Those who speak the way of heaven follow the law.
Once spoken, mountains and rivers can be moved, life and death can be determined, and all things can be controlled by its applause.
Therefore, as the Heavenly Dao in Cangming Realm who turned his hands to make clouds and rain, Qing Ming lived a very happy life.
Until that day——
As soon as she opened her eyes, she found herself in a dilapidated woodshed, and the boy next to her was handing over half a shriveled bun.
Qingming:? ? ?
When did such a vulgar thing as steamed buns deserve to appear in front of her?
She sneered and waved away the young man's hand, her red lips parted slightly: "The Yunxiao Immortal Palace, the beautiful wine and jade dew, appear!"
However, after a few breaths, the woodshed is still a woodshed, and the steamed buns are still just steamed buns.
Qing Ming was silent.
The young man also fell silent.
Qing Ming, whose stomach was growling for a long time, finally spoke.
"Um... Do you still have steamed buns?"
(The author's writing is useless, he lets himself go, it's a cool article,)
Intention: The way of heaven is affectionate
