The food in the cafeteria is still delicious and tempting, but Chu Zhishui has something on her mind. She can't eat now. She feels cramped leaning against Xin Yunmao. She just hopes to finish the meal quickly and find time to check the information online.

"The food is not delicious?" Xin Yunmao found that she didn't pick up the food with chopsticks. His eyelashes fluttered and he said thoughtfully, "It seems that you should make rice balls. You ate a lot last time there."

"No, the food is delicious." Chu Zhishui complained, "The price in Zhudu is so expensive. It would be a problem if I don't eat it. Don't take advantage of the opportunity to trick me into cooking."

"Humph."

Xin Yunmao has been eyeing the kitchen recently, but he has never had the opportunity to enter the house. In addition, the new refrigerator has just been delivered, and there are no ingredients at home, so he has not had the opportunity to study cooking.

Chu Zhishui would not let him into the kitchen. The plant monster’s cooking was too strange. What if he burned himself?

Xin Yunmao glanced at her with his peripheral vision. Seeing that she was distracted while eating, he became more and more confused: "You didn't talk much today."

"Don't talk while eating and don't talk while sleeping." Chu Zhishui said, "Didn't the God always follow the lifestyle of the ancients?"

Xin Yunmao was taught etiquette by her. He immediately felt resentful and wished that his face would say "It's too much that you don't even talk to me."

Chu Zhishui lowered her head guiltily, avoiding his chilly gaze. She usually had the mood to chat, but she had just received an explosive amount of information and was still entangled in the issue of the plant monster having children. What was more troublesome was that she couldn't talk to him about this. It

's not that she didn't want to chat with him, but the topic she wanted to talk about might make him feel offensive.

After the meal, the man and the demon packed up the lunch boxes and returned to their respective seats. Chu Zhishui sat in front of the computer. She finally had the opportunity to go online to answer her questions. However, when she opened the webpage to search, she suddenly remembered that Xin Yunmao was sitting behind her and might accidentally scan her screen.

If he found out that she searched for "how to reproduce bamboo", she would basically say goodbye to the Huaijiang Observation Bureau, and it would become an indelible embarrassing memory in her life.

Chu Zhishui immediately clicked on the webpage at random and took out her mobile phone stealthily. She pretended to be looking at the computer, but she was actually browsing the mobile phone screen, just like a student with the dean sitting behind her, acting stealthily.

Hong Ximing said that most plants are hermaphroditic, but Chu Zhishui was not sure if bamboo was.

The universal Internet quickly gave the result. Bamboo has two ways of reproduction: one is asexual reproduction, relying on underground rhizomes, just like in her memory; the other is sexual reproduction, relying on flowering and seeding. The fruit is called bamboo rice, and new bamboo shoots will grow when it falls into the ground.

Chu Zhishui was even more shocked after reading it. He actually has pistils and stamens!

Even though the monster's human form is the same as that of a normal person, with no extra parts, the fact that Xin Yunmao has pistils still surprised her greatly.

She continued to read at a glance. The following part introduced the flowering cycle of bamboo and what happens to different types of bamboo after flowering. Some bamboos will die after flowering, while some bamboos can still live after flowering. Anyway, it varies according to different species.

Chu Zhishui was not worried after reading it. Xin Yunmao claimed that it was a high-end variety, and he once said that it was very difficult to kill a god, so he would definitely not die when it bloomed.

As soon as spring came, there were bursts

of spring thunder. The temperature in Huaijiang City gradually rose, and there were several drizzles, which prompted the tender buds of plants that had been dormant for a winter. It was a good season for all things to wake up. The

Guanju Direct Store has not officially opened yet, but Xintou has already formed a new team, and there are many old people from Longzhi Video. Chu Zhishui recently received a huge amount of headhunting fees, and happily entered the furniture mall and gradually decorated his new home.

Xin Yunmao often came to help, but Chu Zhishui didn't call him much recently, mainly because the yard has not been decorated yet.

When she took possession of the house, the neighborhood was desolate, except for the bamboo forest by the stream, which was evergreen all year round.

Spring rain is as precious as oil, and the light rain mist like gauze drifts down to the world, and the ground is stained with dots of green, which are connected into one piece. The lawn was bare two weeks ago, but now it is full of tender sprouts and spring is endless.

The only flaw is that her yard is still bare, and the flowers and plants she planted have already emerged, but the bamboo area has no reaction, and the monster has left the most space for bamboo.

Chu Zhishui got everything ready, she checked around, and finally shouted, "Xin Yunmao."

A moment later, a black crack broke through the air, and Xin Yunmao stepped out from the empty corner, wearing a loose white long-sleeved shirt with green patterns on the details, looking casual and generous. Before he even stepped into the yard, he heard a complaint: "You still remember to call me, it's been two weeks..." His

voice stopped abruptly, and he was stunned for a moment when he saw the newly decorated yard.

The familiar old rattan rocking chair, the classical small table made of solid wood, the shiny wooden shelf, the rocking chair with a brand new cushion, the small table with matcha cakes and fresh fruits on the upper layer, and the green tea set on the lower layer. Several pieces of furniture filled the small space, and the yard was instantly different.

They had cleaned up the debris in the yard together not long ago, and now everything is in order, and it has an antique style after the furniture was put in.

"Happy birthday." Chu Zhishui applauded happily, "How is it? It's set up for you as agreed."

Today is the first day after the earthquake, so she took the time recently to build the temple as promised.

Xin Yunmao had forgotten his birthday. He walked forward in surprise, looked at the birthday corner in front of him, and asked, "When did you buy these? I haven't seen them before."

"I bought them recently. Fortunately, the delivery was fast. I was afraid that they wouldn't arrive today."

It turned out that she hadn't looked for him recently and went to the furniture store alone.

Xin Yunmao lowered his eyes, wondering why she hadn't called him for the past two weeks. He had been depressed for the past two days. Unexpectedly, she was preparing this.

The sunny courtyard, a classical and simple corner, next to her house, was the temple she had promised. After a thousand years, he actually had a place to stay. It was really a wonderful and fresh thing.

Suddenly, a spring thunder fell into his heart, awakening the depression of sleeping alone for a winter, and causing his chest to surge with soft water from the melting ice.

Xin Yunmao saw a wooden shelf on one side, which was quite conspicuous next to the small table, so he asked, "What is this?"

"It's used to hold umbrellas, and can also hold some sundries." Chu Zhishui introduced them one by one, "Then there's the cake, I picked the matcha flavor with less cream, paired with fresh fruits and hot tea. Since you don't eat much, I'll use cakes and fruits to celebrate your birthday."

"No, it should be used as an offering to celebrate the establishment of the Bamboo Temple." She clapped her hands happily, like a cute little seal, "Congratulations, God, the temple has been successfully built."

Xin Yunmao's eyes flickered slightly, he suddenly felt embarrassed, and replied softly, "Yeah."

"Come on, let me cut the cake. Do you want to light a candle?" Chu Zhishui put a candle on the cake, and suddenly remembered something, hesitantly said, "But I don't think there is a lighter at home. Let's go to the stove..."

Xin Yunmao said calmly, "No need."

The next second, the candle ignited with the wind, emitting bright sparks, swaying on the matcha cake.

Chu Zhishui exclaimed: "How convenient."

There were two round stools next to the small table, just right for them to sit down and eat. In the afternoon filled with sunshine, the man and the demon ate desserts outdoors, and finally had time to appreciate the spring scenery.

Xin Yunmao cut the first piece of cake, put it intact on the plate, and raised his hand to hand it to Chu Zhishui on the side.

"Aren't you going to eat the first piece yourself?" Chu Zhishui took it hesitantly, "After all, it's an offering for building the temple."

Xin Yunmao shook his head: "Since it's my offering, I'll distribute it."

"Okay."

Chu Zhishui took the first bite, the rich sweet aroma of matcha, paired with a cup of slightly bitter hot tea, the taste is indescribable.

Seeing her narrowing her eyes happily, Xin Yunmao's usually cold face softened, and he cut a piece for himself and sat with her at the small wooden table. After taking a bite of the cake, the soft and delicate texture and the lingering sweetness spread in the mouth, light and distant, not greasy at all.

With the breeze and sunshine everywhere, this is a peaceful afternoon tea.

After a while, Xin Yunmao raised his hand and pointed to the rocking chair area, confirming: "You said it was building a temple, so this belongs to me too?"

"Yes."

He nodded contentedly, leaned against the ancient rattan rocking chair, and his clothes changed in the blink of an eye. His inky black hair was loose, and his ancient robe was pale blue, with only the sleeves of his robes fluttering with black flames. He immediately changed back to his ancient costume and lay lazily on the rocking chair.

Chu Zhishui had seen him in ancient costumes before, but he had never seen him so casual. In the past, he had at least tied his hair up and wore a crown, but now he just let it down, with even his collar loose, revealing his clavicle and a small piece of skin, which was as moist and shiny as frost and snow.

His dark eyelashes also drooped, as if he was feeling a little sleepy, like a banished immortal who was spending his days leisurely.

Xin Yunmao usually took off his illusion and looked dignified and elegant in ancient costumes, but now, as he was rocking on the rocking chair, he looked a little casual and unrestrained. He didn't even wear his clothes properly, and with his outstanding appearance, he looked lazy and seductive, no longer cold.

Chu Zhishui held the cake fork in his hand and said in surprise: "Are you going back to your home? You don't care about your image at all."

"The temple is your home." Xin Yunmao turned his head to look at her, "Don't you know?" "

?"

Chu Zhishui complained: "I think the gods and Buddhas in the temple are not as disheveled as you. Who would have yelled if he was looked at for a second longer?"

He replied nonchalantly: "Have you never seen Maitreya Buddha?"

It can be seen that he is indeed relaxed, and now he speaks whatever he wants. If he is not treated, he will go crazy.

"Maitreya Buddha wears less than you do, so why are you trying to catch up with him?" Chu Zhishui heard him talk back repeatedly, and she responded expressionlessly, urging, "Hurry up, and continue taking off your clothes."

"..."

As expected, Xin Yunmao, who had been acting calm just now, sat up in shock when he heard this, and turned his head to glare at her with red ears, and even pulled his clothes up, looking at her up and down with shame and annoyance, as if he wanted to scold her for her insolence, but in the end he just pursed his lips and said nothing.

His skin from the ears to the collar was all pink, completely exposing the heat and anxiety in his heart, and it was obvious that he was still suppressed by this.

Chu Zhishui recently found that he was becoming more and more frivolous, but the old antique bamboo demon obviously still had some moral integrity. He would be in a mess when he heard the pranks and teasings of modern people.

In the past two days, because of the pistil, she was always restrained in front of him. Now seeing him getting angry, she suddenly relaxed and deliberately joked: "I'll braid a small braid for you."

He had black hair and good hair quality, suitable for braiding.

"No." Xin Yunmao refused decisively. He gathered his long hair and even put on the jade crown, fearing that she would really do it.

Now he has become a well-dressed god again, and dare not show his sloppy appearance again, for fear that his believers will treat him like a doll.

Chu Zhishui saw how amused he was, so she continued to threaten him with a smile: "We just finished eating cake, and we are free anyway, so we can have some fun."

When Xin Yunmao heard this, he frowned, as if he was embarrassed, and said in shock: "You play with my body when you have free time!?"

She is now full and satisfied, why is she like a playboy, starting to think of ways to torture a demon?

Chu Zhishui choked, her face instantly flushed, and she said in surprise: "I am playing with your hair, not playing with your body, don't change the words!"

"What's the difference?" He looked dim and said in a light voice, "No, it's all, playing with me."

"..."