"Really?" Little Zhi heard Mu Shuangshuang's words, and his eyes, as big as grapes, widened as he looked at Mu Shuangshuang, filled with surprise and curiosity.
"When has your sister ever lied to you?"
"But there's nothing in your basket, sister." Little Zhi pouted, sniffing his nose hard, clearly still a bit skeptical.
"Haha, don't you know your sister can perform spells? Do you know about spells? They're something only immortals can do, and with them, sister can conjure up delicious things!"
For some reason, Mu Shuangshuang just wanted to tease this little creature in front of her. Modern kids believe in magic, so ancient kids probably believe in immortal spells!
Who knew as soon as she spoke, Little Zhi jumped up excitedly. "Then is sister an immortal? Little Zhi doesn't want food, but could you conjure a better cabinet for our family?
