Honkai Shura Field, Dear, Who is She?

With this identity, Yun Mo smiled wryly, not believing it himself.

"Stop teasing me, do you think immortals don't eat anymore?"

Yun Mo shook off his fingertips, and said somewhat angrily.

"Hahaha, Young Master Li was just joking. How can an immortal be like you and me? It must be because your own cultivation is not enough that you need to eat?"

"Don't call me Young Master Li, I'm no longer the Fourth Prince. My surname is Yun, and I'm named Mo."

Yun Mo ignored his former playmate, turned around and ran towards the market.

There are a variety of fruits and vegetables, but there is still a gap compared to the future vegetable market.

However, the level of excitement is not low, but the main force selling vegetables has changed from old people to young men in their prime.

Farming is perhaps the livelihood of most people these days.

"Boss, how much is this melon per catty?"

"This one too..."

"Oh, that one seems good too, give me some..."

The property constructed by the authority of the Herrscher of Reason is the same as in reality, but it only consumes the Houkai energy.

Neither is energy conservation.

As we all know, the energy conservation device is an instrument for testing IQ.

After simple purchases, Yun Mo conveniently built two panniers, not for carrying them, but for holding them, one in each hand, and returned with a full load.

Buying so much at one time is enough for three people to eat for a long time.

When Yun Mo came back to Mount Taixu again, the sun was shining brightly at noon, the cicadas were singing continuously, and the heat was unbearable.

Because some are close to Fu Hua, Yun Mo cannot use the authority of the Herrscher to cool off.

It was torture.

As soon as he came back, before he had time to stop and rest, Yun Mo got into the kitchen, a place that was cleaned only yesterday.

Fight for a better lunch!

In addition to ingredients, there are also some advanced kitchen utensils in the back basket.

"It's time to get busy again. Now it's Qiyana's time!" Yun Mo sighed, and shouted out Qiyana's famous lines, so that even without the boost of Herrscher, he still feels that he has endless power.

This mountain is not here to cultivate immortals, but to take care of chores, or the kind of unpaid workers.

"Shut up." There was a rippling sound as the old wooden door rubbed against the gap in the wall.

"Brother Huang, the immortal asked me to help you." Wanwan said.

"What about her?"

"I don't know."

Wanwan walked over, picked up the wood clumsily and threw it inside, as if it would help something.

……

Yun Mo didn't stop him, the heat had already been adjusted, so his judgment couldn't be wrong, what's more...

Sensing Yun Mo's sudden stop, no matter how stupid Wanwan was, she realized that she might be adding to the liking.

He quickly turned to Yun Mo's direction, lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry! Wanwan was wrong..."

"No, you continue to add, I want to eat mushy food today."

"Brother, I'm sorry..."

"Sigh..." Yun Mo sighed, "It's all trivial matters. In fact, it's fine for me to do these things alone. Wanwan, you haven't done such hard work, so just stay aside."

"Your inaction is the greatest help to me. I don't mean to blame you, you just need to sit by the side and praise me~"

"Thank you, brother..."

Looking at the busy Yun Mo, crystal beads of sweat slipped from his forehead and dripped down his chin onto the simple floor tiles.

She was dressed in a crisp white dress, and her long gray hair hung around her waist.

Wanwan felt that Yun Mo was too gentle, and she was rejected by many people in the court because of this.

He will never draw his sword on the weak, but this is obviously different from the opinions and ideas of bureaucrats.

The weak prey on the strong, and the weak deserve to be exploited.

Yun Mo was concentrating on doing her own thing, Wan Wan felt that such a brother Huang was the most beautiful and powerful person in the world. .

Yunmo has always given Wanwan the impression that he is a eccentric, cynical young man who doesn't stick to the prison of the palace and hates all rules.

But treat people sincerely, but often can't settle down when dealing with things.

Now Wanwan was confused, because she knew the height of Mount Taixu.

Going up and down, even a strong soldier can't bear it, but think of the almost crazy shadow under the Great Wall.

Suddenly everything made sense again.

The luxurious Chang'an, the busy streets and alleys, and the bustling world of mortals seem to be no longer his destination.

His essence has not changed, but his pursuit has changed a lot.

According to the definition of "mature and successful" in the adult world, then Yun Mo is the most failed child.

There are more "childish" and more "failures", but Wanwan doesn't think so.

The so-called "maturity" of adults is only the optimal solution after weighing the interests, and it is a life skill that everyone can master after learning.

For example, at a banquet, when toasting, the wine glass of the younger generation should be slightly lower than that of the elders. This is just a simple way of dealing with people that anyone can learn.

It is a kind of "mature and sensible" that adults default to.

Wanwan has lived alone for more than ten years in a corner where no one cares about her.

In addition to the necessary food, clothing and housing, there is no transportation, and occasionally meals are even forgotten.

A person has become so used to it that it has become the norm.

It is also for this reason that Wanwan spends a lot of books and thinking to pass the time, reading ancient and modern times, and knowing the affairs of the world.

And her eyes are no longer just simple right and wrong, she can see something hidden behind people.

For the rest of the brothers and sisters, no matter how Wan Wan looked at them, she could only see two words on their faces - hypocrisy.

On the other hand, the fourth brother who is known as the number one dude in Chang'an and who does all kinds of evil is a very frank person.

At least he didn't pretend to be himself at all, looking very "childish".

His "childishness" is more like a way of life that is most suitable for him after careful consideration. This way of life makes him no longer feel burdened, and he no longer feels that he is a disgusting thing.

Putting on the "childish" mask is another way to take off the "hypocritical" mask.

The new twigs outside the window are growing wildly, and the bright sky shines through the newly cleaned window lattice and shines in the small room.

Not knowing if it was an illusion, Wan Wan looked at Yun Mo's eyes, and under such a brilliant and dazzling halo, there was actually a bit of grayish-white color.

But even so...

"Okay, you're done, Wanwan is ready for lunch!" Yun Mo laughed heartily.

"...Okay, okay! I'll go right away!" Wanwan suddenly regained her composure, and hurriedly tiptoed to get the bowl.

If Brother Huang was a girl, how beautiful this smile would be.

Wanwan shook her head, and put aside some things she shouldn't have thought about.

At the dinner table, Fu Hua looked at a table of food with "golden light" and fell into silent silence again and again.

Yun Mo took the first step to pick up the spring not old that he made, and put it into his mouth.

Jokingly said: "Don't worry, it's not poisonous. I added something special to relieve the slightly bitter taste of Chunbulao, and it feels good."

It seemed to be asking for credit, but it was actually a joke about the joke he made on Fu Hua last night.

Yun Mo is like this, it is always enough to stop making fun of others, and he also likes to make fun of himself.

Little Heizi must have had a rough life, right?

But what if I say that I am so black that I will not let myself go?

Fu Hua hesitated for a long time, picked up the "Golden Light Version" of Chun Bu Lao, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly.

It is true that the bitter taste is gone, instead it is a bit...sweet?

And this taste...

Fu Hua looked at Yun Mo with some embarrassment, and the vermilion eyes showed great doubts.

Did you mean what I did last night?Isn't the spring we both do always at the same level?

A table of dishes, sweet and sour, bitter, spicy and salty, with both meat and seasonal vegetables.

But why Yun Mo still wants to make a plate of immortality, isn't it purely out of spite! ?

In this way, then I have to put aside the fact that the craniotomy does not hurt, you can ask Jesus. ——The creator of "New Bible": Fu Hua

"Eat, why don't you eat, eat quickly." Yun Mo said the familiar lines.

Wanwan ate with relish, and did not forget to praise Yunmo.

"Brother Huang is very good at cooking!"

Fu Hua's complexion was heavy, and he picked up one dish after another with complicated eyes.

To my disappointment, every dish tastes so many times better than the Chunbulao I made last night...

There is an unwritten tradition in Shenzhou, that is, a family must always talk about the meal, whether it is about the future or the past, there must be a few words.

And the past is obviously a big hot topic.

Wanwan couldn't help asking: "Brother Huang, have you learned from the imperial chef before? I feel that the delicacies in the palace are not as good as what Brother Huang cooks! Moreover, Brother Huang uses the most common ingredients, which is much better than them!"

Wanwan's eyes seemed to be sprinkled with mottled starlight, and the ink in her eyes knew everything, whether it was fighting or knowledge, even cooking skills far surpassed others, and she was humble and polite...

"There is no other, but you are familiar with it." Yun Mo smiled, after all, I have cheats, Wanbao.

"..." Fu Hua's expression became more solemn, and he muttered while eating.