After stir-frying until fragrant, Yingbao then took out Pixian Doubanjiang (a type of fermented broad bean paste) unique to the modern world from her spatial storage, scooped out a spoonful and added it, then stir-fried it back and forth until red oil appeared.

After frying until the oil turns red, Yingbao adds the marinated pork heart, liver, and lungs to the pot and stirs them until they change color. After they change color, stir them for another five or six seconds, then pour in the prepared cornstarch slurry, stir-fry over high heat for a few seconds, and then remove from the pot when the sauce has thickened.

For Yingbao, this dish represents her childhood and is filled with the taste of love—her grandmother's affection and love for her.

Yingbao remembered that when she was in modern times, she was sick. Her grandmother and the others took her to the hospital for a check-up. The doctor said she was a little anemic. So when she returned home from the hospital, her grandmother started to cook her meals to replenish her blood.

She remembers that one of the dishes was stir-fried heart, liver and lungs. At that time, her grandmother said that pig liver is rich in iron and is a good food for replenishing blood. It can also nourish the liver and improve eyesight.

She actually didn't like eating heart, liver, or lungs at all, because her grandmother had painstakingly prepared them for her, which contained her care, worry, and concern.

So she slowly chewed and swallowed it bite by bite. As she ate, she got used to it. Now she doesn't find it unpleasant to eat; in fact, she finds it very addictive.

"Stir-fried pork liver, not dry or tough, tender and delicious, Yingbao, eat more, be good." Grandma's weathered voice still lingers in my ears, as if it were yesterday.

When Yingbao came to her senses, tears were already streaming down her face. She didn't want to cry, but somehow she couldn't stop—she really missed her grandmother, so much…

I wonder if my grandmother had the same opportunity to travel through time?

Yingbao hopes, or rather longs, that her grandmother is still alive, living in another unknown, fictional era. But she also knows that it is unrealistic, so she can only fantasize about it silently in her heart from time to time.

I fantasize that my grandmother is still alive.

………

At this moment, in a place where blood-red light obscured the sun, half of the mountain was covered with peach trees, and the other half resembled a hellish rocky sea, bubbling with fiery red lava.

This place is actually the Demon Realm.

It's truly hard to believe, especially the peach blossom forest that comes into view; it really has nothing to do with the gloomy and eerie place that is the Demon Realm.

Under the peach tree, a woman dressed in green, named Ye Ling, was the same Ye Jun who had previously caused a ruckus at the Yue Lao Palace.

She suddenly sneezed, then sneezed a few more times, "cough cough cough—"

"Ling'er, what's wrong with you?" Di Jingtian's face was calm and composed, but his tone was a little flustered and unsteady. Those who didn't know him would never know that he was worried about the woman beside him.

You should know that cultivators are physically strong, a hundred times stronger than ten oxen. Is this what happened to Ling'er?

Ye Ling waved her hand and said, "Jing Tian, ​​I'm fine. Let's hurry and go find the Heavenly Emperor to see where he has reincarnated our daughter, granddaughter Ying Bao, and their family."

Di Jingtian calmly said, "Ling'er, Ji Mie won't tell."

Yes, last time we went to see the Heavenly Emperor and asked him to exterminate that bastard and untie the marriage bond between his son and our granddaughter.

Unexpectedly, he refused, saying that his son's fate was already intertwined with our granddaughter's, that they would share both glory and misfortune, and that we should not interfere.

She wanted to pick up the Netherworld Sword that Jingtian had given her and teach that good-for-nothing Heavenly Emperor a lesson about why flowers are so red.