90,000 Years of Longevity

Before the wooden table, Ye Bei sat calmly.

The folding fan was on the table.

There were no other superfluous actions.

"Where is my father?" Pu Qingyin took the initiative to ask after watching for a while.

"He went to the kitchen to cook." Ye Bei glanced slightly over Pu Qingyin and answered very casually.

"Ye Bei, I want to ask you a few questions." When Pu Qingyin said this, she carefully hugged the wooden box in her arms with his hands, while her body was leaning against the wall next to the wooden door.

"En." Ye Bei gave a light hum, agreeing.

"When you were on the street before, you said you knew my father? Is this true?" Pu Qingyin asked solemnly.

"Of course." Ye Bei nodded.

"When I first saw you, I really thought you were very familiar. Did we meet when we were young? But that shouldn't be true. You don't seem to be 18 years old, and I'm not too old this year." Pu Qingyin continued to speak.

"Today, it should be our first meeting." Ye Bei replied.

"How is it possible?" Pu Qingyin shook her head, not believing, "Also, I suddenly discovered today that my father is a bit unusual. I have also found out that it was my illusion before, but you must know something, don't you?"

"En." Ye Bei gave a hum but didn't intend to explain the situation.

"Also, my father wants to give this wooden box to you?" Pu Qingyin's eyes rolled quickly. "As far as I can remember, father is a person without any relatives or friends. This box has always been with him as if it is a treasure. When I was a child, I secretly touched it once and was beaten severely. Today, he is going to give you this box. Tell me, my father and you are not related by blood, are you? For example, are you the grandson of my father who was lost outside for decades?"

In the lobby, the atmosphere became a bit frozen.

The air was also somewhat cold.

Fortunately, Pu Donghuang was not here at this time. Otherwise, he would have to kneel on the ground in fright when he heard such a conversation.

Fortunately, Ye Bei had seen too many things and encountered too many tricky problems.

At the same time, because this Pu Qingyin didn't understand many things, he didn't have any thoughts of blaming, and even the expression on his face did not change at all.

Only the corners of his mouth moved slightly.

With a calm expression, he replied, "That's not true. But from another perspective, Pu Donghuang is my junior, that's normal, but he doesn't have any qualifications yet to be involved in a blood relationship with me."

"Ahhh?"

To be honest, when Pu Qingyin asked those words just now, deep down in her heart, she was well prepared.

But after hearing Ye Bei's answer, she staggered, and the wooden box she was holding in her arms almost fell to the ground.

"Boy, what are you talking about? You are disrespectful, how come my father is your junior? He is probably over a hundred years old this year. Is it possible that you are over a hundred years old? If this is known by my father, he will break your legs for sure." Pu Qingyin gritted her teeth, a touch of anger appeared on her face. "Also, is it possible that your blood is very noble and my father is not qualified to have any relationship with you?"

"I'm just telling the truth." Ye Bei disagreed without any expression.

"You, you... you are too much!" Pu Qingyin stomped, exhaling with anger.

...

However, just when Pu Qingyin was about to continue speaking, a majestic voice suddenly sounded.

"Qingyin, who told you to talk to Sir like this? Quickly apologize to Sir! Besides, put the box on the table and leave quickly!"

It was Pu Donghuang who was talking.

When he said this, he was holding a plate of fried vegetables in his hand, and he just walked from the direction of the kitchen to the lobby, his face was blue, his brows frowned, and he seemed very angry.

Pu Qingyin was stunned.

Since she was young, it was the first time she saw her father's serious and solemn expression.

"It's okay."

However, when Pu Qingyin didn't know what to do, Ye Bei said softly.

But Pu Donghuang's serious expression changed in an instant, and a smile appeared on his face again, even with some sincerity.

"Sir, please don't mind her. This little girl is being pampered by me too much on weekdays. If she offends you in any way, please forgive her..." Pu Donghuang was holding a dinner plate as he walked steadily towards the direction of the wooden table.

"Sir?"

In front of another wooden door in the lobby, Pu Qingyin really felt that her thinking was a little bit unable to turn around, "What happened to my old man today? This is too weird... for such a young guy, he used the honorific title?"

But Pu Qingyin didn't dare to say this idea at all. Although she didn't quite understand what happened, Pu Donghuang's serious expression just now was a warning to her.

Then she simply bit her lip, stopped talking, holding the wooden box, and walking towards the wooden table in the middle.

"It's okay, she is too young, I won't mind something as trivial as this."

When Pu Donghuang was holding the dish and placing it on the table carefully, Ye Bei replied.

"Humph!" Pu Qingyin groaned inwardly, walked to the front of the table, and deliberately put the wooden box on it with a bit of strength.

On the contrary, Pu Donghuang next to her was busy putting down plates and so on.

In addition to being puzzled, Pu Qingyin also experienced unprecedented shock. At the same time, when she looked at Ye Bei, her eyes became more complicated.

"This guy is not only rude, but he also doesn't put the old man in his eyes. When the old man is serving the food, he sits at the table like an uncle, and he doesn't even move. This is basically beating my old man's face! Even if he really knows father, father should be a little angry at this time, right?"

Thought of this, Pu Qingyin looked towards Pu Donghuang unconsciously.

After Pu Donghuang put down the dish, there was not the slightest discomfort on his face.

Instead, he looked at Ye Bei with a simple smile on his face and took the initiative to speak, "Sir, this is fried rapeseed. I used to grow it myself in the yard at home, and I used the water from the ancient well to irrigate it every day. The taste is definitely better than those on the outside market. I'm afraid you are hungry, so I fry this plate and serve it immediately. There are still dishes below, I will continue to make it!"

Then Pu Donghuang immediately turned around again, preparing to walk towards the kitchen.

"This…"

Pu Qingyin put down the wooden box and rubbed her eyes vigorously, feeling that she was dreaming today.