After returning to the courtyard, Run Yu was about to enter the house, but Xufeng dragged him to the kitchen.

As the saying goes, a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen. Whether it was in heaven or in the human world, Run Yu had never entered the kitchen. At this time, he stood at the door and was a little at a loss.

Xu Feng, on the other hand, was already busy. He changed into a dark gray short-sleeved shirt and rolled up his sleeves high. As he took out vegetables from the basket, he said to Runyu, "Yu 'er, help me cook the stove."

Cook the stove?

Run Yu knew what a stove was, but how to cook it?

Run Yu took a deep breath and slowly walked to the stove and sat down. The stove was like Run Yu's mood at this moment, a black hole with no bottom.

Run Yu looked at the pile of firewood beside him and hesitated for a long time. He took some and stuffed it into the stove. Then, he created a spiritual fire and flicked it in.

With a "puff" sound, the firewood instantly turned into ashes. The stove was only dazzling for a moment, but it was still dark.

Run Yu was stunned. At this time, Xufeng stretched his head to take a look and saw the spiritual fire disappear. He couldn't help but laugh.

"These are all things of the mortal world. How can they withstand your spiritual fire? Fortunately, your fire is not big. Otherwise, the pot will be burned out in a while."

Run Yu pursed his lips and twisted his sleeves. His eyes drifted around, but he didn't look at Xufeng.

This was embarrassing.

Xufeng resisted the urge to kiss him and said, "Come, look at me."

Xufeng picked up the fire stick and pushed the ashes of the stove to the sides. Then, he took out the fire roll and hay beside the stove. He lit them and placed them in the center of the stove. When the hay was burning to the peak, he added a few more pieces of firewood.

"Just like this, when the fire is burning, add more firewood. Depending on the fire, add more or less. If it's too big, you have to push it to the sides to prevent the pot from burning."

After Xufeng finished his demonstration, he said, "I'll cook. You'll be responsible for adding firewood and controlling the fire, okay?"

Run Yu was a little puzzled. "Who did these things in the past?"

Xufeng was squatting beside him at this time. Hearing this, he raised his head with a look of grievance. "I'm doing it alone, but it's very tiring. I have to run to both sides. Yu 'er, are you willing to help me?"

Benefits blind one's eyes. Runyu looked at him and nodded after a long while.

Although eating was fast, cooking was not something that could be done in a short period of time. Since there was nothing to do, Xufeng began to chat with Run Yu.

When Run Yu saw Xufeng skillfully slicing the meat, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "Xufeng, I haven't asked you yet. When did you learn to cook?"

Xufeng's hands didn't stop as he said, "It was probably the second year after I lost my spiritual power."

"I lived alone and didn't want to hire anyone, so I was often hungry and full. Then I wanted to learn.

Coincidentally, I went to the town to eat and ate sweet and sour pork. It tasted very much like the one you liked. I went to find the chef and wanted him to teach me so that I could cook it for you in the future.

But he insisted that I worship him as my master before he was willing to teach me … "

"Then did you worship him?" Run Yu couldn't imagine that someone as proud as Xufeng would worship a mortal as his master.

"Of course I did. I stayed in that restaurant for two years. Not only did my master teach me sweet and sour pork, he also taught me many other dishes. You don't know how reluctant he was when I left. He said that he had never seen a disciple as smart as me."

"Then where is he now?"

Xufeng smiled and shook his head. "Of course he left a long time ago.

Master was very good to me. A mortal's life is short, and he values a chance encounter. I went back to see him a few times. He always missed me, but after a while, he didn't go back.

After all, my appearance hasn't changed for many years. I'm afraid that I'll scare him if I appear again. "

Xufeng's tone was relaxed, but Run Yu heard a trace of loneliness in it.

Xufeng was the most affectionate. When his master left, he must have been very sad.

He changed the topic. "Then what happened after you left the restaurant?"

"After that, I traveled around the mortal world. Master's matter taught me a lesson. I don't easily associate with mortals. Every two years, I will change places and jobs. Now that I think about it, there seems to be no place in the mortal world that I haven't been to and jobs that I haven't done.

Later, my spiritual power gradually recovered. I guessed that you should have cultivated your real body, so I began to look for you everywhere. In addition, I looked for the Forbidden Technique and the Soul-forming Lamp a few years ago. I'm afraid that no one in the six realms is more familiar than me. "

Speaking of this, Xufeng raised his eyes and looked at Run Yu. "When you're better, I'll take you around to see how many beautiful sceneries there are in this world. Is that okay?"

Run Yu smiled. "Okay."

After that, Xufeng told him some interesting stories about his travels. Xufeng was full of interest, and Run Yu also listened with great interest.

Runyu carefully controlled the fire and stuffed a handful of firewood into the pot from time to time. She was relaxed and content. Xu Feng was waving the spatula. The fire was in full swing. Although it was late autumn, her forehead was dripping with sweat.

After a while, Run Yu couldn't help but stand up and wipe his sweat with his sleeves.

Xufeng grinned. "Feeling sorry for you?"

Run Yu looked down and didn't say anything.

"Since you think I've worked hard, shouldn't you reward me a little?" Xufeng smiled slyly.

Run Yu looked at him for a while and gently kissed him on the cheek. Then, he lowered his head and went back to the stove.

Xufeng's stomach was bursting with joy, but he couldn't show it on his face. Run Yu was thin-skinned, so he had to give him some face.

This lunch, perhaps because he had contributed to it, Run Yu ate a lot more than usual. The two talked and laughed, and soon the plates were empty.

After eating, Xufeng sent Run Yu to take a nap, and he went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

When he came back, Run Yu was already asleep.

He had been sleepy for a while, and although he was depressed, it was also true that he hadn't recovered his spiritual power. He had been busy all morning, so he was probably tired by now.

Xufeng felt sorry for him, so he went to bed and lay down behind him. He stretched his long arm around his waist and pulled him into his embrace. Pulling the quilt tightly, he also fell asleep with him.

Run Yu didn't sleep very well, and it wasn't long before his mouth began to unconsciously mumble something. Xufeng was a light sleeper, so he immediately woke up and listened closely. He only heard a few calls, sometimes it was his mother, sometimes it was Carp.

Xufeng's eyes dimmed. The death of his mother and Carp was a threshold that Run Yu couldn't get over. This was a fact that he couldn't change no matter how hard he tried.

"Xufeng …" Run Yu suddenly murmured.

Xufeng stared blankly for a moment, then his eyes lit up again.

Yes, at least he was still here.

The scar had already formed, and he was powerless to change it, but he could help Run Yu share the pain. In every difficult moment, he could accompany him and pass it together.

Xufeng turned Run Yu over to face him. Run Yu frowned and murmured, but he still didn't wake up.

Xufeng's hand circled around his back and stroked his spine from top to bottom. After a while, Run Yu's eyebrows gradually relaxed, and he no longer murmured. He quietly supported Xufeng's chin and didn't move anymore.

This sleep only lasted a few hours. When he woke up, it was the time when the sun was at its brightest in the afternoon.

Xufeng put on Run Yu's boots while saying, "The sun is so warm. Come with me to the lake to fish."

Run Yu had just woken up, and his mood was somewhat low. He was about to shake his head when he heard him say, "I want to drink fish soup, but I don't want to be separated from you."

Run Yu saw that the word "spoiled" was almost written on his face. He hesitated for a long time, and then nodded.

Xufeng took the small basket he used to buy groceries, and led Run Yu out the door.

"Why are you taking the basket again?"

Xu Feng had a mysterious look on her face. "Fish soup always needs ingredients."

Xufeng didn't take Run Yu to the main road, but took a small path.

Run Yu saw him picking bamboo shoots, wood ears, and mushrooms along the way. He couldn't help but sigh that the small basket was just right.

The last time he went to the lake was a rainy night, and Run Yu didn't pay attention to the scenery on the shore. Today, he saw that it was similar to the Dongting Lake.

While Run Yu was in a daze, Xufeng had already put the bait, set up the fishing rod, and waved him over.

Run Yu came closer and found that Xufeng not only brought a small basket, but also a cushion and a cloak.

Xufeng put on the cloak for him and said, "If you are tired, lean on me and sleep for a while. I will carry you back."

"Okay."

After saying that, the two of them sat down. Xu Feng sat on the rocky beach while Run Yu sat on the soft cushion.

They talked for a while, and Run Yu was a little sleepy because of the sun. His head involuntarily leaned on Xufeng's shoulder.

Xufeng stretched out his long arm and took him in his arms.

Run Yu woke up. Every time he opened his eyes, he saw Xufeng's angular jaw. Then Xufeng would lower his head, stroke his cheek, and peck between his eyebrows. Run Yu slowly fell asleep again.

When he woke up again, he was in the Kimonzai, and the strong smell of fish soup faintly came.

At night, Xufeng didn't prepare anything else. He just cooked a big pot of fish with the ingredients he picked and put it in the center of the table.

Run Yu slept all afternoon, and his mouth was dry. It was just right to drink some fish soup. Moreover, the bamboo shoots in the soup were very tender, which suited Run Yu's taste. He didn't pay attention and scooped three bowls of soup.

When Run Yu put down his chopsticks, Xufeng asked, "Tomorrow we will eat early for lunch and sleep a little more in the afternoon before going fishing, okay?"

Run Yu's lips curled up slightly. "Okay."

The days passed like this. Run Yu felt as if he had returned to the beginning, but there were some differences.

Xufeng no longer minded his indifference and alienation, and no longer paid attention to his hidden rejection. He was sometimes tough and sometimes soft, filling his life to the brim. Unless Run Yu personally said that he didn't want to, Xufeng arranged their lives according to his own pace.

However, Run Yu never said those two words.

Just like when Xufeng asked him "Do you hate it?", he always shook his head.

Xufeng seemed to have matured overnight, and skillfully grasped the scale of their relationship.

Gradually, Run Yu got used to being held by Xufeng's hand and strolling in the noisy town or quiet mountains.

He got used to seeing Xufeng's sweaty face behind the stove.

He got used to sitting under the peach tree and listening to Xufeng talk about those wonderful things in the mortal world.

He got used to leaning on Xufeng and quietly looking at the lake together, waiting for the sudden ripples.

He got used to a bowl of sweet soup for breakfast and a cup of hot tea after lunch.

He got used to the fierce and gentle kisses that fell on his face from time to time.

He got used to Xufeng's arm on his waist when he was asleep, and the breath in his hair.

He still remembered the lonely days in the Heaven Realm from time to time, but the number of times like this was getting less and less, and the time was getting shorter and shorter.

Only the daily worship in front of the shrine did Lun Yu never lessened.

Every time, Xufeng would come to accompany him, silently and without a word. He would only hold his hand tightly and kneel side by side in front of the shrine.

At first, Run Yu struggled a few times, but he couldn't break free. Later, he just let him be.