her there!"

In fact, for this kind of secret trickery, Master Fenghuang can do it with ease.

After all, Master Fenghuang has a famous saying "There is only a thousand years of truth in being a thief, how can there be a thousand years of truth in preventing a thief?"

Of course, the word "thief"... In the eyes of Master Fenghuang, it probably means something like chivalry!

(End of this chapter)