When he got home, Jian Ningxuan was taking a shower in the bathroom, washed his hands, tied his apron, and started cooking.

The little kid jumped over, hung on her earlobe and watched her chop it. When she picked up a clam, she suddenly jumped down and stood on the shell, using her tentacles to keep plucking.

"Do you want it?" An Bu asked, looking at the inconspicuous clam.

The little guy jumped around happily for a few times.

An Bu smiled and put the clam into the fish tank of the fish. After the big-footed hornet (red shrimp), the fish had another friend.

Clams are one of the five immortal beasts on Earth. The oldest clam is currently found to be 507 years old. The other four undead creatures are the lighthouse jellyfish that can rejuvenate, the water bear insect that can survive in the vacuum of the universe, the planarian insect that can continuously regenerate, and the rotifer insect that can only reproduce without a male, and can reproduce monosexually.

In terms of survival, Anbu feels that Mianli is very similar to Water Bears. This kind of creature can survive in extremely cold, extremely hot or even vacuum environments, and can merge with other organisms' DNA evolution itself. The difference is that Water Bears are very wide distributed, and they can find traces of them in any yard. However, Mianli is very rare and almost extinct, mainly because they have the instinct to purify pollution. When the purification speed cannot keep up with the pollution speed, their lifespan will be shortened.

Anbu felt that stingy is probably the only life that can accompany her for hundreds or thousands of years.

"Give you a name too?" An Bu thought about it and said, "You will be called 'Red Queen' in the future. As for you, it will be called 'Grey Shell'."

"By Bu is back?" Jian Ningxuan walked out of the bathroom in a bathrobe and walked to An Bu, wiping his wet hair with a towel while enjoying the natural air conditioning.

"Mr. Jane, look, you have another daughter and a son." Anbu pointed to the red shrimp and clams and introduced, "It is called 'Jian Honghou', and it is called 'Jian Huibei'."

Jian Ningxuan: "..." After taking a shower, there was a shrimp daughter and a clam son.

The little kid squatted on the edge of the fish tank, looking down at his younger brother and sister.

"Honghou, gray shells, come over and say hello to dad." An Bu waved at them.

Jian Ningxuan: If they could understand them, he would wash dishes for three days.

However, something magical happened. Honghou swam to the glass jar with dozens of thin legs, gently waving his tentacles. The gray shells spread their shells and exposed their tender clam meat to them.

Jian Ningxuan:...This is unscientific.

It’s cheap →_→: You’re cheap, dad.

That night, Jian Ningxuan took the initiative to take over the dishwashing work. He agreed to three days and never broke his promise. (An Bu: Who has agreed to you...)

Before going to bed, Jian Ningxuan leaned against the head of the bed with his laptop in his arms, looked at Anbu who was carving a bamboo tube, and asked casually: "Is the work going well?"

"It's okay. Today I'm mainly familiar with the environment and the work and rest time of the elderly." Anbu carefully carved on the bamboo tube, his fingers flying, as light as a butterfly, his long eyelashes swung slightly, and his serious and focused side face exuded a fascinating brilliance.

Jian Ningxuan looked at it and suddenly called out: "By step."

"Um?"

"Let's get married?"

Anbu's movement paused for 1 second, then continued to tick it: "I'll think about it."

Jian Ningxuan: Do you still have to consider it? Wouldn’t it be better to take him as yourself as soon as possible...

After waiting for a long time, Jian Ningxuan did not wait for An Bu's answer until his sleepiness hit.

The next day, when Jian Ningxuan woke up, Anbu had already gone out.

He walked out of bed and was about to go to the bathroom to wash. He accidentally saw the object placed by the window. It was the bamboo tube that Anbu carved last night. There was a beautiful rose inside the bamboo tube.

Jian Ningxuan walked over, picked up the bamboo tube and played with it carefully. The bamboo tube was carved with flowers and stems, and tied with branches. There were also two sentences below: [Hold your hands for a lifetime, don't forget eternity.]

Mr. Jian, you love me for the rest of your life, and I remember you for the rest of your life...

When he arrived at the Dong family, the nanny took Anbu to the old man's bedroom, poured a cup of hot tea, chatted for a few words before leaving.

"Old lady, you look good today." Anbu sat by the window holding the hot tea, looking at the old man on the bed with a smile.

Mrs. Dong snorted coldly and said nothing.

"Will you go out to bask in the sun later?" Anbu turned his head and looked out the window. "The flowers in the yard are in bloom, and the peach tree you planted with your own hands has also bear fruit, but it is thin and small, and it doesn't seem very delicious."

Mrs. Dong looked sideways and couldn't help looking out the window, but due to the angle, she could only see a few branches.

"I can make peach sago, peach milkshake, rosenia peach fruit flower tea, peach pie, peach jam. Do you want to try it?" An Bu smiled, "Although you can't eat too much, you can still taste it a little."

Mrs. Dong was a little moved, but she still looked disdainful.

Anbu has rich experience in dealing with this kind of arrogance.

"How about I use peaches to make you a different food every other day until I eat up all the peaches on the tree. What do you think?" An Bu suggested.

Mrs. Dong: Humph, you can do whatever you want. If it doesn’t taste delicious, get out of here.

Anbu seemed to see through her thoughts and said, "If it is not delicious, I can only blame the peaches you planted for growing too much."

Mrs. Dong glared: Nonsense, the peaches I planted are the best.

"Will you pick it or not? You'll know if it's delicious later." Anbu slowly drank the tea.

"Let's go." Mrs. Dong suddenly spoke.

"What?" Anbu looked up at her.

"Go pick peaches now!"

Anbu raised his eyebrows, put down the teacup, got up and went to the bed. He was about to pick her up, but she heard her scolding, "Can you hold me with your little arms and legs? Hurry up and call Uncle Wang in."

Anbu kept moving, and carried her to a wheelchair with a standard princess hug.

Mrs. Dong: “…”

Pushing the wheelchair out of the room and heading all the way to the backyard.

The Dong family's house is a small Chinese manor, simple and elegant, quiet and comfortable, but it is too deserted and large, but only three or five people live in it.

The flowers and trees in the backyard are managed by gardeners and grow very well, but the peach tree is already in aging state, with sparse branches and leaves and green fruits.

Mrs. Dong looked at the peach tree with remembrance and sadness on her face.

"Old lady, I just counted it. There are about 60 fruits in this peach tree. Should I pick one and try it? We are half of them."

Mrs. Dong didn't say a word, and she even agreed.

Anbu chose a ripe peach, went to the kitchen to wash the peaches, peeled off the skin, cut them into eight pieces, soaked two of them in a cup of hot milk, and then brought them to the yard together.

"So your peach meat in milk for a while first, and wait until it is soft before eating." An Bu explained, and then started to eat it on his own.

Seeing that she was eating with relish, Mrs. Dong stared at her angrily and said in a low voice: "The peaches belong to my family, why do I have only two petals? You have six petals!"

"Don't be so stingy. The first time I tasted the peaches grown by the old lady, I naturally have to eat more." An Bu replied with a smile.

"Hmph." Mrs. Dong said dissatisfied, "Are mine ready? Come and try it for me."

"It should be almost done." An Bu forked a piece of flesh from the milk with a fork and handed it to Mrs. Dong's mouth.

Mrs. Dong bit into her mouth without hesitation, and then her teeth were sore that her peach flesh almost fell out and she almost vomited.

I just saw Anbu eating so happily and thought it tasted good, but it turned out to be sour like this bird. This is still soaked in milk, and those that have not soaked in water will be even more sour.

Mrs. Dong glanced at her: This girl is really...
Chapter completed!