Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

...Whose is it?

A small question mark rose from his heart, and the little guy sniffed, forcing himself to wake up a little more.

There was a ding-dong sound coming from outside.

Accompanied by the regular sound of chopping vegetables, the sound of colliding with pots and pans formed a strange symphony, which diffused into Xiang Xing's ears.

After a while, an extremely alluring fragrance flooded into her nostrils forcefully.

...

is to eat! !

The pheromone in the food made Xiang Xing more awake, he couldn't help wiping his mouth subconsciously, sat up unsteadily, and climbed out of bed.

With sleepy and moist soft eyes, he stumbled out following the scent on the vague and unfamiliar road in front of him.

After groping for a long time, I finally found the door with the strongest fragrance and the clearest clanging sound, and opened it.

Soft eyes widened, looking in.

I saw a tall and slender figure in a light gray shirt, standing busy in front of the stove.

On the stove, a small casserole was gurgling, and the craving aroma was emanating from it.

Seeing this scene, Xiang Xing didn't care about his image, as if the wolf saw the leftover fried chicken bones from her, and rushed towards the stove directly...

Fortunately, the man had quick eyesight and quick hands, and stopped her in time.

"what are you doing?"

Wu Chen helplessly looked at the little girl who was pulling his arm vigorously and frantically stretching the other hand towards the small casserole on the stove, and silently shook his head.

"...I'm starving to death!"

Xiang Xing yelled childishly, then raised his little head, two big tears came out of his soft eyes, and looked at the man pitifully.

He couldn't help laughing when he saw it.

After thinking for a while, he suddenly put down the kitchen knife in his hand, turned around, picked up the little guy, threw it on the small low cabinet beside him and sat there.

"It will be fine soon, just wait."

The man said lightly, then turned around and continued to fiddle with everything on the stove.

Xiang Xing could only stare at him while wiping the halazi, and kept adding ingredients into the small casserole.

And among those ingredients, apart from the extremely tender-looking chicken, there are also some things that look like medicinal materials.

There was even a kind of purple-red medicinal herb that she had never seen in the memories of the original owner's sister, but could feel an inexplicable fluctuation of spiritual power from it.

After Wu Chen put the medicinal herb into the small casserole, the fragrance of medicinal food in the air added a bit of aura that could kill all psychics.

Finally, after a while of cooking, Wu Chen turned off the fire and took the small casserole off the stove.

Seeing this scene, the little guy's soft eyes suddenly sparkled, and he couldn't help jumping off the low cabinet, followed the man out of the kitchen, and came to the sofa in the living room.

Then he watched him take a small bowl, carefully filled the yam shredded chicken porridge, and handed it to her.

"Wow……"

Xiang Xing's soft eyes almost fell into the porridge that night.

I saw that in the lavender porridge, yams were scattered in the crystal rice porridge like pieces of uncut jade, decorated with bright yellow shredded chicken and ginger, and matched with green chopped green onions, nourishing and refreshing.

Not to mention the mixture of these few ingredients together, with the craving aroma of the rich spiritual breath...

The little guy smacked his little mouth, couldn't hold it any longer, and stretched out his hand to hold the little bowl.

The next second, she was directly scalded by the heat transmitted by the porcelain bowl, which made her yelp, then retracted her little hand, pinching her earlobe vigorously.