Upon hearing this, Village Chief Liu praised: "That's right, everyone go home and get a spoon and a bowl, and take some porridge back."
The villagers trotted back home.
Seeing that everyone had dispersed, Luo Mingyue made room on the ground, so she put a large bowl of chopped boiled eggs and a large bowl of soft white steamed buns.
When the villagers came over with the basins, they were surprised and delighted.
"Oh my god, boiled eggs!"
"The eggs at the Immortal's house must be very big, so they cut them specially for us."
"Steamed buns! These are white flour steamed buns... I used to eat whole grain bread, and only during festivals can I eat steamed buns that are so fragrant and soft..."
"Wow, this overwhelming wealth… ah no, this supreme delicacy is finally mine!"
The little people only regretted that they did not bring two more basins. Some of them filled the millet porridge with a large spoon and went home to get a new container. Some of them filled a bowl with boiled eggs and went home happily.
Many families in the village raise chickens, but not everyone can eat eggs.
The villagers surrounded the stone basin tightly on all sides, fearing that it would be gone if they arrived too late.
Luo Mingyue was watching from the sky and suddenly regretted why she had fed the food so carelessly. The villagers of Tianliu Village could not hear her voice and could not communicate with her, so there was some chaos and disarray when they received the food.
Luo Mingyue tried to communicate with the silver-haired prophet, but the prophet was like a wooden man, staring at her with his head raised, without saying a word.
Luo Mingyue: "…"
This silver-haired young man was handsome, but maybe his brain wasn't very good?
Luo Mingyue could only give up the idea of communicating with him.
Village Chief Liu howled a few times, asking everyone to line up, but the crowd's voices were louder than his, so it was useless...
Although Liu Dashi and others had brought back delicious food from Mojia Village before, that was just transportation. Today, the gods were feeding them directly, which had a different meaning.
Village chief Liu looked helpless, but fortunately everyone had some sense and knew that food was precious. After serving the rice, people around him were careful to avoid knocking the rice over.
Luo Mingyue observed for a while and found that there was no stampede, so she took another spoon and added some boiled eggs into the stone basin.
"The gods even added eggs!"
The villagers looked up and exclaimed: "The immortal's spoon is really big."
Village Chief Liu took the opportunity to shout, "Be quiet, the gods are watching us from above, be careful, if the gods think we are rude, they might take our things back."
The villagers gradually slowed down and began to line up.
At this time, Qianxue patted Luo Mingyue's arm with her claws and said, "Master, don't be fickle, the poor little ones in Mo Village are still hungry."
Perhaps because of preconceived notions, Qianxue prefers the villains in Mo Village.
Luo Mingyue said: "Don't worry, I haven't forgotten them."
As she spoke, she took out a stone basin filled with breakfast from the storage space.
There are two kinds of soup, meatball soup and spicy soup.
The other three stone basins contained chopped buns, steamed eggs, and refreshing pickles.
However, the meatballs in the meatball soup were all broken into pieces, and there was vermicelli in the soup.
No chopped green onions or coriander were added; these two ingredients were placed separately so that the kids can add them as they like.
Seeing Liu Dashi and others still transporting the stone sculptures on the road, Luo Mingyue grabbed the carriage.
Liu Dashi and his brothers were all shocked, "Someone stole our horses!"
"Shut your mouth, that's the prophet's horse, when did it become ours?"
Liu Dashi cursed and swore. He was almost scared to death!
Because he was riding on a horse!
As the horse took off into the air, Liu Dashi also rose into the air and went up to the sky.
At this time, his group of brothers were still paying attention to the horses. Which was more important, the horses or the people?
Liu Dashi's calves trembled, but the next second, his eyes blurred and his feet landed on solid ground. He found himself and his car next to the Immortal Family Terrace in Mojia Village.
Jiang Yanfeng was eating. When he saw the hand in the sky, he put down his bowl and chopsticks in time and asked, "Dashi, how come you were captured by the immortal this time?"
"What do you mean by captured?" Liu Dashi came back to his senses and realized what had just happened. He immediately smiled and said, "Just now I was riding a horse and was walking towards your village. Behind the horse was a cart with stone sculptures. The immortal must have seen that I was too tired from traveling and sympathized with me, so he sent me here."
Jiang Yanfeng automatically ignored the unimportant content and asked, "Is the carving done?"
Liu Dashi said proudly: "Of course."
While he was speaking, Luo Mingyue grabbed his brothers one by one.
The brothers had seen Liu Dashi being captured before, so they were mentally prepared. "It was too fast. I didn't even see the scenery on the road clearly."
"Is this what it feels like to fly? It's really strange to look down from such a high altitude..."
Liu Dashi told his younger brothers to stop talking nonsense and help move the stone sculptures.
Mo Jin also stepped forward, ready to help.
The stone sculpture is twenty centimeters high, covered with a red cloth, and stands upright on the carriage.
Luo Mingyue poked her head out and asked, "Where do you want to put the statue?"
Jiang Yanfeng said: "Report to the Immortal, put it on the Immortal Family Platform..."
So, Luo Mingyue lifted the red cloth, grabbed the stone sculpture, and moved it to the platform.
Mo Jin and the Liu brothers who were about to move the stone sculptures: "..."
After Luo Mingyue finished moving, she said, "Continue eating. Don't let the food get cold."
"Okay." Mo Jin sat back obediently and started eating.
Jiang Yanfeng also nodded, "Thank you for your understanding, Immortal."
The Liu brothers looked confused, "Brother Jiang?"
Jiang Yanfeng said: "The Immortal asked us to eat while it's hot."
Mo Jin had already taken out a few empty bowls and handed them over, asking the Liu brothers to sit down and eat.
It has become a habit in Mojia Village now, and everyone eats three meals together.
Liu Dashi took the bowl, thanked him, and then mustered up the courage to ask, "Brother Jiang, can you help me ask what we should do so that the immortals will favor our village?"
Hearing this, Jiang Yanfeng looked up at the sky.
Luo Mingyue was still there. She didn't keep anyone in suspense and said bluntly, "I can provide food and drink to Tianliu Village, but in their entire village, only the young children and a silver-haired young man can see me..."
Jiang Yanfeng relayed her words.
Liu Dashi said: "In our village, the only prophet has silver hair, but he doesn't like to talk much..."
Luo Mingyue had previously learned of the identity of the silver-haired young man through conversations among the villagers of Tianliu Village. She originally thought that the prophet was an old grandfather, but she didn't expect him to be so young.
Liu Dashi said again: "My Lord God, I have a secret that I want to tell you alone."
Luo Mingyue said: "You don't need to shout when talking to me, just whisper to yourself, I can hear you. If you have anything to whisper, just talk to yourself."
Jiang Yanfeng acted as a messenger and continued to relay Luo Mingyue's words.
Upon hearing this, Liu Dashi put the bowl aside, walked to a distant place where no one was around, and said, "My Lord God, I am going to start telling you a secret."