Chapter 192 Extra
Du Heng was finally able to make a cream cake. He had tried to make a cream cake once before, but the cream he whipped was more like condensed milk. This time, with milk powder and various ingredients, he made a cake that was bigger than a washbasin.
There is a word written on the top of the cake: Longevity. The word Longevity written with strawberry jam is bright red. Fruit jam is not as good as ink, and butter is not as good as rice paper, so the word written is round and looks delicious.
Next to the longevity character, there were three bowl-sized pink and white peaches with green leaves. The cake exuded a sweet fragrance. Xiaoxiao and Xiaoyu squeezed next to Du Heng with stars in their eyes: "Wow~"
Xiaoxiao stretched out her hand to touch the birthday peach, but Du Heng gently patted the back of Xiaoxiao's hand and said, "Don't move. It took a lot of effort to make this, and it will break if you touch it."
Xiaoxiao licked the corner of her mouth: "Du Hengheng, make me a peach!"
Du Heng said: "Peaches need spiritual energy to maintain, do you want me to make you a flower?" Xiaoxiao just wanted to lick the sweet cream, he didn't care whether he got a peach or a flower, he nodded immediately: "Yes!"
Du Heng held the bag for piping flowers. He moved his wrist up and down deftly, and buttercream petals appeared on the end of the chopsticks. After a while, a white flower appeared on the tip of the chopsticks. Du Heng handed the chopsticks to Xiaoxiao: "Take it."
When he was making flowers for Xiao Yumao, Xuan Yu and his friends came in. Looking at the cream cake on the table, Feng Gui frowned again: "Sweet..."
Du Heng raised his eyebrows and looked at Feng Gui: "Do you want me to make you a cake with chili powder?"
Feng Gui shook his head: "Forget it."
Jing Nan had planted a batch of pepper seeds a few days ago, one of which was wrinkled and only slightly larger than a thumb. The spiciness of this pepper was so amazing that Jing Nan cried when she picked it.
Feng Gui thought this kind of pepper was delicious. Feng Daxian ate a few peppers raw. He was fine during the day, but he was exhausted at night. Feng Gui, who could eat spicy food, was knocked out by pepper for the first time. He had stomachache all night, and Jing Nan was so angry that he scolded him all night.
Xuan Yu rolled up his sleeves and asked, "Is there anything else I can help you with?"
Du Heng pushed Xuan Yu aside and said, "No, no, you three are the birthday boys today. The birthday boys just need to sit and wait for food."
A few days ago, it was Du's mother's birthday. Du Heng worked hard all morning to prepare a large table of dishes. Du Heng tried to make a cream cake for the first time, and he didn't expect to succeed in one try.
When they were in Du Heng's hometown, they learned that cream cakes have special meanings. Generally, this large and complete cream cake will appear on the birthdays of family members.
Xiaoxiao was still not satisfied after eating the cake. He asked Fenggui a profound question: "Uncle, when is my birthday?"
In fact, not only demon cultivators, but even human cultivators don't remember their birthdays. The cultivators live too long, and the road to enlightenment is long and lonely, so they don't have the time or energy to remember such trivial matters.
Fortunately, the Feather Tribe had the specific time when each little phoenix hatched, so Feng Gui was not stumped by Xiao Xiao's question. However, the next question was troublesome. Feng Gui looked at Du Heng: "So, when is our birthday?"
When Du Heng met Jing Nan and the others, he was so busy that he didn't know what day it was. How could he know Jing Nan and the others' specific birthdays? Under great pressure, Du Heng pointed to a day on the calendar: "Although I don't know everyone's specific birthdays, I remember the day I brought Xiaoyu home. Let's set that day as the birthdays of the three of you?"
This is the origin of the three big birthday peaches on the cake today. This cake was specially made by Du Heng for the three of them.
Xiaoxiao licked the cream and asked, "By the way, Du Hengheng, how did you meet Uncle Nannan and Long Jun and the others?"
Du Heng squeezed beautiful flowers on the chopsticks and said, "I picked up Nannan on a barren mountain in the territory of the beastmen. I thought there was no way to save him, but I didn't expect that the first thing he would do after waking up was to bite me. Hey..."
Everyone burst into laughter, and Feng Gui gave a thumbs up: "As expected of Nan Nan, your reaction is exactly the same as mine."
Xuan Yu understood, "Most demon cultivators are arrogant. Qing Heng must have regarded Nan Nan as an ordinary animal." Du Heng scratched his head embarrassedly, "That's true."
Jing Nan lowered his eyelids with a half-smile on his face: "That is not a barren mountain, but a famous holy mountain among the beastmen. It is also the place where many beastmen choose to bury their bones. The weak demon cultivators in the beastmen who cannot transform will be thrown to the Death Mountain to fend for themselves. The beastmen believe that the holy mountain can purify the souls of the demon cultivators, and after they die, their spirits will be re-arranged by the heaven to reincarnate."
Du Heng was stunned: "Huh? Is this true?"
Du Heng only knew that the mountain was very desolate and there were many animal bones on the mountain. At that time, he and Wu Wang were separated and he was wandering around the mountain like a headless fly. Then he found Nan Nan under a set of animal bones.
Jing Nan said calmly: "Yes, as a demon cultivator of the Nine-Tailed Clan, I cannot transform at birth like other demon cultivators. Not only that, I was born weak. At that time, my clan members thought that I would not survive, so they abandoned me on the Holy Mountain according to tradition."
Du Heng looked at Jing Nan in shock: "But, you were still alive when I met you!"
Jing Nan smiled slightly: "I only had one breath left. At that time, my tribesmen all assumed that I would die."
A barren mountain appeared before them. The top of the mountain was covered with snow, and the areas not covered by snow were bare yellowish-grey rocks, with many grayish-white corpses scattered among the rocks. A fierce wind whistled through the rocks, blowing up a layer of yellow sand and gravel.
There aren't even any snakes, insects, rats or ants on the mountain, let alone the demon cultivators who come here. They are either seeking death or have a mental illness.
In the lee of a huge skeleton lay a skinny little fox, with its eyes half-opened weakly, revealing golden pupils. He stuck out his tongue and licked the fur on the edge of his lips. He was so thirsty that he even had no saliva left.
If he wanted to drink water, he had to go up and lick the ice and snow, but if he went up, he would not find any food. The little fox whimpered a few times, and the cold wind made his body stiff, and he could not move anymore.
The hungry and cold little fox had fur that was uglier than dry grass. He staggered to support his body, but after shaking a few times, he fell down weakly again.
Xuan Yu and Feng Gui recognized him at once. This was the young Jing Nan! Feng Gui's heart tightened. He looked at the sobbing little fox and wished he could travel through ten thousand years to the Holy Mountain and hold him in his arms.
The light in the little fox's eyes had long disappeared, replaced by dead silence. He stared at the road leading down the mountain. He wanted to die on the soil covered with golden leaves, and didn't want to lie here alone and cold. But he had no choice. His tribesmen sent him to the middle of the mountain, killing him. Unless a miracle happened, he would die.
The little fox whimpered. Suddenly he heard footsteps in the sand. He looked up and saw someone walking against the wind in the sand.
Soon the visitor came to the little fox. In the fox's golden pupils, he saw the visitor's outstretched hand. The hand was warm, and the fingers were thin and long. The little fox couldn't see what the owner of the hand looked like. But he could smell the slight smell of dust on the visitor. Then everyone's eyes went black, and the little fox finally couldn't hold on and fainted.
When the little fox woke up again, he was lying next to a man. The man was half leaning against a tall nanmu tree, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle, and one hand was still on the little fox's body, slowly transmitting spiritual energy.
Du Heng finally saw Qingheng in Jingnan's eyes. Maybe because Nannan was too young at that time, Qingheng looked unusually tall.
Qing Heng was very happy to see the little fox wake up. He gently touched the fox's head and said, "Are you awake?"
The little fox regained his strength. He was frightened and scared by what happened before. He turned over quickly and bit Qingheng's finger. Qingheng's hand was broken, and the smell of blood filled the little fox's mouth.
The little fox thought the man in front of him would be furious, but he didn't expect to receive a more gentle touch on his head: "Be good, don't be afraid, you are safe now."
The gentle touch made the fox loosen its teeth involuntarily. Qingheng smiled and touched the fox's head: "It's okay, you are safe, you can go home now."
The little fox squatted in front of Qingheng, and he tilted his head to look at Qingheng. Qingheng's smile was very nice, but a little silly. His smile made the fox feel very safe. At this moment, the fox felt that he would rather face this man than return to the tribe and be thrown onto the holy mountain by the tribe members again.
Qingheng waved at the fox: "Okay, you are safe, you can go home."
The fox thought for a while and made a decision. He wanted to follow this man. He stretched out his tongue and licked the wound on Qingheng's hand. Qingheng smiled and said, "It's okay. It's just a minor injury."
The fox boldly rubbed into Qingheng's palm, and Qingheng said gently: "Do you want to follow me?"
The fox could not help but rub Qingheng's palm. He liked the sound of Qingheng's voice, which was gentle and different from the noisy or seductive voices of the foxes in the tribe. The fox tribe generally did not bow their heads. The little fox had already tacitly agreed with Qingheng's words at this moment. He really wanted to follow him.
Qingheng stroked the fox for a while, then he looked up at Nanmu above his head and said, "How about... I give you a name. What do you think of the name Nannan? You are too thin. I hope you can grow up to be as tall and strong as Nanmu."
Nan Nan looked up at the trees above his head and thought that he liked this name.
The scene gradually faded in front of everyone's eyes. Du Heng was surprised: "At that time, I thought Nan Nan was an ordinary little fox spirit. I didn't expect that he was actually a nine-tailed fox."
What he didn't expect was that Nan Nan actually kept the scene of his and Qing Heng's first meeting. After seeing the scene again after thousands of years, Du Heng still sighed: "It turns out that Nan Nan had such a hard life before."
Jing Nan smiled gently and said, "It's okay. I don't feel bitter after meeting you. Especially after Xixi appeared, I feel happy every day."
Feng Gui fished in his sleeves and said, "Come to think of it, I also have the stone that commemorated the moment I met Qing Heng."
Du Heng scratched his head: "You were so young at the time, how did you remember it?"
Jing Nan said: "Of course it's because we have never forgotten it over the years."
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