——The storyline took place two years after the finale war—

The cottage is filled with the fragrance of rice porridge.

A child with pointed ears and pumpkin leaves on his head leaned over his head and added new firewood to the fire. A girl with red hair sat next to him, watching the heat while eating honey.

"I think the fire can be bigger."

"I don't think so, I'll get lost if I get older."

"I don't think I can't mess up."

"Ph, you know something, you just eat candy."

Chu Wanning pushed in with the hunted hare, followed by a group of chattering grass selves, small flower demons, and even small moss witches as big as fingernails.

The tree spirit brother and sister sitting next to the stove immediately stood up and bowed to him in a hurry: "Shenmu Immortal Lord."

The Immortal Lord of the Divine Wood is the name of these wood spirits to Chu Wanning.

In fact, when looking back, there are some clues. He had never known why he was born with a Jiuge Shenwu in his previous life, nor why he had such a strong control over grass and trees. He even didn't understand why the wine-colored gourd that ran out of the Golden Drum Tower was respectful to him before.

Now I understand.

He is the Yan Emperor's divine tree, and the Yan Emperor's divine tree is the source of all vegetation in the world.

After the battle between Life and Death Gate, Chu Wanning and Mo Ran retired to the Nanping Valley. Those fierce and violent spells were not used for the time being, but their lives were a bit dull. Chu Wanning figured out the Wood Spirit Summoning Technique and gathered all the little monsters in the valley under his command.

"It seems to be a bit like occupying the mountain and becoming king." Mo Ran commented with a smile, "It's just a tiger-skin blanket that's spread on the floor."

But Chu Xianjun, who was the king of the mountain, was very anxious these days because Xue Meng sent a voice to them a few days ago, awkwardly saying that he wanted to come to Nanping Mountain this year's Mid-Autumn Festival and gather with them.

After two years, the relationship between the master and the apprentice was finally washed away by time and was no longer so awkward. Chu Wanning was naturally willing to meet his former beloved disciple again. So one month before the Mid-Autumn Festival, he began to seriously think about what dishes to prepare to entertain Xue Ziming.

“What is Master writing?”

At night, the candles swayed, Mo Ran leaned over, hugged Chu Wanning from behind, his chin against his shoulder, and Mo Hei's eyes looked at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone spread on the table.

He originally just asked casually, with the main purpose of trying to make my husband's brother go to bed earlier. He was actually not very interested in what Chu Wanning was writing.

What else can this guy do? He is just thinking about some mechas such as Yeyou God, and then sending the drawings to the owner of the Ma Manor in Taobao Villa, so that he can make them according to the same situation and sell them at a low price. In the end, he must sincerely write "The surplus does not need to be given to me, they all return to the top of life and death."

The result was that the cost of construction was much higher than the selling price. The owner of the Ma Manor lost money and chased Xue Ziming with the bill to ask for money.

"Well? I'm not drawing the drawing today?"

Chu Wanning replied absent-mindedly: "Where can you have inspiration every day?"

Mo Ran rubbed his cheek and kissed his earlobe: "Master..."

"What's wrong?"

“…”

Mo Ran couldn't help but straighten up and touched his nose.

He couldn't help but wonder if this day of retirement made Chu Wanning feel sick, otherwise why would he be so intimate and only get a hard "What's wrong" with no tone yet.

Really, I saw a ghost.

It was not until this time that Mo Ran finally began to carefully look at what Chu Wanning had written on the table. It would be fine if he didn't read it, but this shocked him to take a big step back.

"What are you writing?!"

I was a question just now, but this time I sighed with horror.

Chu Wanning was unhappy with his tone, and finally put down the pen in Hubiao, slowly raised a pair of aggressive phoenix eyes, narrowing slightly. Even though the long eyelashes of the two curtains were soft like thighs, they could not cover the sharpness of his eyes.

However, no matter how fierce the eyes were, they could not match Chu Wanning's words at this moment.

"Mid-Autumn recipe."

Mo Ran: “…………”

That's right, for the first reunion banquet after the war, the Beidou Immortal Lord planned to do it himself, washing his hands and making soup for his apprentice who was quite sorry for.

Mo Ran stared at Chu Wanning's serious and stubborn face in the candlestick lamp shadow, and couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

He isn't serious, right...???

But unfortunately, Chu Xianjun is a serious person and never makes unnecessary jokes.

The next few days he frowned at the menu and studied it carefully, and deleted a few dishes from time to time - whenever Mo Ran would quietly breathe a sigh of relief, or add a few more dishes - whenever Mo Ran felt his stomach cramps faintly.

Finally, when Chu Wanning coughed twice and handed him the final draft order to see, Mo Ran calmly glanced at the top of the 100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100

"…What's wrong? Is there a little less variety?"

"No." Mo Ran felt that unless he wanted to see the new leader of the top of life and death suddenly died on the Mid-Autumn Festival night, he had to do something to stop his benefactor brother.

He thought for a while, raised his eyes and smiled at Chu Wanning, "I just think that if the reunion banquet is only prepared by Master, it would be unsatisfactory enough."

Chu Wanning frowned slightly: "Is that true?"

"Everyone said we were going to reunite." Mo Ran was very tempted, "It was naturally fun to prepare together."

Seeing that the other party was silent and seemed to be hesitating, Mo Ran's inspiration flashed and suddenly thought that Wan Ningping was strong, so he continued: "Master, do you think this is good? We each prepare five cold dishes and five hot dishes, but don't tell each other what it is. When Xue Meng comes, he will mix these twenty dishes together and serve them on the table. Finally, he will ask him which ones are good and which ones he doesn't like, how about it?"

Chu Wanning didn't speak immediately, but his eyes lit up slightly.

All of his little thoughts and expressions fell into Mo Ran's eyes, who were observing the slightest. Mo Ran held back his laughter, then held his hand, and asked in a warm voice: "Is that okay?"

Chu Wanning looked up at him: "Is this a cooking competition?"

Mo Ran touched his nose and smiled, "If you say you want to do it, just forget it."

After a little silence, Chu Wanning suddenly stood up and pulled away the bamboo slips pressed by Mo Ran with his other hand. Mo Ran was a little confused: "What's wrong?"

"I won't let you know what I do." Chu Wanning's expression was actually quite serious, "What is written on it is not counted. I'll re-image it."

Mo Ran: "..."

Chu Wanning narrowed his eyes: "Actually, I'm not much worse than you in cooking."

"Yes, yes." Mo Ran couldn't help but smile, "Everything Master said is right, then I'll wait for the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet to have a great time." He said, holding Chu Wanning's hand, rubbing the fingertips that had been called into fine calluses because of making mechas for many years, and then lowered his head and kissed.

In the candlelight, he looked at Chu Wanning's eyes that were unexpectedly wide because he was not ridiculed, and stared at Chu Wanning's tense body slowly relaxing during the kiss.

He bent his eyes gently.

"My husband, you are the best, whatever you do."

It was so easy to solve the crisis that he was becoming more and more intelligent and smart. Mo Ran silently gave himself a gift in his mind, and then stood up with a smile under Chu Wanning's gaze to clean up the unwashed dishes and chopsticks that were still spread on the short table.

That night, when Mo Ran was packing up and taking a bath and returning to the room, Chu Wanning was sitting by the window, watching him study the recipes countless times.

Hearing the sound of pushing the door, he subconsciously covered the book, and it seemed that he really regarded Mo Ran as a competitor. But Mo Ran only thought this guy was really funny. There were only a few idle books on his bookshelf, and only two related to food were required, one was "Food Records of Bashu" and the other was "Food Notes of Lin'an". What's there to hide?

However, Chu Wanning obviously felt that it was necessary to hide his own methods, so he turned off the lampstand by the window and looked up at the young man: "Have you washed?"

Mo Ran nodded with a smile.

Chu Wanning nodded briefly to show his agreement, and put the book back on the wooden rack inadvertently, and then said, "Okay, then I'll go wash it."

Mo Ran's smile became more obvious: "Master."

"Hmm?" Chu Wanning turned around.

Mo Ran seemed to be unable to tell whether he should say it, but in the end he scratched his head and reminded him with a little embarrassedly: "You have washed it before me... Have you forgotten?"

“…”

People always feel a little absent-minded when they want to hide something, even the famous Beidou Immortal is no exception.

In this awkward situation, Mo Ran looked at him with some amusement and indulgence, and then leaned over. The position by the window was very narrow, with a chair and a row of Nanzhu bookcases, and there was no extra space. Mo Ran supported one hand on the edge of the window, and Chu Wanning had no way out.

Chu Wanning didn't plan to quit. His verbal problem was much better than a few years ago, but he was still not used to being intimate in such places - especially when the personality of the Immortal Lord appeared a few days ago, he had been entangled with the unreasonable paranoid here.

Now when he thinks of those pictures, his cheeks are burning, so he becomes more and more persistent.

Chu Wanning said: "No. Go to the bed."

Mo Ran responded to him by coming over and holding his slightly cool lips.

I have to say that the things that Master Mo likes are actually very similar, but Master Mo expresses them nakedly, while Master Mo will be more tactful.

But the results are all the same.

Before he could resist, he was coaxed and deceived by Mo Ran to the lamp chair, and was exactly the same as the Immortal Lord. Master Mo moved his fingers and used his magic breath to activate Shenwu to see the ghost, and tied Chu Wanning's hands and legs to the chair.

"You can't choose a normal place?" Chu Wanning almost gritted her teeth.

Mo Ran's long eyelashes were rustling, looking innocent. He leaned down and raised his hand to touch Chu Wanning's face. His voice was actually very gentle: "I'm afraid you will get tired of it."

“…”

He was obviously doing something worse than beasts, but it sounded like he had become a girl who was afraid of being abandoned.

Mo Ran's eyes were very serious: "Master, we have only lived together for two years, and we will have a long life in the future. If we were honest in bed every night, you might think I was bored."

"You're very interesting." Chu Wanning glared at him, "Now, let go of me."

Mo Ran also half-kneeled in front of him and stared at him.

"Let go." Chu Wanning insisted.
To be continued...