The white-eared rabbit swiftly intervened, pulling the black and white flower back.
It's still on fire down there.
You'll scorch your fur.
Be cautious.
Indeed, we must first extinguish the flames.
Let us fetch water to douse the fire.
The black and white flower replied, turning to leave in search of water.
Wait, the driver is emerging.
This is a ghost operated infernal vehicle, exclaimed the white-eared rabbit, gripping the black and white flower in shock.
Turning back, the black and white flower beheld the ethereal figure of Ily drifting out of the vehicle.
A ley s hair billowed dramatically, styled in an extravagant fashion that defied the understanding of the little sprite.
Greetings, Master Black and White Flower.
I am a Lely from the Ghost Doll clan.
I sincerely apologize for the disturbance.
I did not anticipate such a vigorous descent of the vehicle, she said with an apologetic smile, glancing at the pit in the yard.
I'm sorry for creating this crater in your garden.
I will fill in shortly.
I came to seek your wisdom regarding plant restoration.
An hour later, white-eared rabbit, black and white flower, and Shing Gu was stood in the leveled yard bidding farewell to a ley.
The soil still retained a gentle warmth as they watch her pilot the fiery vehicle away.
"This design by Pippy seems rather ostentatious," murmured the black and white flower.
"Indeed, it is worthy of praise," the white-eared rabbit agreed.
"If I were a ghost, and unafraid of burns, I would also desire one.
I can already envision the frenzy it would incite among the undead upon its release.
" Such a frenzy indeed, the green fruit, no larger than a thumb, emitted a resounding clap as it joyfully expressed its exuberance with a series of delightful sounds.
Suddenly, a realization struck by air duo.
She had forgotten something important.
She had come with a sack full of eggs, intending to prepare sweet and sour eggs for dinner.
But where were the eggs? The two sprites began their search.
Hey, Bai Hua retrieved the eggs.
And fortunately, the sack had landed beside the pit without any of the eggs being broken.
However, at that moment, the raw eggs had transformed into roasted eggs, ready to be enjoyed with their crispy, fragrant shells.
As by air, duo approached.
Hey, Ba had already peeled one egg and was savoring it.
The egg white was surprisingly chewy and the yolk delightful and rich in flavor.
Meanwhile, Ai Lely piloted her fiery little flying vehicle, humming a tune as she soared through the night sky of the divine kingdom in the Dongfang district of the second Sprite city by Xiao Yuan's home awaited her arrival.
Chapter 270.
Sweet White Porridge Whoosh.
The flying vehicle glided through the sky like a shooting star within the temple.
Suzi Han leaned against the railing of the corridor, gazing at the scenery.
Suddenly, she spotted a meteor slowly streaking across the sky.
"Wow!" exclaimed Sun Bow bow beside her, eyes wide as it looked up.
"Suzi Han pondered.
Does her divine realm possess stars?" With a flicker of thought, she scanned the meteor, detecting a ghostly figure driving the flying vehicle, which was ablaze, its metallic shell growing ever brighter in the flames.
Beyond Tianuang, nestled on the outskirts of the second elven city.
The moon hung dimly in the evening sky at 7:00.
After a long day of labor in the fields, Bchawi was presently preparing dinner.
Having left home at 6:00 in the morning and toiled for 13 consecutive hours, even the usually diligent Bowie felt utterly exhausted.
During the day, when hunger struck, he would nibble on some dry rations and sip water.
By night, he had no intention of concocting anything elaborate.
Flavor, after all, was of little concern.
Sustenance was all that mattered.
A flash of lightning ignited the firewood beneath the pot.
By Chiae, I grabbed a handful of spiritual rice bought earlier and tossed it into the pot, followed by a ladle of mountain spring water.
Additionally, he counted out 20 grains of divine grade rice to add to the mixture.
As the rice cooked to perfection, a rich aroma wafted from the pot.
It was ready.
He ladled the porridge into a bowl, serving it as the staple for the evening, while the incessant chatter of Z sand buzzed his ears.
Bowwet chose to disregard it, letting the words flow in one ear and out the other, for none of it was worth his mental energy.
With the main dish prepared, the side dish was an even simpler affair.
Over the past few days, after ordering seeds and materials by Chawiwa had begun to till the land while clearing the fields he collected wild vegetables he stumbled upon.
Now a quick wash in a dip in boiling water with a sprinkle of salt would suffice for dinner.
As he sat down to eat by Chowi filled a large bowl with porridge for himself and a smaller one for Zan Sand, hoping the meal would silence her incessant prattling.
His bowl contained more broth than rice, while hers was thicker, laden with grains.
He then began to eat.
The white rice porridge was wonderfully sweet, undoubtedly enhanced by the divine grains, brimming with spiritual energy.
Even a simple preparation rendered it delectable.
As for the salted wild vegetables, no comment was necessary.
Perhaps they were marginally better than simply adding a spoonful of salt directly to the porridge.
Yuck, yuck, yuck.
Zeissan since spat out a mouthful of wild vegetables, finding them bitter, astringent, and salty.
They seemed even less palatable than those of the previous day, which had been complimented with sesame oil, spicy oil, and sweet vinegar.
Today, only salt adorned them.
She leaned down and took a sip of porridge, feeling much improved.
The porridge, aside from its subtle sweetness, bore little other flavor.
Yuyu, I wish to eat sweet roasted fish.
I want crispy fried chicken legs while vegetables are so unappetizing.
Zans San lamented as by Chowwa busied herself with cooking.
She incessantly spoke yet it appeared that she was unheard remaining focused on her preparation of wild vegetables.
It is food.
Do not waste it.
Consuming vegetables replenishes vitamins.
Bowwi remarked to Zansen in a feeble response.
Cisansen murmured her agreement.
Observing by Chiawa, she expressionlessly picked up a pair of chopsticks to sample the wild vegetables before relishing them with rice porridge.
Her demeanor suggesting a delightful experience.
Zansson sipped her plain porridge with a small spoon, choosing silence over conversation, for she had no desire to partake in the unappetizing wild greens.
As she continued to enjoy her meal, her gaze fell upon by Chowiwa, who retrieved a small jar filled with a sticky orange yellow liquid.
The edges of the glass jar were adorned with crystallin formations, lending it an exquisite transparency.
Baiwa uncapped the honey jar and poured some in his Sansson's bowl of porridge.
The thick amber syrup nestled at top the creamy white porridge, emanating a sweet and fragrant aroma.
Go ahead.
Tomorrow I shall take a break and treat you to something delightful.
Why chai was said? Zansson tasted a spoonful of the honey infused porridge, discovering it to be quite sweet.
Suddenly, she exclaimed, "Look quickly.
" Chapter 271.
A catastrophe by Chawiwa followed the gaze of Zansen.
A shooting star appeared on the horizon, descending rapidly towards their home.
As it drew closer, panic surged within by Chowiwa.
Grasping Zansson tightly, they fled outside.