After being homeless, he was picked up by God and brought home to be his husband.

Chu Yitang was drinking water, took a moment to glance at him, and slowly swallowed the water in his mouth.

Xijin was almost dying of anxiety waiting for him to speak. He pulled his chair forward and urged:

"Let me ask you, are you a hidden beauty in the golden house who doesn't want to let me know?"

The blood was still on the tip of his tongue, and Chu Yitang still didn't open his mouth. He held the cloth tiger under his hand and tapped the tiger's head with his fingers, noncommittal.

Xijin felt something strange. When he knocked on the door, the young gentleman came out wearing an apron and opened the door for him. It seemed that he had been living here for a long time.

He was also a doctor, so he would inevitably look at someone when he first met him. The young man had an extraordinary bearing, but he was still young and his clothes were still wet.

The most important thing is that there are still a few swelling marks on his neck downwards.

I didn’t expect Chu Yitang to have such a good time!

He slapped his thigh and couldn't hold back his laughter. He was hit by Chu Yitang with a teacup before he stopped. Xijin laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe:

"I'm telling you, before I tried to persuade you to be with me, you refused to do anything. You are just playing with me here."

Chu Yitang rolled his eyes at him and hugged Buhu tighter.

Xijin had laughed enough and didn't forget the serious business of coming here.

He and Chu Yitang had an agreement that they would come to Guyu Mountain every four hundred years during this period to ensure that someone would be by his side during his nightmare period to avoid unpredictable dangers.

"Isn't yesterday the first day? Is it over now?"

Chu Yitang raised his sleeves and let Xijin check his pulse. Yesterday, Lan Yu broke in by mistake, thinking that he was about to die and spent his cultivation to keep him alive.

I don’t know why, but Lan Yu disrupted the nightmare period that usually lasted for several days. I don’t know what went wrong, and I woke up the next day.

Xijin checked his pulse and was surprised to find that there was a spiritual pulse flowing hotly in Chu Yitang's body.

He realized it immediately, stopped his hand, looked through the window at Lan Yu who was chopping firewood outside the courtyard, and couldn't help but sigh:

"I'm so willing to give it up. You young man loves you so much. If it were me, I wouldn't even be willing to spend so much cultivation to keep you alive."

"In your words?"

Xijin still wanted to laugh. He put the tea cup on the bedside cabinet and said seriously:

"I'm not telling you, can you be ruthless? You see, you can chew people up, and you don't know how to care for them even at your age."

Chu Yitang was too lazy to pay attention to him. He hugged the cloth tiger that Lan Yu had sewn and leaned against the bed with his eyes closed to rest. Lan Yu hugged him all night last night and didn't sleep much all night, just coaxing him.

When Lan Yu came in holding ginger soup, he saw Xi Jin sitting beside his bed, very close to him, smiling broadly.

Chu Yitang's expression was gentle and he did not show any discomfort. There was still an imperceptible smile on his lips.

Click.

Xijin wasn't sure if he heard the sound of something breaking.

He turned around and saw Lan Yu holding ginger soup not far away. He didn't step forward or make a sound, he just stood silently.

Yes, that’s right, Lan Yu’s glass heart was broken again.

Pursing his lips, Lan Yu brought the ginger soup to Chu Yitang's bed. He stirred the porcelain spoon in the mixing bowl to make sure it was not hot before handing it to him and whispered:

"You drink first. It's getting late now. I'll make lunch. Is there anything you want to eat for lunch?"

Chu Yitang took the ginger soup at the right temperature, took a sip, and narrowed his eyes comfortably: "I want to eat Mapo tofu and braised pork ribs."

"Is it okay not to eat Mapo tofu? It's too spicy. Can I stew it with fish soup?"

"That's okay too."

Lan Yu then turned to ask Xi Jin for his opinion: "Senior, do you have any taboos? Or are there any dishes you want to add?"

Xi Jin was still watching the fun with great interest. When Lan Yu asked him about his taboos, Xi Jin was flattered:

"It's my share. Please give me some spinach and tofu, young man. Thank you for your work."

"Don't dare to take it seriously."

Lan Yu lowered his eyes, took the empty bowl that Chu Yitang had finished drinking, closed the door and went out.

The more Xijin looked at it, the more he felt that everything about Lan Yu was pleasing to his eye. As he watched Lan Yu go out, he couldn't help but feel a little envious of Chu Yitang:

"Look at this, he's good at cooking and chopping firewood, and he has a good temper. I wish God a lot of blessings."

Chu Yitang raised his hand and smashed the cloth tiger on his face: "What are you looking at? I will pick your eyes again."

Xijin couldn't dodge, and was dizzy after being hit. He rubbed his forehead and kept hissing:

"Chu Yitang, you are so oblivious that eating your spinach and tofu makes you so anxious. I really feel sorry for you. Just be gentler and don't bite your little husband to death."

Chu Yitang waved his hand like a fly to shoo him away, lifted the quilt and got into bed again and ignored anyone.

Xijin could see that he felt distressed, and Xiao Langjun also felt distressed for him, but Chu Yitang didn't say it, and he saw it.

Rushing to talk to his young husband, Xijin opened the door and entered the yard. Lanyu picked the vegetables from the vegetable basket and worked diligently and virtuously.

Xi Jin had a good impression of Lan Yu and wanted to help when he got closer.

Lan Yu knew that he had a close relationship with Chu Yitang, so he didn't show his discomfort. He stopped what he was doing and leaned forward to salute: "Junior Lan Yu, I have met my senior."

"Where is it? Young Master, please get up quickly."

"My name is Xijin. I'm from Nanqishan. I'm afraid I might disturb the young master if I come here today."

"Senior, please sit down. Dinner will be ready in a moment."

Lan Yu let Xi Jin sit on the small bench, and Xi Jin also picked up two spinach and imitated Lan Yu's choice of vegetables. Unfortunately, he was not very skilled and broke several spinach.

Xijin mixed the chopped spinach with the cooked ones without leaving any trace, and began to ask for words: "When did Immortal Lanyu move here?"

"A few months ago, the superiors allotted Guyu Mountain to me as a residence. It took a while to move in."

Xijin:? ? ? ? ?

He pointed at the dilapidated thatched houses behind them:

"Who is so heartless as to give this to you as a mansion??"

Lan Yu concentrated on choosing the dishes and answered seriously: "Actually, it's not bad. It won't be a big deal if you stay here for a long time."

What a young man who doesn’t mind poverty, loves wealth, and can endure hardships!

Xijin touched his chin and sighed again at Chu Yitang's good luck.

Lan Yu put away the dishes, poured a cup of tea for Xijin to drink first, and then went into the kitchen to cook.

He's so damn virtuous, why did Nan Qishan, which he didn't have, be given to him as a mansion in the first place?

Xijin was so sorry that such a big pie fell into Chu Yitang's hands. It was such a waste.

During the meal, Lan Yu brought out the stewed fish soup, as well as braised pork ribs, spinach tofu, bacon rice and so on.

"Do you usually eat so well???"

Xijin was dumbfounded and complained that Chu Yitang actually had the nerve to hit him hard. This young man worked hard and never complained, and he couldn't even rest at night. It was really hard.

Chu Yitang drank the fish soup from the bowl by himself, while Lan Yu picked out the thorns in the fish for him, one by one, meticulously. He filled less than half of the bowl and moved it to Chu Yitang.

Xi Jin was very satisfied with this meal. Lan Yu's cooking skills were unparalleled. He ate almost three bowls of rice before he stopped.

After eating, Chu Yitang said he wanted to wash the dishes, but Lan Yu refused, fearing that he would feel uncomfortable, so he put the dishes away and washed them himself.

After washing the dishes and learning that Xijin was staying overnight, Lanyu went to the east room to make a bed for him, holding the quilt in his arms.

Xijin couldn't stand it anymore and kicked Chu Yitang's stool: "He did all the work, what are you usually responsible for?"

"I'm usually responsible for washing dishes and sweeping the floor. He wouldn't let me do anything else and said I couldn't do it well, so I stopped doing it."

This was said so confidently that Xijin was speechless and choked.

But it is true that Chu Yitang has poor hands-on skills. He has seen this Lan Yu before he came.

The east room was cleaned very neatly by Lan Yu. Xi Jin walked in and thanked Lan Yu. Finally, he no longer had to live in a dilapidated house full of spider webs.

Lan Yu didn't go out immediately. He wanted to ask Xijin something clearly. It was no coincidence that he came to Guyu Mountain today. He was afraid that Chu Yitang would be like yesterday, so he wanted to ask Xijin about the whole story.

Xijin was not stupid. He closed the window, sat in front of the window sill, and said bluntly: "I know what you want to ask, but this is Yitang's private matter, and I can't reveal more."

"He is not in very good health. He has some diseases caused by the battles in his early years. I know that you raised him very preciously."

He changed the subject and smiled meaningfully:

"You are young, he won't have to deal with it anymore, you remind him, you know?"