Chapter 1772 Biscuits
When the door closed, Bai Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately he didn't find it.
After a brief shower, she walked out of the room wearing loose short-sleeved pajamas.
Chu Yan put the hot milk on the small table on the balcony, while he picked up the freshly baked snacks in the kitchen.
"What is this? What did you do?"
Chu Yan brought a plate of browned and blackened biscuits over, "I just learned, the heat is not set up properly, it's a little burnt, so don't eat it."
Bai Zhi hurriedly grabbed the plate in his hand, "I'll try it." This was Chu Yan's first time making sweets, so 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 in the sofa chair opposite Bai Zhi.
"It's delicious, not worse than the cake shop outside." She took another piece and put it in her mouth, biting out a crunchy sound.
Chu Yanle raised his eyebrows and said, "If you like it, I learned to make cupcakes. I will try it tomorrow."
So sweet and satisfying.
Especially when they say it's delicious.
The little ghost stood beside Bai Zhi, staring at the crispy biscuits on the plate, his tongue kept licking, but unfortunately he couldn't eat it.
When Chu Yan went to the kitchen to put the tray, Bai Zhi asked in a low voice, "Do you want to eat?"
The kid nodded hurriedly: "I want to eat it, but I haven't eaten it for a long, long time." For a long time, he had forgotten what the taste of this biscuit was.
"Take it if you want, there's a lot." Bai Zhi said generously.
The kid shook his head: "I'm not from the world, we can't eat your things casually unless—"
The kid stopped talking and didn't speak any further.
This request is unreasonable, at least he thinks it is unreasonable.
"Unless what?" Bai Zhi asked.
The kid shook his head: "It's nothing." He lowered his head, his face full of disappointment.
His parents, I'm afraid they can't remember his son.
Bai Zhi thought for a while and asked, "I heard that to send something to a deceased relative, you need to put the thing in front of the spiritual seat. If there is no spiritual seat, you can also wrap the thing with a postal package, and write the name and birthday of the deceased. , the relatives in the underworld can receive it, is that so?"
The little ghost looked up at Bai Zhi a little, and nodded lightly: "Yeah!" No one has ever sent him a parcel, and no one has served him with food.
Bai Zhi took out a book from the drawer under the table, "Quickly tell your name and birthday, and I'll send it to you."
The kid suddenly raised his head and looked at Bai Zhi with a look of surprise: "Really? But, but why? Why did you do this? We are not relatives, so you can ignore me completely."
"I wanted to ignore you, but you kept dangling in front of my eyes, how could I ignore you?" She smiled suddenly, and wanted to reach out to rub the kid's hair, but when she reached out, she realized that she couldn't touch it at all.
He shrank back again and smiled dryly: "Okay, you can go watch TV, I'll make a parcel now."
There are online tutorials on how to make Yinfu parcels, which is very simple. She saw it once and thought it was interesting at the time, but she didn't take it too seriously. How could she have thought that it would be useful one day in her life.
When Chu Yan packed up the dishes and came out of the oven, Bai Zhi was no longer in the living room, and only half of the milk on the table was drunk.
"Zhi'er, where have you been?" Chu Yan shouted.
Bai Zhi in the room was wearing earphones and was learning how to make parcels. She didn't hear Chu Yan's shout. When Chu Yan walked into the room, she thought it was too late to turn off the computer.