Shang Qing stared at her eyes and quickly denied, "Not me, it's my nanny. When I came out in the morning, I secretly put it in the insulation box while they were not paying attention..." Speaking of this, Shang Qing suddenly yelled, "I have forgotten to take several pickles for you."

Shang Qing's expression was extremely annoyed, and Dongfang Yu chuckled, "This is already very good."

The porridge is gone, and eating pickles like this will make you thirsty. Let’s talk about it at noon.

At this time, Dongfang Yu remembered something very serious, and his soft voice rang indoors, "Xiaoqing, can you cook?"

Shang Qing seemed to have been prepared and said frankly, "I can cook porridge, stew rice, stew vegetables, but I can't stir-fry vegetables."

"Not bad, not bad..." This is much better than what Dongfang Yu thought just now. He nodded, "Thank you for your hard work."

Shang Qing laughed and said, "Brother Dongfang, it's okay. I have brought several cookbooks, and then I can do it as I have on the book."&1t;i>&1t;/i>

"Do what is in the book?" Dongfang Yu frowned in surprise.

"Yes, you haven't read the cookbook yet. The above description of how to cook is very detailed. How much salt and sugar is added, and then what is put first and then what is put. All of them are written very clearly. You can make delicious stir-fry according to the method there."

“Are you talking about recipes?”

"It should be similar to the recipe."

Dongfang Yu was stunned for a moment and said leisurely, "I have been with an imperial chef in the palace for a while."

"The Imperial Chef in the Palace?" Shang Qing raised her eyebrows, and Shui Lingling's eyes were shocked, and then she felt a little excited, "Brother Dongfang, are you telling the truth? Have you ever seen a real Imperial Chef in the Palace?"

Dongfang Yu nodded, "I still have a clear memory, maybe it has something to do with eating."&1t;i>&1t;/i>

"Do you mean you have a lot of things you can't remember?" Shang Qing suddenly asked, staring at Dongfang Yu without blinking.

"It must be." Dongfang Yu sighed long and looked calm, "Don't you know too, I have been walking in the world for a long time, not everything is remembered very clearly, and some have been forgotten completely."

Dongfang Yu had never seen Shang Qing before, and she felt that she had become much closer in an instant, so she became bolder. Shang Qing was a girl who was quick to speak. She spoke frankly, "Brother Dongfang, can I ask you something?"

Dongfang Yu nodded, "You ask."

Shang Qing hesitated for a moment, but said, "If I ask wrong, don't be angry, okay?"

Dongfang Yu smiled, "Silly girl, why am I angry with you? You don't avoid suspicion and don't hold grudges to take care of me. I'm so grateful. No matter what you do or say, I won't be angry."&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Shang Qing smiled chuckled, as if she had received Shangfang's sword as happy as she was. She looked at Dongfang Yu, and her eyes flashed with cunning, "Brother Dongfang, do you have descendants in this world now? If so, are they older than you? Have you never seen them?"

Shang Qing did not pause when she asked this, because this matter had been in her heart for a long time. She was really curious. Even if a person like Dongfang Yu could live for a hundred years, then a woman would definitely fall in love with him a hundred years ago. If the two became a kiss, then their child would be over 80 years old now, just like Gu Qingfeng, leaning on crutches.

However, she had never heard Dongfang Yu say it, and she had never asked Xiaobai. During the time Xiaobai was with her, Shang Qing had never asked Xiaobai about Dongfang Yu.

So I am naturally very curious.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Dongfang Yu really didn't expect Shang Qing to ask such a thing. Suddenly, he stared at the little girl in front of him, and a look of unnatural flashed across his expression. He was a little difficult to answer for such a topic, but he still had to tell Shang Qing the truth.

To avoid this little girl from having a random thought.

"I have never been a relative, so how could there be descendants? Don't say such nonsense again in the future."

Dongfang Yu's voice as light as clouds sounded slowly indoors, with gentleness, a hint of helplessness, and a hint of unnaturalness.

For some reason, when Shang Qing heard this, countless bubbles of joy appeared in her sweet heart. Her eyes shone with bright light, and her fair little face flew onto two magnificent clouds. Her eyes were looking at each other, and her spirit was flying. She looked very energetic, even giving people a feeling of vitality. Then she saw Dongfang Yu staring at her quietly. Her dark eyes seemed to be two bottomless vortexes. As long as she looked deep, she would involuntarily fall into it and could no longer extricate herself.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

At this moment, his heart suddenly seemed to stop and beat him. Shang Qing turned around in a hurry and ran away with the insulation box and a small spoon.

Dongfang Yu was stunned and stared quietly in the direction where Shang Qing left. Until Shang Qing turned around the corner of the room, his gaze was still there, while Xiaobai looked at Dongfang Yu quietly without disturbing his master's contemplation.

Dongfang Yu looked at it for a while, and then heard the sound of brushing things in the kitchen. For some reason, such a sound made such a dead apartment come alive in an instant, and Dongfang Yu's heart that had been silent for a long time jumped up.

Dongfang Yu sighed deeply.

A pair of deep eyes flashed a little complicated, and moved their eyes from the door to the wall facing him. There was a painting hanging on it, which was already framed and painted by him by himself.

The distant mountains are painted with green bridges and flowing water. At the end of the bridge is a three-story wooden building, surrounded by several centuries-old camphor trees, and a tall ginkgo tree, and not far away is a peach forest.

The wooden building is decorated in a simple way, but it is elegant everywhere.

The road leading to the river is paved with cobblestones.

On both sides of the path are green grass that is only finger-high, and around the grass are blooming peonies.

It looks like a paradise here.

He remembered that the peach trees in the peach forest were fifty-eight years old today.

This is where he once lived.

It can be regarded as his favorite place.

He lived there for decades.

The peaches produced by the peach trees are particularly sweet, and the woods that build wooden buildings are all red sandalwood that are rare in a century. Now there are very few.

That place is isolated from the world and can be called a paradise. And his ancestors set up a formation. Ordinary mortals will never see it. Even people in the Xuanmen will only appear unless they have higher cultivation than their ancestors.
Chapter completed!