Little Mr. is one hundred years old

"Is this your home?" Qing Huan looked here and touched there, the curiosity on his face was like that of a country bumpkin who just entered the city.

"En." Chen Ziran looked at him dotingly.

Qing Huan probed her head: "Huh? Where are the others?"

"They're outside."

"Oh." Qing Huan said: "They listen to you well... Are you their master?"

"I'm the one who pays them."

"Salary..." Qing Huan rolled her eyes: "Then you must be very rich."

Chen Ziran smiled: "Are you hungry?"

Qing Huan's eyes lit up, and she nodded vigorously: "Yeah!"

"Do you want to eat western food?"

"Western food... what is it?"

Qing Huan still lingers in the memory of the ancient tomb and that village. All he ate was those farm sacrifices. Of course, he doesn't know what Western food is.

Chen Ziran did not take Qing Huan out to the restaurant for dinner, but directly invited the western chef to cook it.

The western chef is a blond Frenchman. When he was concentrating on cooking, he would not have thought that there was a ghost next to him carefully looking at him, first observing his appearance, and then studying his cooking...

Chen Ziran asked the secretary to come over, and saw Qing Huan grabbing the freshly made shellfish with her hands——

"Cough cough." Chen Ziran coughed a few times.

Qing Huan turned to look at him, stuck out her tongue, and retracted her hands.

"Hello, sir." The chef thought that Chen Ziran was looking at him, so he hurriedly greeted him.

"Can we eat now?"

"It's ready to serve."

"it is good."

Seeing Chen Ziran winking at her, Qing Huan followed obediently.

In the dining room, the butler has already pulled up two chairs.

Qing Huan thanked the housekeeper - except for the French cook who was blinded by Qing Huan, everyone in the house could see Qing Huan.

Chen Ziran watched the butler prepare the incense candles, and said to Qing Huan, "Without these things, you wouldn't be able to eat as you did just now."

"Oh." Qing Huan pouted, but he quickly changed the subject: "Did you see that person? He looks different from us..."

"It's a foreigner."

"Foreigners?"

"Different bloodlines, naturally born differently."

"The things he makes are different, but they look delicious..." Qing Huan looked at him: "When can I eat, I'm so hungry..."

"It's ready to eat right away." Chen Ziran looked at the butler: "Butler, the food is ready to serve."

"Yes."

The first course is the fried scallops with foie gras sauce that Qing Huan wanted to eat just now, followed by French snails in white wine, black pepper steak, fried lobster meat, chicken with lemongrass coconut sauce, smoked salmon, braised beef tongue, and cabbage wrap Meat, marjoram salmon roll, sizzling sirloin steak, smoked honey sauce ribs, duck breast with black fungus fried potatoes... Soup is creamy asparagus soup and French onion soup, dessert is apple pie, matcha light cheesecake and French Maple Syrup Toast.

Except for the white wine and French snails, Qing Huan resolutely refused to touch it because of the ingredients, but he accepted the rest of the tea very much, especially the last cheesecake, which he almost ate all by himself——

Chen Ziran was watching him eat from the opposite side.

"Aren't you going to eat it?" Qing Huan put a piece of duck breast on the plate in front of Chen Ziran: "This is delicious."

"Yeah." Chen Ziran took a bite and didn't eat any more. The butler next to him brought a cup of something and poured out a bowl for him. Chen Ziran finished it quickly.

Seeing this scene, Qing Huan turned his head to look: "What are you drinking? Is it something delicious?"

"This?" Chen Ziran teased, "Do you want a drink?"

"Yeah."

Chen Ziran asked the housekeeper to pour a small bowl for Qing Huan. Qing Huan picked it up, smelled it, and frowned, "It's a bit strange..." But he saw that Chen Ziran drank it all without frowning, it should be a good thing, With such a mentality, he also drank it in one gulp, and the result——

"It's so hard to drink—" with a bitter face: "It's so bitter—"

"Mr. Bai, this is medicine."

"Medicine...are you taking medicine?" Qing Huan's eyes widened: "Are you sick?"

"It's nothing...cough cough..." His throat felt a little uncomfortable again when he spoke, Chen Ziran picked up the handkerchief in his pocket, covered his mouth and coughed several times, the sound was heavy.

"When I saw you you coughed..."

Qing Huan didn't even care about eating: "What's wrong with you?"

"Ahem..." Chen Ziran stopped coughing, wiped her mouth, and said:

"It's just a cold, it's okay."

"Your cold hasn't recovered for a long time..."

Qing Huan muttered, but he didn't think too far at the time.

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"Chen Ziran, when can I be resurrected?" After eating, Qing Huan finally thought of this question.

"The current situation is more complicated than I thought." Chen Ziran sighed: "Ahem, your soul fragments are too many, and you can only be resurrected by putting all the fragments together into a complete soul."

"Soul fragments..." Qing Huan said: "The one that saved us that day is also a part of the soul, are there others?"

"It now appears that it is." Because, as far as he knew - there were other places.

"It's so troublesome..." Qing Huan flattened her mouth: "Why did my soul turn into pieces?"

Chen Ziran's expression was complicated: "At that time, your soul was attached to someone else's body, and your original body was occupied by others, and your soul was already unstable. Later, you were called away maliciously, and your three souls and seven souls were also torn apart. today's consequences."

"You mean...my soul is in someone else's body, and someone else's soul occupies my body...how is it so complicated...then who summoned my soul? Why is that person so bad..."

Chen Ziran looked at him, there was still innocence between his brows, which Qing Huan did not have in the past——

Now he is still ignorant of the world... Thinking of the other Qing Huan who saw in the tomb the dead old zombie without changing his face... Perhaps, this torn soul has split even his temperament.

"That person has also received retribution and got what he deserved." Chen Ziran said: "The most important thing now is to find your remaining souls and resurrect them together."

"Merge and resurrect!" Qing Huan clenched her fists with a look of vitality.

Seeing his appearance, Chen Ziran also had a gentle look on his pale face.

Qing Huan turned her head to look at him: "Chen Ziran, tell me, what kind of person was I before? You didn't finish talking last time..."

"You used to..." Chen Ziran said slowly, "You were a very powerful person."

"You said this... I thought about it, it should be the one who can kill the Lord with a single sword... Well, the old monster is as powerful..."

"Yes, very powerful." Chen Ziran agreed very much.

"If I can be so powerful after my resurrection, no one will be afraid."

"En." Chen Ziran agreed.

"But... after I'm resurrected... as you said, I don't eat meat anymore, I just eat vegetarian dishes... Wouldn't that be very boring?"

"When you change back to the original you, you won't think like this."

"You also said that I am pure-hearted and ascetic, I will never be happy or angry, like a piece of wood?"

"Then... it won't be..."

"Isn't that...it's not me at all?" Qing Huan frowned, worried: "That is to say...after being resurrected, I became the original me...then the me now...disappeared...yes Does that mean?"

Qing Huan only has one...

Chen Ziran understood that it would be like what he said in the end, but seeing his worried look, he couldn't bear to make him sad, so he said, "It's all you, no matter what kind of you you are, you are a part of it now, how could you disappear? Woolen cloth?"

Qinghuohuan stared at him, "Didn't you make it up for me?..."

Chen Ziran said softly, "I won't lie to you."

"Actually...you treat me so well because of the original me..." Qing Huan stared at him: "Then I am now, do you like this?"

"Really?"

"Ah."

Because no matter what, it's a part of you.

"That's great—" Qing Huan hugged Chen Ziran's neck happily, and kissed him on the cheek.

Chen Ziran was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but want to help her forehead——does this Qing Huan know what her actions mean? ...After all, I'm still a child...