Chapter 156
North Chu Country did not have the Mid-Autumn Festival, so Li Shiyin did not quite understand why Qin Ran was suddenly in low spirits on the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month...
Today's master was obviously in sorrow.
"Master..." She leaned against the doorframe between the living room and kitchen, watching Qin Ran making noodles she had never seen before in the kitchen, and asked, "What kind of festival is the Mid-Autumn Festival?"
"A festival for family reunion." Qin Ran replied, "Eating mooncakes, appreciating the moon, osmanthus flowers, osmanthus wine, that's the memory this festival gives me."
"But why have I never heard of the Mid-Autumn Festival?"
"Because there is no Mid-Autumn Festival in North Chu."
"Aren't you from North Chu, Master?" Li Shiyin asked in puzzlement.
"I am from North Chu, and I am not from North Chu."
"Huh? Why?" Li Shiyin's little brain couldn't comprehend such a philosophical question.
Qin Ran just smiled without answering. He didn't tell Li Shiyin that in fact, her master was from another world.
The Pavilion in the Middle of the Lake had been built. It took Qin Ran and Chasing the Wind three days, using quite precious wood, to build it.
This wood was the kind that could be carved with magic circle patterns, was resistant to water erosion, and was extremely spiritual, very amazing magic wood.
Even during ordinary times, just sitting in the pavilion, one could smell the rich, sweet spiritual aura, making people feel refreshed all over, carefree and happy. If it was an ordinary person, there would probably be the effect of prolonging life.
That night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and a light breeze blew across the lake surface.
Qin Ran made mooncakes, osmanthus cakes, bought osmanthus wine, prepared fruits, made some other delicacies, and placed them all on the stone table in the center of the Pavilion in the Middle of the Lake;
He also pulled out Tushan Youyou, who had been reading books in the fox's cave, called over Tian Wenjin from Sword Peak and Huang Feiyu, so along with the original four people from Cinnabar Peak, seven people gathered together in the Pavilion in the Middle of the Lake.
Tushan Youyou was truly not letting down the fine tradition of fox demons, loved learning very much. Ever since Qin Ran gave her the magic circle compendium, she had been shrinking in the cave reading books all day, rarely going out. The people from Cinnabar Peak had barely seen her.
"How much of the Basics of Magic Circles have you read?" The little loli dragon Long Qiqi threw Tushan Youyou a mooncake, and curiously asked.
"Almost half." Tushan Youyou caught the mooncake, looked at it, smelled it, and asked Long Qiqi, "What is this?"
Huang Feiyu already had considerable control over his body. When he first transformed into flames, his whole person was raging inferno. Without control, he could affect temperatures within a hundred meter radius. But now sitting in the Pavilion in the Middle of the Lake, his impact on others was not great.
Compared to Tian Wenjin's bad mood, this guy felt guilty. He could not participate in the other people's conversations in the pavilion, and could only stay with this tiger who only knew how to diligently eat.
Chasing the Wind's food bowl was filled with roasted meat. He lay on the ground leisurely eating it, his tail wagging happily, and soon finished the whole bowl of meat.
He picked up the bowl in his mouth, placed it on the stone table, and lifted a paw to gesture at Huang Feiyu, sticking out his tongue to say, "I want that, that, that..."
Huang Feiyu looked at Chasing the Wind, then held out his own hands to show him, as if saying, do you see these hands of mine can hold chopsticks?
Seeing Huang Feiyu's flaming hands, Chasing the Wind immediately understood that Huang Feiyu couldn't eat. He couldn't help but give Huang Feiyu a look of disdain. Even unable to hold chopsticks, your transformation sucks!
Huang Feiyu was beyond tears. He would never have imagined he would be looked down upon by a tiger for being inconvenient to eat.
Not wanting to bother with someone who couldn't eat, Chasing the Wind opened his huge mouth and shouted, "Dad!"
Qin Ran looked over and saw a big white tiger standing up, front paws resting on the table, mouth wide open with meat scraps about to fall out onto the table.
He hurried over and slapped the kitty head, scolding, "Your drool got into the dishes!"
Chasing the Wind dropped to the ground, extremely aggrieved. He felt he had been discriminated against.
But he rolled around on the ground, then stood up again some distance from the table. He pointed at Qin Ran with his paw, "Dad, I want that, that, that..."
Although very aggrieved, he still had to eat.
As Qin Ran picked food for him with chopsticks, he lectured,
"Don't you know how big you are? If you ruin all the food, what will the rest of us eat? I've told you many times to think of others, why are you still so selfish?"
Chasing the Wind's round cute ears flapped, flapping away Qin Ran's nagging... He didn't hear any of it at all, just staring at his own food bowl.
Huang Feiyu looked strangely at Qin Ran and Chasing the Wind's interaction. Only then did he realize that Qin Ran was raising Chasing the Wind not as a spiritual beast or combat pet, but as a child, a son.
The foolish son of the landowner... Chasing the Wind.
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