Picking up a little of the roasted eggplant that was sandwiched between the bowl and putting it in his mouth, Mo Yifan felt a fragrant taste from the tip of his tongue to his stomach.

Speaking of food, there are a lot of them in the Xuan Court, but recently, he found that whether it is the delicate, smooth and sweet crystal hibiscus cake, or the soft glutinous and salty egg yolk meat cake wrapped in puff pastry on the outside and soft and salty on the inside, it is not as smooth as the hair cake and steamed buns made by Dayqian, he never thought that such a young boy could cook the dishes so well, even a small dish of sour shredded potatoes is enough to swallow a large bowl of white rice.

He fell into deep thought, staring at the food in the bowl with chopsticks in his mouth in his mouth, and the day divan also raised his head and stared at him.

"What's the matter?" he put down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand, frowned, and asked softly, "Isn't it that today's dish is not appetizing?"

Surprised that he was a little out of shape, Mo Yifan hurriedly took the chopsticks out of his mouth, shook his head slowly, and said, "No, it's delicious, it's just, is this really the round purple eggplant you bought back from the market?"

Looking at his serious and cute appearance, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but pull out a good-looking smile, and while sighing, he scooped a spoonful of mapo tofu and sent it to his bowl.

"Isn't it possible that the eggplant still has to be roasted whole to eat?" he said with a smile on the meat and roasted eggplant with chopsticks, and he smiled, "I'm curious, isn't it true that as the rumors say, you sword immortals only cultivate immortals and don't eat, drink wind and drink dew and don't eat fireworks in the world?"

Recovering his expressionless appearance, Mo Yifan picked up the chopsticks again elegantly, and while slowly sending the food to his mouth, he stared at the dishes while staring at the dishes, and said softly: "I want to eat, but although Xuanting's food is more exquisite and beautiful, it is not as delicious as this mortal thing!"

Seeing him eating with relish and staring at the dishes he cooked with bright eyes, Tian Qian couldn't help but think in his heart: I thought that this sword fairy like an ice sculpture had always been high, but I didn't want to be fascinated by this little home-cooked food!

A not sumptuous but delicious lunch ended in an extremely elegant, slightly gobbling up, Mo Yifan, who had never done housework, actually stood up and cleaned up the tableware on the table in a normal daytime manner.

"You-" "You-"

Day Qian, who didn't expect him to make such a move, also instinctively stood up to clean up, and as a result, when the two of them grabbed a pair of chopsticks at the same time, because Mo Yifan moved one step faster, he was held by Day Qian's hand.

With an inexplicable jump in his heart, Mo Yifan's ears flashed a trace of redness, and he immediately took off the chopsticks in his hand and quickly withdrew his hand.

"Ahem-" In order to resolve the embarrassment, he coughed lightly a few times and said, "I still have to stay in the mortal dust for a long time, well, I'll wash the dishes in the future!"

Slightly stunned, Tian Qian lowered his head and smiled lightly, pressed the pair of white and good-looking hands that he was still trying to clean up, and said, "Forget it, you are a sword immortal, such a rough job should be done by this little mortal!"

His words made Mo Yifan's heart feel like a thorn in it, although it didn't hurt, it was also very itchy.

"That's it!"

Putting the tableware in his hand on the table, a trace of fleeting displeasure flashed on Mo Yifan's face, and then he ignored the day dive, returned to the tea table, and picked up the bamboo slips that he was reading carefully before the meal.

Holding a teacup and sipping the fragrant and sweet tea, Mo Yifan's mind was not on the bamboo slip in his hand, obviously sitting under him was a rosewood chair, but it made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles, and after a while, he stood up again, stepped out of the hall in a few steps, and went straight to the direction of the kitchen.

In the kitchen at this time, day dive was sitting on a small bench, with two huge wooden basins in front of him, one with slightly hot hot water to remove oil stains, and the other with cold water to clean the washed dishes.

"I-" Mo Yifan, who had been angry for a long time standing at the kitchen door, finally threw the bamboo slip in his hand on the stove that had long been extinguished, leaned over, and asked in a whisper in an extremely tentative tone, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Lifting a few strands of silver-white hair on his cheeks, he looked at him, and Sun Qian grinned and said, "Can you help me put these clean dishes into the cabinet over there?"

"Hmm!"

Obediently rolled up the white and wide robe sleeves, Mo Yifan nodded vigorously, then squatted down and carefully picked up a bowl on the ground, slowly walked to the edge of the cabinet, and took it in one by one.

Looking at his clumsy but hard-working appearance, Daydive couldn't help but lower his head and laugh secretly.

These days of contact, he can be regarded as knowing Mo Yifan, although this handsome and elegant sword immortal looks cold and a little arrogant, but, after careful contact, his heart is like a simple child who has no experience in the world, simple and direct and even a little cute.

Although he took the initiative to help, because he had never been in contact with housework before, he was very rusty, no matter what he did, he was a little nervous about doing this kind of thing for the first time, and he broke two plates in a hurry, and as a result, not only did he fail to speed up the tidying up, but it took more effort than usual.

Standing in place with his hands twisted and watching the day dive carefully put away the fragments of the plate into the oil paper and wrap them, Mo Yifan lowered his head in embarrassment and whispered: "I'm sorry, but, what are you doing here?"

Without answering his words first, he carefully tied the oiled paper wrapped in the broken pieces of the plate with a thin cowhide rope, and then walked out of the kitchen and threw the oiled paper bag into the glove tube in the courtyard, and folded it back again.

"We have a sundries here to collect the miscellaneous garbage, the plate is sharp and sharp, if it is not tightly wrapped, it will cut them if it is not even!"

Pouring out the water in the two wooden basins while going in and out, he answered Mo Yifan's question while diving.

This move once again moved Mo Yifan's heart, obviously a young man who seemed to be thousands of miles away, but in fact, his heart was much more gentle and kind than those hypocrites with smiling faces and honey-mouthed swords that he had seen.

After helping Daydive tidy up the rest of the housework in the kitchen, the two of them returned to the hall together.

Mo Yifan is still sitting at the tea table like usual, holding a bamboo slip in his hand and studying quietly, if he doesn't occasionally touch the teacup on the tea table next to him and take a sip, it will definitely make others think that he was immobilized by someone.

However, today is not different from the past for some reason, no matter how he concentrates, but he can't be still, he only feels that his heart is beating with a sense of impetuousness, and then look at the strange words recorded on the bamboo slips in his hand, which are both obscure and useless, and a nameless fire is burning in his heart, and he can't wait to throw this bamboo slip into the hearth under the stove in the kitchen, and burn it to the bottom to be happy.

At this time, Daydive was reclining on the round table, playing with a trace of fairy power in his hand, but his eyes were always on Mo Yifan's body-

He was very curious, could it be that all these sword immortals were so boring? Could it be that every one of them was like him, holding a roll of broken bamboo in his hand, and he could sit still all day?

Continuing to stare at Mo Yifan with interest, he casually picked up a cup of herbal tea on the table and took a sip. Although the cool herbal tea slid into his throat and brought a slight coolness, it could not really relieve the heat of this summer afternoon, so he sat up straight and ripped off the tight collar a little, and fanned his left hand, pulled the collar with his right hand, and kept fanning the wind inside.

To say that this day is really hot, the scorching sun hanging in the sky is somehow, as if to release all the heat in the body on this summer day, there is a great posture to roast the earth, to burn all the mortal dust.

"Got it—got it—"

And at such a time, the summer cicada that was hiding in the shade of the tree to steal the cool was shouting more and more vigorously and cheerfully, and the sound of "knowing" rose and fell one after another, which added a bit of anxiety to the restlessness, and anyone who was in this sound would definitely be disturbed.

Seeing Mo Yifan's brows frowning repeatedly, Daydive stood up and took away the hot tea, poured a cup of herbal tea and handed it over, and asked with concern: "Mo Yifan, what's wrong with you? Why do you look like you're going to eat people!"

Taking a deep breath, grabbing the herbal tea in his hand and drinking it all with a "coo", Mo Yifan put the teacup on the table, raised his head and said with a grudge on his face: "Is this mortal summer always so hot?"

"There is less rain this year!" day dive added another cup of herbal tea for him, sat down, and thought for a moment before saying quietly, "It's indeed a lot hotter than in previous years!"

It's not that Mo Yifan was born delicate and couldn't stand the heat, although the Xuan Court he lives in is good, there are also four seasons changing, he has experienced many times this summer, but there has never been a time like this, there is a kind of Monkey King who has been put into the furnace of Taishang Laojun Dan, so hot that he just wants to find a cool pool and plunge into it.

After arching his hand to express his gratitude to Dayqian, Mo Yifan put the bamboo slip in his hand on the tea table aside, drank a full cup of herbal tea (rice green), and breathed a long sigh of relief, put down the teacup and raised his hand to pinch the wide sleeves of his robe and dipped the beads of sweat on his forehead.