"Hey, stinky old man, congratulations on your resurrection!" In the Holy Maiden's Palace, Feng Qingyan looked at Di Chen and said with a light smile.

In the past five hundred years, Feng Qingyan has not changed much, and it is still the same big grinning, playful, greedy and sleepy Feng Qingyan as before, and it is still so gorgeous.

"I said, can you change the word? For example, Nirvana, rebirth, rebirth, and so on. Resurrection from the dead always makes people feel panicked, as if I was a corpse. Dichen gave her a helpless look.

Just thinking about it gives me goosebumps.

Compared with five hundred years ago, Dichen is still full of gorgeous hair, but the wrinkles on his face have disappeared, and he has returned to the handsome appearance before the dantian was destroyed.

"By the way, didn't you let you hide it from my mother? How did she know everything?" Di Chen glanced back at Feng Yanran, who was busy cooking in the kitchen, pulled Feng Qingyan to the side, and asked quietly.

Originally, Feng Ao weaved a lie about handing over Dichen to a friend, just not wanting Feng Yanran to know that he was about to send Dichen to the hell furnace, so that she could live well with an expectation and waiting as before. But when Dichen came out of the Hell Furnace, Feng Yanran went directly there to find him, and she didn't ask half a sentence afterwards, which shows that she already knew that Dichen was in the Hell Furnace.

"Actually, my aunt knew about it four hundred and ninety years ago, and it should have been deliberately leaked by the Great Elder. Feng Qingyan glanced at Di Chen. Now that Feng Yanran knew about it, she really didn't know why Dichen was so mysterious and sneaky.

"Then she ......"

"You still say, "It's cruel to join forces with my grandfather to deceive me. Feng Yanran's voice came, and her tone was strange, but more of it was happy and happy.

"Auntie, we're doing it for your own good. If you tell the elders of your clan that they want to throw this guy into the hell furnace, for the sake of your precious son, it would be strange if you didn't make the Feng clan jump. Moreover, the patriarch also wants you to keep an expectation and live well. Feng Qingyan said with a smile.

"I know, but if Grandpa had told me about Nirvana Dan from the beginning. I think I should have agreed, why bother so much?" mentioned this matter, Feng Yanran inevitably felt a little resentful.

"Auntie, this is your only son, it's no wonder that you will agree, because the patriarch is not sure that he will be reborn. Moreover, it was this guy who repeatedly emphasized that he wanted you to live well, how dare we be careless?" Feng Qingyan glanced at Di Chen and said with a smile.

"You damn boy. Are you willing to leave your mother alone?" Feng Yanran looked at Di Chen with hatred and said with disgust.

Di Chen smiled wryly and said, "Mother, it turns out that I am right, isn't the child back well? ”

"Okay, I'm angry when I talk about it, so don't mention it again. Let's eat first, and let you two little ones taste my craft. Feng Yanran said with a smile. Pulling up Dichen and Feng Qingyan, they walked towards the hall.

In the center of the hall there is a fire mulberry wooden table, on which are densely placed more than a dozen dishes, each dish is a delicious dish with all colors and flavors, steaming hot, is exuding bursts of fragrance, people can't help but appetize. Appetite.

The three of them sat down, Feng Yanran gave each of them a bowl of rice, and before she had time to serve herself a bowl of rice, she began to serve dishes to Dichen, each dish was sandwiched a little, and the dishes in Dichen's bowl instantly looked like a hill. I couldn't put it down anymore, but Feng Yanran was still picking up vegetables.

"Mother, I can't fit it anymore, so you can sit down and eat. Dichen said.

"This ...... This bowl seems to be a little smaller, so my mother will change it to a bigger one for you. As if she hadn't heard Dichen's words, Feng Yanran couldn't wait to put all the delicacies into Dichen's bowl, and then watched him eat them all little by little.

This is a mother, this is a mother's love, always thinking only about her children, even forgetting that she has been busy for a long time, and she doesn't even have time to breathe.

Di Chen grabbed Feng Yanran, then got up and served her a bowl of rice, sandwiched some dishes, handed them to her, and said with a smile: "Mother, these dishes are here, children can clip them by themselves, you have been busy for a long time, it's time to rest." ”

"There are still a lot of dishes in the kitchen, this case is too small to fit in!" Feng Yanran said with a smile.

Feng Qingyan pouted and bit her chopsticks from the beginning, and said with a jealous face: "Auntie, you are so partial, you patronize the vegetables for your precious son, but there is nothing in my bowl." ”

"This ...... This one...... You are a dead girl, don't you have no hands, won't you clip it yourself?" Feng Yanran was a little embarrassed by Feng Qingyan's words, and after a short period of embarrassment, she reacted, and immediately scolded.

So Feng Qingyan's small mouth pursed higher, and his silver teeth were clenched, almost biting the chopsticks. She glanced at Dichen and muttered, "Your son also has hands and feet, so why do you still serve vegetables for him?"

Feng Yanran's hearing was so keen, and Feng Qingyan's voice was not small, she suddenly heard it, and said angrily: "You dead girl, don't you owe smoke?"

Feng Qingyan suddenly smiled, pointed to the rice bowl in front of Feng Yanran and said, "Auntie, you should eat it quickly, that is what your precious son served it to you, you have to eat it all." ”

"Then you still need to say it?" Feng Yanran glanced at her and happily picked up the rice bowl.

Half an hour later, the meal was finally over.

On the top of the desk, nearly twenty dishes were empty, and all the delicacies were swept away, most of them entered Dichen's stomach, and the small half was wiped out by Feng Qingyan, and Feng Yanran ate very little, almost all of them sat on the side, watching Dichen and Feng Qingyan feast with a smile on their faces, gobbling up.

Di Chen covered his bulging belly, burped very indecently, Feng Qingyan was similar to her, and his jade hand stroked his round little belly, and asked, "Auntie, where did you learn this craft, why don't I know it in the past five hundred years?"

In my impression, this is the first time Feng Qingyan has seen Feng Yanran cook in person. In the past, when Feng Yanran had not yet had an accident, she was a high-ranking saint of the Feng clan, and Feng Qingyan was just a small point, and she was born in a branch. It is rare to have the opportunity to come here, so naturally I can't see Feng Yanran cooking.

It's just that in the five hundred years that Dichen has been thrown into the hell furnace for alchemy, Feng Qingyan has never seen her move. So she never knew that her aunt had such good skills, much better than the cooks who served her in the Holy Maiden Palace.

But. In the past five hundred years, Feng Yanran has been worried about her son all the time, how can she have the heart to cook?

"Auntie used to do a lot of things by herself, how can she be as idle as you, clothes to reach out for food to open your mouth. Feng Yanran said with a smile as she began to clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

"How can I have it? We wear our own clothes, and we eat our own food. Feng Qingyan quibbled.

"Do you want people to chew it up and feed it to you?" Dichen quipped.

"Are you looking for death?" Feng Qingyan glared, raised his jade hand and slapped it.

Dichen hurriedly flashed to the side and glanced at her defiantly. Then he smiled and said to Feng Yanran: "Mother, I'll help you clean up, you have been busy for a long time before, just leave the matter of cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks to the child." ”

"How's that going to work? Get out of the way. ”

"Why not?" Dichen looked puzzled.

"Chen'er, you are a dignified man, you should stand up to the sky to fight the immortal road, this kind of thing is what women should do, you can play, my mother will clean it up." Feng Yanran said as a matter of course.

Dichen Yichen. Cultivation does not distinguish between men and women, so why should we divide it when doing housework?

But. Since his mother said this, Dichen no longer insisted, turned his head and glanced at Feng Qingyan, who was covering his little belly, and shouted: "Feng Qingyan, are you still not a woman? What are you still doing?"

"You ......" Feng Qingyan heard this, glanced back at Feng Yanran, who was cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, glanced at Di Chen contemptuously, and said, "Of course I am a woman, but no one stipulates that women should clean up the dishes and chopsticks and do housework, right?"

Dichen heard this. His eyes were wide open, and his mouth was big enough to stuff a fist. Feng Qingyan is right, it is true that no one stipulates that women must do this.

Feng Yanran glanced at the two of them and said with a smile: "It's not me who said you, you are really happy enemies." ”

"Who is ...... with him" Feng Qingyan was about to deny it, but suddenly remembered that the two had refuted in unison before, so he quickly shut up.

"Hurry up and help, it's long-winded, my mother has been busy for a long time. Dichen looked at her and urged.

"You...... If you want your mother to rest, then you can clean up by yourself, if you don't want to move, then quickly find a woman to serve your mother, why are you shouting at me here?" Feng Qingyan said with white eyes.

"......" Dichen was dumbfounded.

"Well, Yan'er is a good idea, Chen'er, calculate your age, you are more than 600 years old, you should indeed bring a few daughters-in-law back to your mother. Feng Yanran thought deeply of Feng Qingyan's words, and asked Dichen to bring a few back as soon as she spoke.

"Mother, what are you doing to make a fuss? Do you think it's a fruit on the mountain, and it's a basket when you pick it casually?" Dichen said helplessly.

"My son is so good, rich and handsome, and the jade tree is in the wind, can't he pick a basket...... No, can't you attract a few girls?" Feng Yanran said.

In the eyes of every parent, their children are always the best.

"This aunt doesn't have to worry, as far as I know, your precious son is not a fuel-efficient lamp, his women, just in the Eastern Wilderness, have no more than a hand, and all of them are peerless, looking like immortals......" Feng Qingyan rarely found an opportunity, and almost told the famous young female cultivators in the Eastern Wilderness. "Auntie, don't you know, this guy is idle every day, and he doesn't know how many good girls have been ruined by him. ”

"Really, I'll just say, Chen'er is the best. ”

Thump!

Feng Qingyan foamed at the mouth and fainted directly to the ground. Auntie, why don't you understand what I mean?

Di Chen glanced at her and asked, "Hey, I'm going to leave the Fire City, will you go?" (To be continued......)