Clear Lake wakes up early.

She boiled porridge in the small kitchen on a whim, and it seemed that it was not affected by yesterday in the slightest, as if it were an ordinary morning.

The sun rises as usual, the flowers and plants in the yard reflect beautiful colors with dewdrops, and the fresh country air is refreshing and natural.

Boiling porridge is a delicate job, and it takes time to boil out the soft and sticky rice milk. The fire should be baked, preferably with firewood without an open flame, but unfortunately the Li family is too poor, and there are only thatched bales cut back from the mountain.

Qinghu scraped the bottom of the pot with a wooden spatula while adding firewood, and the slightest bit of paste would ruin the whole pot of porridge.

Zhuang Ji patted the cucumber, sprinkled it with salt and salted water, and finely chopped the pepper, ginger and green onion for later use. Yesterday, almost all the bowls and basins in this family were broken, and Zhuang Ji took out a few stoneware dishes with his bare hands and rinsed them with the water in the jar.

It's so peaceful and harmonious.

The two fairy-like figures were quietly focused on the things in hand, and they didn't speak, and they looked at the past at a glance, just ordinary people.

This kind of plainness and simplicity is extremely rare, and it seems even more beautiful.

Gui Fen was knocked unconscious by Zhuang Ji and fell asleep all night. Maybe she hadn't slept so peacefully for more than a year.

Gui Fen woke up smelling the porridge and walked to the small kitchen to see Qinghu and Zhuang Ji.

She leaned against the door, one foot on the threshold. The warm sun at the beginning of the morning slanted on Gui Fen, and her face had an indescribable stretch, without bright brilliance, and it was no longer bleak before.

That's a kind of peace.

Gui Fen didn't bother, there were still three people lying on the floor of the hall, and she was going to deal with it.

Zhuang Ji was too lazy to pay attention to this, but because Qinghu was there, he wiped out the blood and the food he had turned over, and only three cold and stiff corpses were lying on the ground.

Gui Fen took a crowbar and turned up the stones on the floor of the hall and dug down with a hoe.

Zhuang Ji was skimming the brine in the cucumber when he heard the movement, and he glanced back at Qinghu.

"What's wrong with Zhuang'er, hungry?" Qinghu caught Zhuang Ji's gaze, pursed his lips slightly and smiled.

"yes, hungry."

Zhuang Ji mixed the cut condiments into the cucumber, picked a piece and tasted it, sprinkled a pinch of sugar, and continued to stir.

"Smack!" Qinghu patted the back of Zhuang Ji's hand, "Where did you learn it, eat with your hands?!" ”

"In the mountains." Zhuang Ji stuffed another piece into his mouth, "It's more delicious to eat like this." ”

"The old fairy is still cute, shameful! Shameful! With a smile on his disgusted face, Qinghu snatched the chopsticks and tasted a piece.

I didn't expect it to be unexpectedly delicious. She's meatless, but the refreshing and sweet taste is really good.

Qinghu glanced at Zhuang Ji and brought the basin to the stove to cover it, so as not to be lost by him.

"Yue'er likes it, I often make it for you, okay?" Zhuang Ji found out that this girl is smart and independent, and she is not easy to coax. If she has any irresistible preferences, it's a word.

"Okay, Zhuang'er is very filial, really good." Qinghu vaguely remembered that Zhuang Ji was not very well-behaved yesterday, but he couldn't beat him and didn't let him take advantage of it?

"Yue'er, do you know that you made a big mistake?" Zhuang Ji cleaned his hands and took out the brocade casually.

"Yes," Qinghu put down the wooden shovel, turned to lean on the stove and stared at Zhuang Ji: "Let's hear it." ”

"Do you know why I never call Immortal Venerable Master?"

"Huh?" Qinghu shook his head: "I don't know." ”

Zhuang Ji's eyebrows and eyes curved in a good-looking arc: "Because although Xianzun is my master and I am tens of thousands of years older, strictly speaking, I am the same generation as Xianzun." ”

"I'm the same as you." Zhuang Ji laughed: "Don't always want to take advantage. ”