Yan Xi stood in the kitchen, dumbfounded by the conversation between the three brothers.

Really three living treasures.

He usually pretends to be an older brother in front of his younger brothers and sisters, and when they get together, his age automatically decreases. The three of them together are nine years old? He's not even as old as Nezha.

Originally, Yan Xi wanted to cook in person to thank Su Rui, but before Luo Junheng could say anything, Su Rui declined, "No, there are these bastards here, so I don't need to trouble you."

The bastards he calls are disciples like Yun Qing, Yun Tian and Yun Hua.

Outside, they are also great men that everyone respects, but in Master Su Rui's place, they are all brats, and they indeed cause Master to worry a lot.

As the eldest brother, Yun Qing was peeling garlic and supervising the work. He smiled and said to Yan Xi: "Auntie, leave the kitchen to us. You can rest and don't be tired."

"Yes, auntie, my cooking is delicious. Master is so picky that he praises the deliciousness of my cooking." Yunhua smiled naively at Yan Xi.

Su Rui's ears were pointed and he glanced towards the kitchen, "Who has a picky mouth?"

Yunhua was startled and quickly slapped his mouth.

"I'm picky about Master, but you can eat it deliciously without being picky at all."

Yan Xi knew that Su Rui had always been strict with his disciples. Even Yunqing, the most favored disciple, was afraid of him. He hurriedly walked towards the living room and said, "Arui, let me try your tea."

With the help of his eldest aunt, Yun Hua escaped the disaster. He fearfully stuck out his tongue at his senior brother, turned around and focused on cooking, not daring to talk nonsense.

Yan Xi drank a cup of tea and felt refreshed.

"Well, this tea is really good."

Su Rui was very happy that the tea he brought was liked by Yan Xi. He raised his lips and became more energetic, saying: "If this tea is brewed with the mountain spring water in Meisuli, the taste will be even better. One day you can go to Meisuli."

Su Li, I’ll brew it for you to drink.”

"OK."

Yan Xi responded with a smile. When she saw Luo Junheng looking over, she met his eyes and said, "I should also go to Messuli to see my cemetery."

Luo Junheng moved his lips. Before he could speak, Yan Yuan almost spit out the tea in his mouth. He looked at Yan Xi, "Why are you going? To pay homage to yourself?"

"..."

Luo Junheng frowned and glared at Yan Yuan, "Shut up if you don't know how to speak."

Yan Yuan silently lowered his head and drank tea.

Luo Junheng turned to look at Yan Xi with deep eyes, "Xi Xi..."

"It's fine."

Yan Xi knew what he wanted to say, so she held his hand and said, "I know that that place must be the place you go to every year, but you are most afraid of going. This time, I won't let you go by yourself, I will accompany you.

Listen to what you have said to me in the past ten years or so. I want to hear what is in your heart and see where I am buried."

People always taboo to talk about "death", but death is the final destination of a person's life. She has died once, so there is nothing to avoid.

In fact, people who die are relaxed. After death, they are done with it. They are gone with the light and dust. The ones who suffer are often the living people, who still have to live with their tenacious vitality.

As long as she thinks of Aheng sitting alone in front of her tomb, she will feel a dense pain deep in her heart, so this trip is not only to heal Luo Junheng's injuries, but also to heal her own heartache. There is no way to avoid it.

She chose to face it bravely.

It's hard for Luo Junheng to say "no" to Yan Xi here.
Chapter completed!