After taking over his lover's work, Xing Le naturally gave the meal to everyone. Even Xing Le floated a little and said to Xuanyuan Wuming: "Butler Wuming, let's eat together?"

"No, Mr. Xing." Xuanyuan Wuming smiled and shook his head and said, "Thank you for your kindness."

"Okay." Xing Le nodded. He knew that there must be some rules that big families like the Xuanyuan family cannot be overcome.

Huo Ran took the rice bowl after a while, took the chopsticks awkwardly, sat down at the dining table.

If it were normal, Wen Qitian might have said that it was time to have dinner at this time, but today is different. A new member has come to Wen’s house today, so Wen Qitian is also waiting with a smile.

The only special thing is the warm wine with two mouths on one person. A bowl of soup before the meal. Since Wen Nuo and Xuanyuan Jimo were both there, even thunder could not be beaten.

Drinking a small cup of soup, he discussed with Wen Qitian: "Grandpa, Tongchun asked me to take him with him before his father died, so can I let Tongchun live in Wen's house?"

"Yes, it's so lively that there are so many people in the family." Wen Qitian had no objection at all. Obviously, he had regarded Wen Nuo and Tong Chun as ordinary people.

Wen Jiu raised her eyebrows when she heard this, and habitually scooped up the soup and sent it to the man beside her.

If others do such things in front of others, maybe everyone here will feel a little tired of it, but the two parties involved, one has a expressionless face but doting eyes, and the other has a smile, but they are innocent and indifferent. The tacit understanding and free and easy revealed between the two's habitual actions are very pleasing to the eye.

Everyone here who was not hungry could not help but touch their stomachs after seeing the movements of the two of them. They couldn't help but think that this soup was so delicious? Thinking of the few people here, Wen Nuo, who made soup for warm wine every day, couldn't help but look at the soup in the middle of the dinner table.

The two people upstairs did not let the people below wait for a long time. After putting on Tongchun's clothes, Wen He took Tongchun's palm down.

The two of them lined up side by side, and Tongchun's head just touched Wen He's waist, which looked like the height of Wen Nuo was not far away.

However, at this time, Xing Le noticed the clothes Tong Chun was wearing. The small sweatshirt and jeans made Xing Le recall the scene when he first met Wen He. He thought his little sun was just wearing that during the rebellious period. Because the two of them had been together for so long, his little sun never wore such a dress again.

Almost every day, there are suits, shirts and jackets. Even after taking a shower, they are all well-regarded home clothes. Xing Le thought about the toothache and thought that when she bought clothes for this kid, she must remember to prepare a piece for Wen He.

Wen He, who didn't know what Xing Le was thinking now, arranged Tongchun next to Wen Nuo and said, "Tongchun, his name is Wen Nuo."

"Ghost!" Tongchun was very stubborn in some aspects, and his eyes gradually became unkind when he looked at Wen Nuo. His thin palms were tightly clenched into fists.

"Tongchun." As this light voice came, Tongchun looked at Wenjiu in confusion. Wenjiu continued: "Wen Nuo is a ghost cultivator. I know you can see the difference between good and evil, so don't be stubborn on the surface of things."

"Okay." Tongchun looked at Wenjiu for a while and nodded.

"Well, eat." Wen Jiu lowered her head, and when she looked at the sudden meal in her bowl, the aura of the paradise disappeared instantly, replaced by an incomparable melancholy.

He held the warm wine with the chopsticks and picked up the dishes in the bowl bit by bit, and then he quickly grabbed the dishes into Xuanyuan Jimo's bowl.

When Xuanyuan Jimo looked over, Wen Jiu raised his eyes and opened his cat's eyes at Xuanyuan Jimo and blinked a few times. The latter had to defeat and put the food sent by his wife into his mouth.

After touching Wen Jiu's head with a doting heart, he said, "You can eat less supper, but you must eat more breakfast and lunch."

"Yes." Wenjiu stopped when she saw it was good and nodded quickly. As for tomorrow's affairs, I don't care about tomorrow's affairs today, so I'll talk about it today.

But after eating the food that was picked up by warm wine, Xuanyuan Jimo was afraid that the little girl would be hungry at night, so he said to Xuanyuan Wuming, who was waiting on the side: "Prepare some porridge tonight, sweet porridge."

"Yes, the head of the family." Xuanyuan Wuming nodded. Xing Le, who was standing beside him, immediately interrupted, "Butler Wuming, can you help prepare more?"

"Well, Wuming Butler, I want it too." Wen Qitian's eyes at Xuanyuan Wuming were full of hope.

I originally thought eating sweets was my wife's hobby, but since I started taking over the family affairs for a few days at Wenzhai, Xuanyuan Wuming discovered that eating sweets can also be inherited.

He smiled gracefully at everyone and said, "Yes, I will prepare more."

Wen Nuo, who was sitting next to Tongchun, didn't like this guy very much and said that he was already a ghost cultivator, but when he saw Tongchun squeezing the white rice in his bowl so hard, as if someone would snatch it, he couldn't help but think of the days when he was sold as a slave.

But Wen Nuo didn't know that such white rice was a rare delicacy for Tongchun. Tongchun, who quickly put the rice into her mouth, was just afraid that the rice would become cold and hard, and then it would make her stomach uncomfortable.

Wen Nuo sighed like a little adult, and silently put some lighter food into Tongchun's bowl.

Faced with the sudden appearance of the dish, Tongchun widened her eyes and stared at Wen Nuo, who looked younger than her, and had not moved for a long time.

Wen Nuo was extremely thin-skinned. Fortunately, as a ghost cultivator, his face was pale, and the others could not see anything unusual. Seeing that everyone had not noticed Wen Nuo here, he slowly leaned over and roared, "What do you think? If you don't like to eat, just put it on the table!"

"I like." Tong Chun, who quickly finished speaking two words, immediately buried his head in the bowl.

"Fool!" Wen Nuo looked at Tongchun who said she liked her silently complained in her heart, and slowly raised the corner of her mouth, just like the nearby dishes, she put them into Tongchun's bowl in different ways.

The latter, as for the latter, was always there, and the rice was stewed quickly, and even a grain of rice was not noticed on his face.

Looking at Wen Nuo and Tongchun's relationship, the Wen family here put their heart back in their stomachs. It was not that they had seen the interaction between the two little guys, but Tongchun still needed to take the initiative to integrate into it in the end.

Their support will only backfire. Both Tongchun and Wen Nuo will have a repulsive mentality, so it would be better to let the two of them get along with each other.

In the evening, Tongchun was naturally arranged to be in the same room with Wen Nuo. In short, Wen Nuo would not need to go to bed if he had to practice at night. To put it simply, Tongchun still had his father's cultivation in his body, but he didn't know how to use it, so Wen Nuo could guide Tongchun at the same time.

Holding her newly bought pajamas, Tong Chun stood timidly at the door, staring at Wen Nuo with her golden double pupils, and her two white and tender little feet were stepped on the soft carpet, and her insteps stepped on the insteps, but she didn't intend to speak.

Wen Nuo, who was finally defeated, floated down from mid-air, reached out and pulled the pajamas in Tongchun's arms over and threw them on the bed casually, took the person directly to the bathroom, pointed to the new wash cup that Xuanyuan Wuming had just put in and said, "This is yours, this is mine. Now I haven't washed up, let's get up?"

"Okay." Tongchun nodded.

Wen Nuo, who was teaching step by step, once doubted whether he had traveled back to the days when he was a servant. He bent his old waist and washed Tongchun again, took his pajamas from the outside bed. He packed the people and rushed to the bathroom door to confirm repeatedly, "Did you use the inside?"

"Yes." Tongchun nodded again.

"Okay, you go to bed first today. Do you know if you go to bed?" Wen Nuo was covered in water stains and pointed at the bed.

"Yes." Tongchun nodded again.

Looking at Tongchun like this, Wen Nuojian lost all his temper. Regardless of the fact that he was already suffering from this boy's struggle, he closed the bathroom door with a slam.

The latter had a trace of doubt flashed between his eyebrows, and then stepped on the soft carpet with barefoot feet and pounced on the sky blue bed. The corners of his mouth that had not been undulating were lifted up and then disappeared.

Wen Jiu stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the miasma that slowly began to cover the earth with the night, and finally there was a hint of worry between her eyebrows.

Xuanyuan Jimo, who had finished tidying up the bathroom, gently hugged Wen Jiu from behind and said, "What are Ajiu looking at?"

"Jimo, it's coming." Wenjiu pointed to the large piece of Jingmei who began to become active in reliance on the miasma and said, "If it is not re-incarnated into the Netherworld Hell, everything will be in chaos."

"Yes." Xuanyuan Jimo nodded, took Wenjiu back to the bed and said, "I can take care of it, but not now!" He was waiting, waiting for Fuxi to compromise first, he was waiting, he was waiting for the memories he had lost.

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Good night, little cuties ~
Chapter completed!