Nan He was born in Wanjiang, where the difference between men and women is not deliberately emphasized, so she doesn't think there is anything wrong with a man putting shoes on himself, but the ghost world is different from Wanjiang, and there are countless rules, one of which is related to this matter.

In the ghost world, the feet of the girl's family can not be easily shown to others, let alone touched, although it is said that the person who cultivates the immortal is not confined to the subtleties, but the rules are still the rules, and it is very important to know that the girl's family is innocent, so in the matter of wearing shoes, it can only be done by the people close to him.

When I was a child, I was a parent, and when I grew up, I was a husband, and others couldn't touch it at all!

It's just that Nan He didn't know about it at that time, she used her age as an excuse, and relied on her cultivation to be higher than Emperor He, forcing him to wear shoes for herself several times.

But now it's not the past, she has a lot of memories of Bo Yanhe, and she already knows that this matter was done inappropriately, so she will resist when Di He stretched out his hand.

However, about wearing shoes, it ended in the compulsion of Emperor He.

Nan He stared at her shoes awkwardly for a long time, she knew this statement now, how could she not care.

But Di He didn't have any excessive reaction, he was as indifferent as if he had lost a hair, and he didn't think it was a very important thing at all.

Nan He was confused, but that confusion was because of Di He, not himself.

The moment the door was opened, the enchantment dissipated with a pale golden light, and a sweet and sour fragrance rushed directly into her nostrils.

"Does the Meng Yi always cook?" Nan He looked at Di He, who was standing at the door waiting for her to go out, and asked curiously.

"I learned it later." Seeing that she had no intention of coming out, Emperor He reached out to pull her arm.

Avoiding his outstretched hand without missing a trace, Nan He looked as he walked into the courtyard.

The place where they are now is a small courtyard with only a few rooms, but it is not shabby.

Seeing her eyes moving around, Di He explained beside her, "We should have been in Asakawa for a long time, so I asked Meng Yilu to buy this small courtyard. ”

Avoiding Qing Heng, who stood up instantly when he saw them go out, he looked at the courtyard, Nan He nodded, quite satisfied: "Very good." ”

Emperor He smiled when he heard this, and the two walked to the table together.

"Let's take a look at the Meng rice is ready." As soon as he walked to the table, he said to Qing Heng.

It just so happened that Qing Heng didn't want to stay here, and when he heard that he had been amnesty, he nodded at them according to the snickering joy in his heart, and then turned around and walked quickly to the kitchen.

It wasn't until her figure completely disappeared that Nan He spoke again.

She asked a question, which was about Meng Yilu and also about Qingheng.

"Meng Yilu can cook now, there is a reason for Qingheng, right?"

"Hmm. I remember that he first learned to cook because he saw Qing Heng eating my mother's cooking, and his face was very cute, so he learned from the cook in the house, but Qing Heng didn't like to eat his cooking very much. ”

"Why?" Recalling the fragrance she smelled just now, Nan He felt that Meng Yilu's craftsmanship would not be too bad, so she didn't understand why Qing Heng didn't like it.

Di He didn't answer her immediately, I don't know what he thought, he couldn't help laughing, Nan He suddenly frowned, and felt even more strange.

After laughing, he calmed down: "The first dish Qingheng ate was made by my mother, so the taste is completely the same as my mother." My mother likes spicy, and she likes spicy, but Meng Yilu is different, he doesn't eat spicy, he doesn't eat anything at all, and he can't even touch the spicy taste, so he will make something light, sweet and sour. Because of this, Qingheng doesn't like it. ”

Nan nodded knowingly, looking in the direction of the kitchen.

"Actually, you're sour, aren't you?" Di He's tone was affirmative, as if he had confirmed that she liked it.

But he was right, Nan He did like it.

"Hmm. Right. "Look away from the kitchen, but don't take it back.

In fact, it can't be said that she likes sour, but compared to other tastes, she eats more sour, although later because of Nanmu, she regarded sweetness as her life for a while, forcing herself to eat only sweet things, but she still doesn't like that taste, but because of eating for a long time, she slowly got used to sweet and sour things.

When she heard Di He say that Meng Yilu made things with a light taste, sweet and sour, she felt quite satisfied for a moment.

"Then today's food, you must be used to eating it." Di He stretched out his hand to support his head, looked at her and said with crooked eyebrows.

Nan He didn't pay attention to the expression on his face at this time, she only nodded, and her thoughts drifted to other places unconsciously.

Qi Zhen's words seemed to be still in her ears, and when she heard them, she really thought it was what he said, although she had calmed down now, the shock in her heart was still dissipating.

Memories of the past came flooding back to her heart, she remembered the long departure with a bad mouth but a heart towards her, Bi Youhuai who always wandered around the world, Qiu Niang who grew up with her but didn't know where to go, and even remembered the warmth on her father's shoulders when she was young, remembered those soft whispers containing love, and finally remembered Nanmu.

This brother, who gave everything he had, finally blocked a fatal sword for her, and the temperature that sprayed on her face that day seemed to appear again, and she wanted to raise her hand to touch it, but her arm seemed to be buckled, and she trembled and couldn't lift it.

Everything about Wanjiang, no matter whether it is good or bad, she remembers it clearly, even after eating, she leaned against Nanmu and listened to the story he told, she knew what it was, these were all things she had experienced, how could it be because of the memories that she inherited because she devoured someone's soul!

The messy brain was finally sorted out, and Nan He breathed a sigh of relief and slowly came back to his senses.

When consciousness begins to return, the senses become sharpened.

"Nanhe? Nam Ho? What happened to you!? Do you hear me?? ”

Di He's nervous voice came into her ears, Nan He raised his hand and plucked his ears, his eyes moved to him, and when he saw that his frowning brows were stretched, he said, "I heard it." Your voice is so good, how can I not hear it. ”

Jokes used to be made, but recently she felt that she shouldn't make such jokes with him anymore, it was easy to affect his heart, so as soon as she finished speaking, she stopped laughing.

Noticing her sudden change of attitude, Di He was about to ask, when Qing Heng and Meng Yilu walked out of the kitchen.

The dishes and chopsticks are in the hands of Meng Yilu, and the other things are in the hands of Qing Heng.

A few spiritual powers steadily dragged those meals, and with the movement of the master, they came to the edge of the stone table.

Emptying all the things in his mind, Nan He stood up and wanted to take the food that Qing Heng brought, but was redone by Di Hela.

"I'll come."

Just two words.

Nan He was pulled and staggered, and when she sat on the stone bench, her body was still leaning back, but she didn't know that Emperor He supported her, and she was about to fall to the ground.

The soul state wants to condense the physical spiritual power, although when she fell asleep, Di He gave her some spiritual power, but the spiritual power was consumed quickly, and the more she walked, the faster it was consumed, so Di He didn't let her serve food.

When the meal was served, Nan He saw the sweet and sour fish placed in front of Meng Yiyu at a glance, in addition to a plate of fish-flavored shredded pork, as well as two dishes full of chili peppers, and a plate of green vegetables, and a pot of hot and sour soup.

Although she really wanted to eat the sweet and sour fish, she was too embarrassed to move in front of Meng Yilu, so she withdrew her gaze and stretched her chopsticks towards the plate of fried pork full of chili peppers.

"That ......" Meng Yilu's voice suddenly sounded.

The chopsticks that had just been stretched out were suddenly withdrawn, and Nan He felt that he was calling himself, so he looked up at him, waiting for his words.

"That ......" are those two words again.

Nan He realized why he didn't go on, curled the corners of his lips and smiled: "My name is Nan He."

"Miss Nan."

Meng Yilu called out to her, then looked at the plate of chili stuffed peppers in front of her, and asked tentatively, "Can I exchange the sweet and sour fish in front of me for the chili stuffed in front of you?"

As soon as he cautiously finished asking, before Nan He could speak, he said in a panic: "If Miss Nan is strange, then don't change it, I actually ...... it."

"Let's change! I want to eat sweet and sour fish! Nan He turned around the spiritual power that Emperor He gave her in her body, and directly reversed the position of the two dishes.

Meng Yiyu watched the two dishes change positions with his own eyes, and swallowed the words that he hadn't finished speaking.

"Thank you, Miss Nan!"

Sincerely thanking him, Meng Yilu cast a spell to change the plate of chili pepper stuffed in front of Qing Heng.

Seeing this, Nan He smiled, then stretched out his chopsticks and grabbed a piece of fish meat, brought it to his mouth, and the moment she ate it, the sweet and sour taste immediately filled the entire taste buds, and she chewed it with satisfaction.

In the process of her changing fish, Di He Shun also changed the plate of fish-flavored shredded meat to her, and then put down the chopsticks and served her soup.

During the meal, everyone lowered their heads to eat, no one spoke, and after the meal, Meng Yiyu took Qingheng to send the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen, leaving only Di He and Nan He sitting there drinking tea.

"What's next?"

"Nope. When we came up, Asakawa was the same as when we went down, there was no change in the slightest, and those zombies never reappeared. ”

Nan He nodded, she remembered what the two of them said at the bottom of the valley about the origin of zombies, and she frowned unconsciously.

The silence was short, and after a while, she continued the topic just now and asked, "Did Qi Zhen come up with us?"

Di He suddenly paused as he knocked on the table, then looked back at her and shook his head.

When he left with her, he deliberately paid attention to it, and he didn't feel that he had followed, so he must still be at the bottom!