In Yi Lin's opinion, the ingredients in the warehouse were really shabby compared to hundreds of years ago.

But don't forget.

Yilin is a "soul culinary".

Under the eyes of the old men, Yi Lin cooked in person.

In the yard, set up a boiler.

“Tu tu tu tu…”

Boss Nie has excellent sword skills and helps cut the ingredients into hob blades.

Jian Nanchun didn't shake his hands and was also helping with chores.

When I was busy until dusk, the ingredients were finally put into the pot.

Dozens of old men from the human race and the demon race gathered in front of a hot pot and sang loudly.

"You are not allowed to drink!"

Hua Niang has become the administrator of the senior activity center.

When she saw someone secretly pulling out the wine pot, she snatched it with a quick eyes and hands.

The boiler starts to burn.

Yi Lin saw that it was almost done, the soul cooking technique was activated, and colorful light rose into the sky...

"Here's here!"

"It's this smell!"

"I haven't tasted this flavor for hundreds of years!"

"My tongue is pregnant!"

The old men chopped their chicks and almost ate their tongues.

Hua Niang looked at the old people's situation of "hungry dogs snatching food", shook her head helplessly, put a pot in advance, walked out of the crowd, and placed it in front of the candle.

Guzhu said leisurely: "Hua Niang..."

Hua Niang: "Hmm?"

Gu Zhu sighed: "If you do this, I will feel like I've become a 'pet'."

Hua Niang pursed her lips: "Then I'll take it?"

"No, it smells so good."

The candle is buried in the hardships.

Then you can't say anything.

Hua Niang curled her lips.

Nie Shanhe did not speak of martial ethics, and used a spoon to block the other old men's forks, took a large spoon into his bowl, and then jumped to the wall.

"Click."

Because of his movements too much, Boss Nie seemed to be dodging to his waist.

"Brother Nie, don't forget how long you have to live."

When Hua Niang saw that Boss Nie was really moved, she kindly reminded her.

"Hmph," Boss Nie covered his waist and sneered disdainfully: "You must have fun in life!"

Jian Nanchun hesitated for a moment.

Still no krypton life, he used his Thousand Machine Umbrella to grab food.

He could only eat half full with his agility that was far beyond other old men.

"Xue'er, eat more. Look at you, you're busy with group affairs all day long, and you've lost much weight."

Xia Ruxue had a whim during the day, and she mustered up the courage to shout "Mother", making Hua Niang feel happy.

She stuffed Xia Ruxue's bowl full, as if she was afraid of being hungry for her future wife.

Everyone tacitly understands the relationship between Yi Lin and Xia Ruxue.

They didn't tease the two at the dinner.

But the old men looked at Xia Ruxue secretly and were obviously still thinking about the two of them.

"Junior brother! Junior brother! Junior brother! Hush! Hush! Come here!"

Jian Nanchun was wearing a big basin and secretly poked Yi Lin's back while others were not paying attention.

Seeing Yi Lin turn around, he looked puzzled and said nodded outside the yard.

Yi Lin knows it.

After opening like a shadow, Yi Lin left the hot pot as if transparent.

The two came outside the elderly activity center, under the tree, the stars reflected in the sky. Jian Nanchun glanced sneakily inside for a few moments, repeatedly confirming that Hua Niang didn't notice the movement here, then he breathed a sigh of relief and took out two dark purple bamboo branches with cracked surfaces from his arms.

"Like a shadow?"

The aura exuded by Jian Nanchun made Yi Lin look very familiar.

It appears and appears, exists and does not exist.

This is clearly the feeling of "like a shadow to follow", which reduces the presence.

"Awesome, the trick you taught your senior brother back then has learned." Jian Nanchun quickly stuffed one of the purple bamboos into Yi Lin's arms: "But later, I confirmed with Senior Chen, that he had never taught you any stealth skills. Hey... It seems that you didn't tell the truth back then."

It seems that Xia Ruxue did not tell Jian Nanchun about Yi Lin's origin.

Yi Lin was silent and took the purple bamboo wine.

I don’t know how long this purple bamboo wine has been preserved, but there is a faint decay of smell on it.

"You'd better drink less on your body?"

"Tsk, you're rarely back. Even if I die of drunkenness today, I will have no regrets in this life!"

Jian Nanchun grinned, extremely free and easy. He raised his hand and slashed the purple bamboo in his hand...

Ouch... it didn't split.

He covered his hands and looked constipated.

"I'll do it."

Yi Lin raised his sword and slashed two pieces of purple bamboo with his hand knife.

Although the purple bamboo wine is an aged wine, it has been stored for hundreds of years and has a slightly astringent taste, but the strong aroma of the wine is very impressive.

In order not to allow the aroma of wine to spread inside and cause commotion, Yilin decisively set up a barrier to isolate the two from the courtyard.

The two brothers chatted casually.

Let’s talk about Chenbei first.

"Senior Chen, a few years ago, I suddenly said that my deadline was approaching and I was about to die."

Jian Nanchun savored the century-old wine without any speed, and his expression was ecstatic. When talking about Chen Bei, Jian Nanchun sighed: "But the next day, Senior Chen fell into a coma and relied on medicine to maintain his life. Now."

Yi Lin was silent.

"But Junior Brother Lin, don't be sad." Jian Nanchun smiled: "You are not unaware of Senior Chen's age. It's a few times older than me and you. It's a miracle to be able to survive until now, and it's impossible to force it."

“That’s true.”

"I won't mention this sad thing today, Senior Chen is not a loss. Elder Shi Huayan is infatuated with Senior Chen. He has been guarding him for the rest of his life, so he is envious!" After three rounds of wine, Jian Nanchun became a little drunk. He chuckled and poked Yi Lin's waist, and said with a strange smile: "What makes senior brother admire is that you have been sleeping for seven hundred years and have actually become enlightened. As soon as you wake up, you took down our baby junior sister!"

Jian Nanchun gave Yi Lin a thumbs up.

I like to my junior brother.

Yi Lin was silent for a moment and nodded.

Looking at Yi Lin's complicated expression, the smile on Jian Nanchun's face instantly frozen. He suddenly moved forward, grabbed Yi Lin's clothes, and wanted to lift them up... and didn't move.

But this did not affect Jian Nanchun's momentum. He looked cold: "You want to be responsible now?"

"puff."

Yi Lin sprayed a sip of wine from her mouth on Senior Brother Jian’s face.

Jian Nanchun felt a waste, but he did not let go of Yi Lin, but looked into his junior brother's eyes.

After a while.

Jian Nanchun: "You are confused?"

Yi Lin was silent for a moment and couldn't help but sigh: "...yes."

"Why are you confused?"

"I don't know either."
To be continued...