Chapter 321: How did the Hidden Spirit God know?
"Then I'll go hang the lanterns!" Before he finished speaking, Wen Bao clapped his hands and laughed out loud, "Uncle!"
As soon as Wen Bao opened his mouth, the people who had been silent and trying to reduce their presence became active again.
"Wen Xiaobao, you—" Song Zhuo's eyes wandered, and he quickly covered Wen Bao's mouth. "You... you're so small, how are you supposed to hang a lantern?"
He subconsciously wanted to tell Wenbao to stop talking nonsense, but he changed his tone.
In fact, when he saw his aunt bringing this person into Guanwuyuan, he had already guessed it in his heart, but he just hadn't adapted to it yet.
I never thought that his Song ancestor was actually an alien...
Uncle...just call him uncle, I'm glad you're back.
Wen Bao was still in Song Yu's arms at the moment, so she was half a head taller than Song Zhuo. She gestured proudly and said, "I have Brother Jiming to accompany me, so you don't have to worry about me."
"Xiaobao." Wen Heng opened his arms, ready to take him in. "If you want to hang lanterns, I'll go with you. Brother Yu has other things to do."
Song Yu shook his head, still holding Wen Bao in his arms. "Ah Heng, let me do it."
"I take care of all the family affairs, big or small. I've never had to worry about you, brother." Song Zhuo's tone was sour, and he didn't know if he noticed it himself. "There's nothing to be busy with..."
Wen Heng looked at the smiling Song Yu, then at Song Zhuo who had turned aside. He didn't understand what the two brothers were up to. "Yes, yes, I'll help Xiao Zhuo then."
"Sister Heng, don't forget the big fat chickens that Jia Tingxi sent you last time." Wen Liangyi was overjoyed. He planned not to go home today and have a New Year's Eve dinner at Song Xuechuan's place.
Wen Liangjian sighed helplessly, but there was no blame in his words, "Xiao Si, you are making trouble again."
"Let him make noise." Chen Bi's mood was rarely relaxed, and he even started to joke, "Lively and lively, isn't it all about noise?"
"What big fat chicken?" Chen Zhizhi pulled out Su Jianbai, who was cowering on the side, and said, "It's already been eaten by a certain stinky fox."
"I really didn't cheat this time!" Su Jianbai looked left and right, his face full of injustice, "These were all given to me by Song Er."
As soon as the word "Song Er" came out, Wen Yu clearly felt that Song Linsheng's hand stiffened.
The second young master Song who once lived in this house was him.
Patting Song Linsheng's palm soothingly, Wen Yu wanted to say something, but the former just smiled and signaled that she was fine.
Even though he is no longer Song Er, he is still Song Linsheng.
Just looking at Song Zhuo and Song Yu, he would think of... his brother Song Shuangcheng.
He thought it was just an illusion in the lower world, but when he was Song Linsheng, it was the happiest time of his long journey to becoming a god.
I have a home, parents, brothers, Uncle Song who washes the inkstone, A Yuan and A Zhu, and... Xiao Yu.
The one who stayed behind was the one who suffered the most. He didn't know how Xiaoyu had lived through all these years...
Just as he was lost in thought, Song Er mentioned by Su Jianbai——
Song Zhuo stepped forward and said, "It's true that I gave it to Master Su."
"Song Xuechuan--" Wen Liangyi hummed in dissatisfaction. Why didn't he give him a few when he was seriously injured?
Song Zhuo had no idea what to do with the fourth son of the Wen family. "Wen Jibai, tonight is New Year's Eve, and we need you to eat."
"That's good, that's good." Wen Liangyi smiled, obviously very satisfied. "But who is the chef we hired this year? I'm telling you that I already have the same dish as last year's chef..."
"It's me." He said coldly, not as warm as others.
Not only did it interrupt Wen Liangyi's words, it also attracted the attention of everyone in the venue.
Wen Yu is no exception.
But when she looked in the direction of the voice, she couldn't help but be surprised, "Yan Zi?"
"Second Uncle?" Wen Liangyi turned around, clearly frightened. "Second Uncle, the Song family doesn't lack cooks. You don't have to show off your skills here."
When did this happen? He had never heard that his second uncle could cook.
"Wen Yu, you stinky woman." Wen Yanzi stared deeply at the two guys who had disappeared for hundreds of years, and her cold and restrained voice couldn't help but tremble.
He is no longer as noisy as he used to be.
Song Linsheng looked at the grown-up Bai Yang with a look of pity in his eyes, "Yanzi..."
There were so many years between them that when he saw Yanzi again, he felt a sense of daze.
"Song Linsheng, you stupid man." Although Wen Yanzi tried her best to suppress her anger, she still felt wronged. "Don't forget those who didn't get to eat that New Year's Eve dinner... and me..."
I couldn't confirm it completely at the Qipan Pass that day, but now I heard Wen Yu call the man in front of him Song Linsheng with my own ears, so there was no mistake.
The two of them are reunited. Did they think of Wen Yanzi who was sent to Cangling Immortal Mountain?
The moment the words came out, Wen Yanzi was no longer Wen Liangyi's second uncle, but the little poplar that stood beside Wen Yu and Song Linsheng that day.
"Yanzi, of course I remember." Wen Yu's heart softened, but she didn't know what else to say to make amends. "Listen to me—"
At that time, she was anxious to go to the underworld to find Xie Bian, and she was even unable to send Yan Zi to Cangling Fairy Mountain in person. Instead, she asked Chi Huang to do it.
However, she was unable to inquire in detail about how things were done and whether they were done well, which has always been a regret in her heart.
I guess Yanzi suffered a lot and endured a lot of hardships during this period.
"There's no need to say anything more." Wen Yan refused with a firm attitude.
He didn't say it when he was sent to Cangling Immortal Mountain that day, nor did he say it when they met again at Qipan Pass. What else is there to say now?
Wen Yu felt extremely guilty and could only helplessly call out, "Yan Zi..."
"I'll cook the New Year's Eve dinner tonight." Turning around, Wen Yanzi said without hesitation, even naming the dishes, "Let's make mutton hotpot, crucian carp with scallions, drunken crab with Huadiao wine, and lotus leaf crispy mountain."
"..." Song Linsheng pondered for a moment and listened carefully to Wen Yanzi's menu.
"Second Uncle?" Wen Liangyi became increasingly confused as he listened, and hurriedly advised, "Sheep, fish, and crabs are easy to get, but it's snowing outside right now. Where can we find fresh lotus leaves?"
He knew that his second uncle had a special relationship with his aunt and uncle, but some things were not about a few kinds of food.
"Let your uncle go find it." Wen Yanzi turned her head and stared at Liangyi, answering word by word.
Wen Liangyi stopped asking questions and just shrank to Wen Yanzi's side and called out weakly, "Second Uncle..."
What uncle... No uncle, we are a family.
"These are what Xiyan, Song Bo, and I used to make for you." Song Linsheng remembered and understood why he mentioned these dishes. "Isn't that right, Yanzi?"
Wen Yu was stunned when she heard this. She couldn't cook and couldn't remember the dishes clearly, but when Song Linsheng said this, she immediately remembered them.
Wen Yu looked at Yan Zi with a distressed look and could not say anything more.
Unexpectedly, Yan Zi would remember such an ordinary day for so long...
I can still recite it by heart today.
"Yeah." Wen Yanzi looked into his eyes and answered sullenly.
But now Song Linsheng is still alive, while Xiyan and Song Bo are dead and have long since entered the cycle of reincarnation.
Song Linsheng's eyes flashed. He could probably guess what Yanzi was thinking at the moment, but time was like flowing water, and it was time to move on.
"In the past, you only knew how to eat, how could you cook?" Song Linsheng smiled indifferently, pretending to be relaxed, "Just leave it to me——"
Wen Yu saw his every word and action, and naturally understood his intention.
At that time, Yanzi only wanted to eat well, drink well, and lie down flat, so how could she cook now?
It would be better to let Song Linsheng arrange it, as compensation for him not having the New Year's Eve dinner that year.
"All that has happened in the past is like yesterday's death; all that will happen in the future is like today's birth."
Wen Yanzi refused without hesitation, with a different look in her eyes, which was very different from the worried look she had when she was at Qipan Pass and Wenjipu.
It's like... I'm alive again.
"I am no longer the Wen Yanzi of the past, and you may not be the Song Linsheng of the past either—"
After these words were spoken, although Song Linsheng's face did not change, he couldn't help but feel nervous in his heart, and immediately looked at Wen Yu beside him.
How could he not be the...Song Linsheng from that day?
As if knowing what he was thinking, Wen Yu responded with a gentle smile, motioning for Ting Yanzi to continue.
Although he was comforted by her, Song Linsheng was still uneasy.
Fortunately, Wen Yanzi changed the subject and glanced at Dan Qing beside her, "If I ask you to wash your hands and cook soup, I'm afraid a certain master will flood the stove with water, and then no one will be able to eat this meal."
How can we celebrate the New Year without the New Year’s Eve dinner?
Following Wen Yanzi's words, everyone's eyes turned to Dan Qing, who had originally remained indifferent, and Wen Yu and Song Linsheng were no exception.
As soon as the words fell, Song Linsheng's heart finally settled down.
Regardless of whether he is the Song Linsheng from that day, Yan Zi is definitely the Yan Zi from that day. No matter how hard he tries to hide it, he still occasionally reveals this mischievous side.
Just because Yan Zi said this, it seems that Dan Qing’s reputation for loyalty to his master is well-known, and even he, who had just returned from Qipan Pass, has heard of it.
"Me?" Suddenly being stared at by so many eyes, Dan Qing subconsciously shrank back, "You——"
Although he didn't say anything, everyone looked as if they understood, clearly remembering the night they watched the snow and the moon at Qipan Pass...
"Hahahaha" Ming Kun, who had been silent all this time, finally couldn't hold back his laughter.
People were just teasing him, why was he so nervous?
"What are you laughing at, you chicken?" Dan Qing glanced at him sideways. They should be in the same camp now.
Ming Kun shook his head and didn't bother to be polite with him. "I'm laughing at you, you green-haired monster."
Wen Yu understood in his heart that no one was really bothered by Dan Qing, they were just joking with him, "Okay, stop it——"
"Then it's settled. Yanzi will be the chef for this New Year's Eve dinner." Song Linsheng nodded affirmatively and smiled at Wenyu.
Seeing that the matter had been settled, Song Zhuo immediately suggested, "Then I'll ask someone to help Uncle Wen."
"No need for help." Wen Yu smiled mysteriously, whetting everyone's appetite. "Let's wait and see how good Yanzi's cooking skills are."
Hundreds of years passed in the blink of an eye, and she really wanted to know what it meant that "he is no longer the Wen Yanzi of the past."
Everyone laughed together, and Wen Liangyi led the way, supporting Wen Yanzi as they walked out. The sound of footsteps rose and fell like the receding tide.
"Yanzi... your craftsmanship is very good." Someone said suddenly.
Wen Yu then noticed the hidden spirit still in the house, "How did Lord Hidden Spirit know?"
Zang Ling held Fuxue and Chunsha in his hands, leaning against the door frame with drooping eyelashes, watching Wen Yanzi walk away without looking back.
Not until everyone disappeared around the corner of the corridor did Zang Ling start to leave in the opposite direction.
She didn't answer Wen Yu's question.
Song Linsheng looked at Zang Ling's hair full of silver hair thoughtfully. He seemed to have a vague answer to how her martial arts skills were broken.
But Wenyu saw her walking in the opposite direction and hurried to chase her, "Huh?"
"Xiaoyu, tell me..." Song Linsheng held Wenyu down with one hand and shook his head gently, "How did the Lord of Hidden Spirits know?"
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