First love, the best of you

Chapter 282 Give Him Yourself 10
"No, Lao Deng is also from the Demon Race." Nie Hanqiu smiled faintly at Chu Xia, then lowered his voice and said to her.

"Nani!?" Chu Xia stared at him with wide eyes and said, "Old Deng, he, he, he, he, too!?"

"Yeah." Nie Hanqiu nodded lightly, with a nice curve on his lips, and asked in a low voice, "How old do you think old Deng is?"

"Uh...I think...Old Deng looks like he's in his 50s...he shouldn't be 60 years old, right?? If he's 60, he can retire." Chu Xia tilted his head and thought for a while, then turned towards Nie Hanqiu said uncertainly.

"Hehe." Nie Hanqiu smiled happily, then stretched out a finger towards Chu Xia and said, "He's already this big."

"One..." Chu Xia looked at his slender and fair fingers, hesitated for a moment, and roared in a low voice: "Isn't it!? Could it be that Lao Deng is already a hundred years old?"

"To be exact, it is 110 years old." Nie Hanqiu smiled slightly, took Chu Xia's hand to the edge of the dining table, pulled out the chair for her very gentlemanly, let her sit down, and then returned to her seat Okay, so I can talk about my spare time.

"I'll go..." Chu Xia was stunned by what he said, "Didn't Lao Deng live from the Guangxu period of the Qing Dynasty to the present!?"

"Well, yes." Nie Hanqiu nodded lightly and said, "He has witnessed the rapid development of human technology."

"..." Chu Xia felt astonished and speechless.

"What's the rapid development of technology??" Aunt Qing came out of the kitchen with [-] longevity noodles and asked as she walked.

"No...it's nothing...we're talking about the rapid development of science and technology..." Chu Xia laughed dryly, and got away with it.

"That's true, now you young people like to play QQ, WeChat and so on. My daughter applied for a WeChat account for me a while ago, and I still don't know how to use it. Young Mistress, if you are free, you can also use it." Add me as a friend??" Aunt Qing said with a smile while handing two pairs of chopsticks to Chu Xia and Nie Hanqiu.

"Okay, no problem." Chu Xia hurriedly nodded, took the chopsticks and buried herself in eating noodles.

"..." Nie Hanqiu looked at Chu Xia's posture of wanting to bury his whole head in the bowl, couldn't help but shook his head, and said to Aunt Qing: "There's nothing to do here, you can go upstairs to tidy up. "

"Okay, young master, I'll go right away, wait a minute, I still have some soup for you." Aunt Qing replied with a smile, then turned her head and went into the kitchen again.

After Chu Xia heard Aunt Qing's words, she instantly raised her head and looked at Nie Hanqiu with a gloating expression.

Nie Hanqiu frowned, looking at Chu Xia's expression, a bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

Sure enough, after a while, Aunt Qing walked over with a huge celadon soup bowl.

She put the celadon soup bowl in front of Nie Hanqiu, then lifted the lid, and said with a smile, "Young master, this is a tonic soup that I specially made for your 30th birthday. It is expected that there are bull whips, sheep whips, deer whips, snake whips, and..."

"Stop!" The expression on Nie Hanqiu's face became more and more ugly as he heard it, his voice coldly stopped Aunt Qing from introducing this great tonic soup, and said with a dark face, "Take it for me."

(End of this chapter)