She was so decisive that Chen Zhen looked at her in surprise.

Yan Yan looked at Chen Zhen calmly with her eyes: "A person can only truly experience the taste after experiencing certain things. For example, a child has never lost his mother. No matter how you say or listen to him, he cannot personally feel the strong pain of losing his mother."

"For example, you have never eaten steamed buns that are actually made of flour. No matter how I describe them to you, you can't feel how wonderful it is to actually make of flour."

Chen Zhen was a little dazed, obviously thinking about Yan Yan’s words seriously.

Yan Yan continued: "Everything in the world needs to be experienced in person. You have truly felt all kinds of feelings. Only when you meet again can you feel familiarity and truly bring it into yourself!"

When she spoke, her palm flipped and a white steamed bun made of Lingmai flour was added.

He handed the steamed bun to Chen Zhen, and Yan Yan smiled: "Your home is a snack shop, and you eat steamed buns all day long. My one looks the same as your steamed buns, but it is made of real flour. Can you taste the same taste as the steamed buns you are used to eating?"

Chen Zhen reached out to take the steamed bun in Yan Yan's hand in confusion.

When Mantou gave Chen Zhen, Yan Yan continued, "You don't have a confidant, but I have close friends who have been in love and are close friends. However, when I listened to that song just now, I didn't hear the familiar feeling you said."

Yan Yan is telling the truth.

When she listened to the piano music just now, she felt calm and relaxed, and even filled with expectations for a better future, but she did not have any sense of familiarity.

She knows the reason.

She wouldn't feel familiar, because this song is not hers.

This is Chen Zhen.

Especially when Chen Zhen expressed his familiarity with his long-term confidant, Yan Yan became more convinced of his guess.

Unfortunately, Mahaloga can't speak now, so he can only remind her and Chen Zhen in this very abstract musical form.

However, Yan Yan also had a question in her mind.

Why did Mahaloga know about Chen Zhen’s songs?

She knew that if it was Mahaloka, who was once the god of Siyin, could easily see through the human spiritual world and express it in the other party's singing, there was no problem at all.

But after being refined into weapons, Mahaloga lost this ability.

At least Yan Yan has never seen it use it for so long, or perhaps the cultivation level it had accumulated before was not enough.

But this time it suddenly appeared. Yan Yan felt that based on her understanding of Mahaloga's personality, it was not a personality that easily showed up.

Unless...when you meet someone you used to be?

Yan Yan is trying hard to figure out the inner connection between these things.

Chen Zhen has already started to taste the steamed buns that Yan Yan gave him.

He stared at him in disbelief after only taking a bite.

This steamed bun is so delicious!

It is not only sweet and sticky when chewed in the mouth, but also has a light sweetness. More importantly, the flour seems to have a natural toughness, which is much more chewy than the steamed buns made of mixed grains at home mixed with rice and flour.

Yan Yan said nothing wrong. Although he ate steamed buns every day, if he had never eaten such steamed buns, he would not be able to experience such a beautiful taste if he had never eaten them before!

Chen Zhen looked up at Yan Yan excitedly and nodded vigorously: "I think my sister's words just now make sense. I really can't have a personal and familiar perception without having any real feelings!"

After saying that, he stared at the steamed bun that had been bitten in his hand: "For example, this steamed bun looks exactly the same as the one I sit at home, but the taste is very different! So..."

When he said this, his eyes were very bright, and the doubts he had just now swept away.

The little flame of hope was ignited in Yan Yan's eyes again.

Unexpectedly, she had spoken so much before, but the child was still unmoved and was finally awakened by a steamed bun.

Although the process is a bit tortuous and the methods are a bit weird, the result is finally good.

Yan Yan finally showed a gratified smile on her face.

This child has a very good understanding.

Yan Yan was about to strike while the iron was hot, to wake up Chen Zhen’s identity, and then reiterate the words that Chen Zhen would seduce the monster.

But before Yan Yan could speak, Chen Zhen still looked at her with his particularly bright eyes and said excitedly: "Sister! Can you... can you give me two more steamed buns like this?"

Yan Yan’s death!

I just praised my understanding of nature, but in the end, nothing is the nature, it activates the foodie attributes!

Yan Yan was a little annoyed.

Chen Zhen also saw that Yan Yan was unhappy. He also felt that he had not eaten a steamed bun enough and asked him for it. Such behavior was indeed a bit more aggressive.

But the steamed bun was so delicious that he couldn't help but feel excited. However, seeing Yan Yan's face turned dark, Chen Zhen quickly explained:

"Sister, don't blame me for being greedy. I just think this steamed bun is so delicious. My mother has made steamed buns for so many years, and she has never eaten such delicious steamed buns. I just want to take two of them back, one for my mother and the other for my master, and ask them to try them too."

Maybe he was thin-skinned, but Chen Zhen's face turned red unconsciously when he explained.

Looking at Chen Zhen, Yan Yan sighed in his heart.

How can such a sensible child get angry?

Yan Yan sighed, took out a two-layer large food box from the ring and stuffed it directly into Chen Zhen's arms: "There are all such steamed buns here, I'll give them to you."

After saying that, Yan Yan turned around and walked back.

Chen Zhen chased after him with a huge food box: "I can't do it, how can I collect so many? I just need two..."

Yan Yantou didn't reply: "This is not worth it. Your mother gave me snacks in the morning. Let me pay her gift."

Yan Yan didn't stop while talking, and walked towards the inn when she left the dense forest.

Later, Chen Zhen shouted: "Sister, I'm having dinner at my house at noon. My mother told me before leaving..."

Yan Yan still didn't look back, but waved her hand: "I don't need to eat. I'll get your mother's feelings and I'll go see her next day."

Chen Zhen saw that Yan Yan seemed to be in a bad mood, and guessed that she might be a little unhappy because she didn't agree to help her catch monsters.

Holding the heavy food box in his arms, Chen Zhen felt that this sister was really good, and she felt even more and more sad, but there was no other way, so she had to go home alone in disappointment.

But Chen Zhen's figure had just disappeared from the corner of the street. Yan Yan turned into a remote alley next to him, and the people disappeared on the spot.

As soon as she entered the Sumeru realm, she had not yet spoken, but she heard a clear and clear music.

Yan Yan subconsciously touched his upper arm.

Mahaloga is still there.

Looking at the niche, I saw a translucent green-colored guqin on Canghua's knees.

It turned out to be the piano created by Canghua using the power of wood.
Chapter completed!