Chapter 74: Still Celebrating Birthday

In fact, the relationship between Leng Baibai and Han Zhi is not much better than Fen Jin.

But he was shameless enough to call him son all the time as if they were very familiar with each other.

There are many reasons why Han Zhi did not refuse his title, the most important one may be that he still needs him now.

As for Fen Jin, sometimes Han Zhi felt that he was more suitable to be the Ice God than Leng Baibai.

Moreover, he actually didn't understand Fenjin's current attitude towards him.

From the first time he saw Fenjin, Fenjin disliked him.

His hatred is as unconcealed as his love.

If Fen Jin suddenly started to regret his death, Han Zhi didn't quite believe it.

Just like he didn't believe that Leng Baibai liked him, in his eyes, this was actually a very ridiculous thing.

if……

Never mind, there are no ifs.

He had no habit of letting others down. After all, today was his birthday.

Han Zhi didn't know what to do for birthdays.

But Chi Changyuan brought him a bowl of noodles, saying that he cooked it himself and he must eat it in one bite.

Han Zhi lowered his head and took a bite.

Then, he bit the noodles off.

He lowered his eyes, looking at the noodles in the bowl that had been broken into two pieces. Suddenly, he felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart. When Chi Changyuan handed him the noodles just now, he specifically reminded him to "eat the whole thing, which symbolizes longevity", but he just...

"It's okay if it's broken, right?" Lan Lan reacted first, moved closer to him, and whispered comfortingly, "I broke it last time when I was eating noodles!"

"It's okay." Chi Changyuan took the bowl of noodles and used some kind of magic to connect the noodles together. "It's just a custom. What if we don't respect it? Isn't the purpose of celebrating a birthday to be happy?"

Han Zhi looked at the noodles in the bowl that had been reconnected, and the chopsticks gripped by his fingertips loosened. The inexplicable stagnation in his heart slowly dissipated.

"That's right!" Lan Lan came over immediately and stuffed the dried mushrooms in her hand into his bowl. "Han Zhi, eat them quickly. They're still long noodles when connected together, so they'll last forever!"

"Yes, the Lord is a god, and his life span is as long as the sky. There is no need to care about these things!" Sixteen also said.

Fen Nishang also came over. She hadn't seen Han Zhi for a long time and was inexplicably shy: "Brother, eat quickly. I also prepared a gift for you."

As Fen Nishang spoke, she took out a brocade box from her sleeve, gently pinched the edge of the box with her fingertips, and handed it to Han Zhi. The tip of her ear was still slightly red. "I embroidered it for a long time... Take a look and see if you like it."

Han Zhi put down his chopsticks, took the brocade box, and opened it. Inside was a snow-colored square handkerchief, embroidered with snowflakes at the corners and a tiny flame beside it. The edges were woven with silver thread, and the stitching was so fine that the joints were invisible. When his fingertips touched it, he could feel the subtle spiritual energy wrapped in the silk thread, and it was warm.

"This is..." Han Zhi looked up at her with some surprise in his eyes.

"Don't let Father see the snowflakes... I mean, I didn't know which one you liked better, so I embroidered them all." Fen Nishang whispered, twisting the corner of her clothes with her fingers, "Brother, if you don't like it, I will..."

"No." Han Zhi said: "I like it very much."

He didn't say that he didn't like flames or snowflakes, but he didn't hate them either. To him, they were all the same.

What he liked was the gift Fen Nishang gave him.

Fen Nishang immediately smiled, her eyes curved into crescents: "As long as you like it!"

Leng Baibai came over and took a look at the brocade box, deliberately joking: "Oh, Nichang's craftsmanship is much better than your father's. Some people can only draw a flaming lantern and can't even hold a needle steadily."

Burning Ember: "What about you?"

He appeared out of nowhere and scared Leng Baibai.

He gathered himself and turned to see Fen Jin standing behind him with his arms folded, his face as dark as ice. Only then did he regain his playful smile. "What's wrong with me? I didn't just draw a lantern. I also brought a thousand-year-old wine for my son. I'm much better than some people who just hide in the corridor and peek."

After saying that, he rummaged through the table and took out the wine jar.

He actually brought a gift.

He looked at the thousand-year-old wine, and his expression suddenly became a little strange.

Could it be that...

"What are you looking at?" Leng Baibai patted the wine jar: "Look familiar? It's you..."

"Shut up."

Fenjin's expression suddenly changed.

Of course he recognized the wine. A thousand years ago, he and Leng Baibai had buried it in the ice field behind the Taiji Temple.

Leng Baibai wasn't annoyed at being interrupted. Instead, he shook the wine jar and laughed, "What? You're not allowed to mention it anymore? Who said that this wine should only be opened on a 'worthy day'? Now is the perfect day to celebrate my son's birthday, isn't it?"

Han Zhi looked at the wine jar, and a complicated feeling suddenly rose in his heart. Although he had not personally experienced the thousand-year burial of wine, he could hear something different in the tone of the two people.

"Stop arguing." Fen Nishang gently pulled Fen Jin's sleeve and looked at Leng Baibai, "Uncle Leng, if this wine is precious, why don't we all drink it together later? It can also be considered as a birthday celebration for brother."

Leng Baibai nodded immediately and patted the wine jar: "Nichang is really sensible! After we light the lanterns, we will open the wine and not leave until we are drunk!"

Chi Changyuan watched this scene, smiled and pushed Han Zhi's bowl of noodles in front of him: "Eat noodles first."

Han Zhi nodded, put the noodles in his mouth, and swallowed them all.

After he finished eating the noodles, Chi Changyuan handed him a small treasure bag.

"There are one thousand and four birthday gifts in here. Happy one thousand and four years, Han Zhi."

Han Zhi pinched the brocade bag, his fingertips able to feel the tiny hard objects inside gently hitting the cloth, making a rustling sound. He was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Chi Changyuan: "One thousand and four pieces?"

"Yes." Chi Changyuan nodded, his eyes filled with warmth, his voice as gentle as the evening breeze. "I wasn't able to spend every year of your life with you, so I wanted to make up for all those years. Inside are peach blossom dew from spring, ice soul beads from midsummer, osmanthus sachets from autumn, and warm jade from winter... Each one has its year marked on it. Take your time to look at it."

Han Zhi slowly opened the brocade pouch. The first thing that fell out was a small silver bell, engraved with the words "one year old." A gentle shake of the bell produced a crisp sound like a bronze bell from the eaves. Further inside, he found a translucent water spirit, cool to the touch. The mark of "ten years old" was etched on it. It must have been specially blessed by Chi Changyuan with his spiritual power; even the water lines within were clearly visible.

"Wow! There are so many sparkling things!" Lan Lan came over, her eyes wide open, "Han Zhi, come and see if there are any mushroom-shaped ones!"

Fen Nishang also curiously poked her head out and whispered, "Brother, there seems to be a lotus in here.

The lotus throne was placed at Han Zhi's fingertips. It was small and cute, but it could become bigger so that one could sit on it by just chanting a spell. There was still a faint pink on the petals, with "Congratulations on the 100th Birthday" written on them.

His Adam's apple moved, he looked up at Chi Changyuan and said softly, "Thank you."