Chapter 876： Grind the iron pestle into a needle

"I, I'm grinding needles." The old man raised his head and glanced at Ning Rongrong, his eyes filled with kindness, and the rubbing speed of his hands gradually increased.

"Grinding needles?" After Ning Rongrong heard this, he stared at the stick held in the old man's hand in a daze.

"Old man, your stick is too jealous. I guess it won't be as fine as a needle." Ning Rongrong smiled sweetly. She felt that the old man's brain might not be bright.

"How can it be impossible? Although my stick is meter and big, as long as the skill is deep, the iron rod can make needles... Uh, no, even the iron rod can make needles!"

The old man vowed to look at Ning Rongrong and said:

"Child, the truth is actually the same as you young people learn. No matter what you learn, you must be persistent and unwavering. Only in this way can you succeed!"

After saying this set of principles.

The old man believes that such a deed that can inspire Li Taibai to become a poet can not let a Ning Rongrong run 20 laps firmly?

Ning Rongrong looked at the old man who was dawdling there, his face really showed a thoughtful look.

"If even the iron pestle can be ground into needles, isn't it possible for girls to be hungry like boys? It's terrible, I have to go to Notting City to eat something delicious, for example papaya."

Speaking of which.

Ning Rongrong bowed deeply at Lao Zhang.

"Grandpa, I was a little bit sad about skipping classes, but fortunately, I met you and swept away the hesitation in my heart. Thank you!"

"???"

The old man looked at Ning Rongrong with question marks.

You misinterpreted such a small fable with such a positive energy?

Is there something in your little girl's head?

Although Ye Feng was a little unwilling, he felt that with Ning Rongrong's current state, it might be too late to say anything, so he had to put down the iron rod in his hand and left with the cart.

Ning Rongrong, who had lost his psychological burden, hummed a cheerful song in his mouth, bounced and continued to walk in the direction of Notting City.

Walked for a while.

Ning Rongrong suddenly smelled a very strong gourmet scent.

This made Ning Rongrong's spirit, who was already hungry, unable to help.

Follow the smell and look.

Ning Rongrong found a middle-aged man with a refined figure, short brown hair and a black sunglasses on his face. He was pushing a small cart there to make some kind of delicious flavor exuding a strong fragrance.

"Uncle, what are you doing? It smells delicious?" Ning Rongrong jumped forward and stood next to the man's car. He couldn't help but salivate when he watched the delicious food he was making. Swallow down while living.

"This is called "cut cake". It's a very special kind of delicacy. You shouldn't have seen it before."

The middle-aged man raised his head and smiled, the eyes in his eyes seemed very gentle, especially the special-looking bangs, which gave people a very reassuring feeling.

"Cut cake? It smells pretty fragrant, shouldn't it be delicious? But it seems to be troublesome to make?"

Ning Rongrong stood in front of the middle-aged man's car, blinking his big shiny eyes, watching the man in front of him making cakes in an orderly manner.

"Well, sliced ​​cake is a special snack made from a variety of materials. Although the production process is complicated, it is rich in nutrition and has a good taste. Do you want to eat it? It's expensive." The man said with a smile.

"Haha, expensive is fine, as long as it is delicious, I never care about money." Ning Rongrong smiled disapprovingly.

Qibao Liuli Sect is rich and quite rich. How could she be afraid of expensive when she cut cakes in a mere trivial area?

Eat it!

"Okay, but this cake is not finished yet. If you want to eat it, you may have to wait patiently for a while." The middle-aged man smiled.

"Okay, no problem, for good food, it's worth the wait."

Ning Rongrong seemed to be infected by the middle-aged man's smile, and her own smile became more and more brilliant, as if this man had a special appeal.

"By the way, uncle, my name is Ning Rongrong, what is your name?" Ning Rongrong asked while sitting beside the middle-aged man's car.

"My name is Lan Ran, you can call me Uncle Lan." Lan Ran smiled, looking very sincere.

"Lan Ran? Uncle Lan? What a nice name." Ning Rongrong smiled and nodded, like a little girl, watching Lan Ran make this special cut cake for her.

have to say.

The making process of cutting cake is indeed very complicated. Ning Rongrong looked forward to the process after another. Although the cake has not been completely finished, Ning Rongrong can't wait for the fragrance that exudes.

About an hour and a half passed.

Seeing that the cut cake had begun to take shape, Ai Ran suddenly put down the tool in his hand and sighed.

"Oh, I really can't hold on to the last moment, so I can only give up."

Talking.

Ai Ran turned off the fire on the stove and put down the tools in his hands.

"Rongrong, I'm sorry, it takes a lot of energy to make cut cakes. If you don't maintain a good mood, then you don't actually do this cake." Lan Ran shook his head.

Looking at Lan Ran with a look of loss, Ning Rongrong did not blame him for wasting his time, but solemnly encouraged him:

"Uncle! What are you doing! You have made cakes for so long. If you give up now, wouldn't your previous efforts be in vain? You can't just give up halfway through! Hold on! Hold on again! This deliciousness is born!"

Listening to Ning Rongrong’s caring voice of encouragement, Lan Ran looked at Ning Rongrong thoughtfully: "You are right. As the saying goes, people who walk a hundred miles are half 90. In fact, there are many things in life. In this way, when we want to give up, in fact, as long as we persist, we may succeed."

Aizen's voice fell.

Ning Rongrong's pretty face seemed to reveal a little Mingwu.

Although she didn't say anything, Airan thought she should understand.

Ever since.

Aizen picked up the tools again and completed the last step of making cakes.

"Okay, the cake is ready and ready to be eaten, so that you will never forget it after you eat it." Lan Ran smiled faintly.

"Wow! It smells so good!" Ning Rongrong looked at the freshly baked cake in front of him with excitement, and said: "Uncle, look, just because you insisted on it again, you didn't give up halfway, and the cake was finished."

"Hehe, yeah, this is the strength of perseverance." Aizen pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose, picked up the shovel for cutting cakes, and asked: "Since you and I are so congenial, I can sell this cake for a cheap price You can buy one or two as long as one Gold Soul Coin. How much do you want?"Zhou Tian: Check in from Hokage to