Zhuge Ang, who had been wandering for several months and returned, was refreshed after a change, he wore a blue wide-sleeved tunic robe, his long hair was tied up, and his clothes were fluttering, and at a glance, he looked like a dashing son.

He walked from the gate of the ruined hall of his residence, and before he went out, a female voice came from a distance, "Ang'er, Ang'er, Ang'er......" The voice carried a hint of urgency, so that when Zhuge Ang heard it, he couldn't help but feel cold behind his back, sighed, and stood in place and hesitated.

He knows his old lady's temper best. He hasn't been home for a few months, and he finally came back, in addition to his father's anger, I'm afraid there is also an excessive concern from his wife who has doted on him since he was a child.

I wanted to go to the back mountain to greet her in person, but I didn't want the news of my return to reach my mother's ears so quickly. Without having to think about it, he knew what he was going through next.

Most of the people who cultivate immortals can't see their real age, and so is Zhuge Ang's mother, the gentle temperament unique to middle-aged women is vividly interpreted by her, solemn and elegant, and the charm still exists, even with the delicate of some girls.

Zhuge Ang stood in place, stiffened, watching his mother slowly walk in front of him, he was about to salute, but he was caught off guard by his mother.

"Ang'er, my mother wants to kill you!" Zhuge Ang, who was hugged tightly, almost couldn't breathe, and caught a glimpse of the old lady and a few maids behind Mrs. Zhuge , he hurriedly pulled away and hugged his mother, embarrassed.

"Mother, so many people are watching!" He felt very embarrassed to be hugged by his mother so affectionately. And the old lady and a few maidservants standing not far away met this meeting, but there was nothing unusual, maybe it was not strange that they had seen a lot.

Where can Mrs. Zhuge take care of Zhuge Ang's face, holding his face and looking at it vigorously, while saying, "Let Weiniang take a closer look, have you lost weight?"

Zhuge Ang waved his hands wildly to break Mrs. Zhuge away, and muttered: "Oh, mother, I'm such an adult, I know how to eat and sleep, and I'm not a child, where is it so easy to starve and lose weight!"

"What are you talking about, you are here for your mother, you will always be a child! Besides, you see that your temper is not much different from that of a child......"

Zhuge Ang listened helplessly, his face was already unbearable, the old lady and the maidservants lowered their heads and snickered, although the voice was very soft, but it was very harsh, and he felt more and more embarrassed to hear it. So he interrupted Mrs. Zhuge and said, "Mother, it's windy outside, why don't we go in and say! I'll ask someone to prepare some refreshments, and we'll talk while drinking tea for a while." ”

After hearing this, Mrs. Zhuge felt very good, so she entered the ruined hall together with the support of Zhuge Ang.

Zhuge Ang was born and didn't like to take the ordinary road, especially in the area of taking names, but he must be different from others before he is willing to give up, so the clothes he uses to live and wear are all called peculiar, the sword is called "useless", the residence is called "ruins", and even the food should be different, so his refreshments and shapes are very peculiar, not as ordinary as ordinary people.

Mrs. Zhuge who entered the palace did not sit on the side, but sat on the same side next to Zhuge Ang, looked at the refreshments on the table, picked up a piece of pastry in the shape of a pig's head with disgust, looked at it twice and said: "Ang'er, your chef's skills here have improved a little, look at this shape, it is vivid." ”

Zhuge Ang replied with a smile: "Mother, you taste, I heard that this is a new taste that they have newly researched after I left, after crushing the best lotus flower to extract the juice, mixed with flour and butter, the taste is dense and silky, and the mouth is fragrant after eating." ”

Hearing his boasting, Mrs. Zhuge hesitated to put the pastry into her mouth, a familiar smell filled her mouth and nasal cavity, thought for a moment, and asked, "Where did this lotus come from?"

"Hehehe......" After a burst of inexplicable laughter, Zhuge Ang said embarrassedly: "Houshan lotus washing pool." ”

When Mrs. Zhuge heard this answer, her hand trembled, and she took a small bite of the pastry and landed on the table, and her other hand tightened instantly, and her face became very difficult to look at in an instant. Looking at Zhuge Ang's smile, she pretended to be kind and gentle, and said clearly word by word: "Son, do you know what the lotus flower in the lotus washing pool is?"

Zhuge Ang hurriedly held Mrs. Zhuge 's hand and said with a smile: "The Qianxi Forest of Bugu Mountain, the Divine Mountain, is a gift for your five hundredth birthday when Si Chentian returned from a trip in the past......

"If you know, why do you ......?"

"Mother......" blurted out coquettishly, "Anyway, that flower, which starts and loses every year, is also put away, it is better to use it to make something." Besides, the things of the Divine Mountain Bugu Mountain, eating it also has an effect on improving spiritual power and cultivation, I have been away for a few months, neglected to cultivate, and my spiritual power has declined, so get some of these to eat, and it is good to show my demeanor when recruiting new people, isn't it!"

Mrs. Zhuge nodded knowingly, but it could be seen from her tightly knit brows that her anger had not subsided, but in the face of her son, she could only endure it without attacking.

Seeing his mother's face that was about to condense, Zhuge Ang moved to her side, got closer, and said: "Mother, it's already like this anyway, it's better to enjoy it, don't think so much." As he spoke, he picked up a piece of pastry and sent it to Mrs. Zhuge 's mouth, "Ah......" A long voice came out, and Mrs. Zhuge opened her mouth slightly and took a bite of the pastry.

"You!" After chewing slowly, Mrs. Zhuge stretched out her finger and poked at Zhuge Ang's forehead dotingly, "I really can't help you!"

Zhuge Ang smiled and ate the pastries, while Mrs. Zhuge continued: "Ang'er, you have been out for the past few months, if there is anything new, tell your mother." "Living in the mountain behind Tianyuan Pavilion for many years, Mrs. Zhuge feels bored, can listen to some things in the human world, and can also spend time in the sparse and ordinary time.

The teacup that Zhuge Ang brought to his mouth paused, then raised his head and smiled at Mrs. Zhuge , "Mother, the human world is lively!"

When Mrs. Zhuge heard this, her eyes lit up, and she asked, "Really, what kind of lively method?"

As a result, Zhuge Ang began to tell Mrs. Zhuge about his experience in the human world for several months, but it was inevitable that Zhuge Ang would add fuel and vinegar to it, and by the way, he created a narrow image of helping each other when he saw injustice.

After hearing this, Mrs. Zhuge praised her son again and again, and bluntly said that Zhuge Ang deserved to be her son, and his demeanor was not inferior to that of her back then.

After Mrs. Zhuge left satisfied, Zhuge Ang spread out on the couch, staring at the beam of the room with a pair of loveless eyes, and spit out a sentence: "Make up a story, it's tiring!"