695 Fifteenth meal

Of course, Ye Qingshan, who directly obtains the power of the formation through the system, is an exception. However, even so, Ye Qingshan's mood is very firm. In fact, if it weren't for the small dark room where Ye Qingshan had been locked up for three hundred years, coupled with the stimulation of Ajiu, and the subsequent explosion of his body, the above hidden dangers were touched by the stimulation of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Ye Qingshan would never have felt this way.

The old man didn't know the real situation of Ye Qingshan. In the eyes of the old man, Ye Qingshan was a young boy. On a festival like August 15, where the whole family should be reunited, Ye Qingshan was alone and he would inevitably feel a little sad.

The old man's way of comforting people was also very strange. He rolled his eyes and looked proud: "So what? My son is a Golden Immortal under fifty years old, and he is also the lord of a city."

A helpless and bitter smile appeared on Ye Qingshan's face. Facing such an old man, what could Ye Qingshan say, he could only wave his hand helplessly: "Okay, okay, your son is abusive, right?"

"That's right, I don't look at who it is." The old man looked proud and his eyes were flying. He could not tell that there was a cautious and timid look in his eyes just now. However, looking at Ye Qingshan, who was still helpless, a trace of thought flashed in his eyes: "After that's it, what are you planning tonight, little kid?"

Facing the old man's inquiry, Ye Qingshan was stunned, then shook his head, looked at the river that seemed boundless, and sighed, and a hint of melancholy flashed in his eyes: "I don't know, maybe it's good to watch the moon here all night?"

As if he had thought of something, a flash of intention flashed in the old man's eyes: "Why come to my house? I'm the only one at home anyway."

Ye Qingshan shook his head and refused without thinking: "Forget it, it's good for me to see the moon alone."

The old man was stunned, as if he had made up his mind, glared at Ye Qingshan fiercely, and pretended to be fierce: "Don't you give me face to you?"

Ye Qingshan rolled his eyes: "Haha."

The old man ignored Ye Qingshan's rolling eyes and emphasized: "My son is the city lord."

But unfortunately, Ye Qingshan rolled his eyes again: "Haha."

This time, the old man no longer emphasized that his son was the city lord, but instead waved the fishing rod in his hand, "Hehe, sister! I'll kill you little bastard!"

...Divideline...

On the night of August 15th, Ye Qingshan thought he would stand alone by the river and watch the moon all night.

Maybe when I was in high spirits, I would drink a few sips of strong wine, sing a song, and finally walk on the waves. It seems quite beautiful to think about it? It’s just that I’m a little second-tier and I’m extremely ashamed!

This is Ye Qingshan’s original plan. Ye Qingshan knew that there was something wrong with his mentality, otherwise Ye Qingshan would not have taken the initiative to leave the noisy city, but Ye Qingshan knew more that this was just a trivial problem, just adjust his mentality a little.

This is also the reason why Ye Qingshan rejected the old man twice in a row.

But the old man didn't think so. Because of his experience, the old man knew very well the feeling of his family being away during the festival. The old man didn't know Ye Qingshan's real age, and he didn't know Ye Qingshan's real problem. The old man just thought Ye Qingshan was too young and it was difficult to accept such things for a while.

The old man didn't know how to help Ye Qingshan untie his heart. After all, the old man was just an ordinary person. Not to mention cultivating immortals, even practicing was impossible. In this world of high martial arts where strength was respected, the old man who could not practice was the kind of waste in everyone's eyes!

But the old man has great wisdom. He knows what the cause of Ye Qingshan’s heart knot is. He cannot help Ye Qingshan untie his heart knot, but he can help Ye Qingshan reduce his heart knot.

The old man knew that it was impossible for him to replace Ye Qingshan's family on such a festival. But the old man understood that even if he had only one stranger to accompany him in this situation, it would be better than not to accompany him.

So Ye Qingshan was forcibly dragged to the old man's house.

The Mid-Autumn Festival dinner is not very rich. After all, after so many years, the old man did not expect that someone would come to his home tonight.

However, there are quite a lot of things at home. You can tell the valuable mooncakes by looking at the packaging. However, the old man did not open it and had no intention of eating it. In the old man's words, it is better to make mooncakes yourself, so that they can taste home. This kind of mooncake without the taste of home is better than not to eat it.

A few small plates of pickles were taken out of the jar, and a jar of osmanthus wine was dug under the old tree in the yard, and a peanut was fried. The remaining base oil from the fried peanuts was poured on the steamed grass carp that had just been out of the pot. With a "sting", the aroma of the steamed fish was instantly aroused.

On the stone table in the front yard, these are the full set of suppers for this Mid-Autumn Festival.

Ye Qingshan was helpless. According to his original idea, the two of them could just go to the teahouse or restaurant for a meal. It didn't cost much, it was not troublesome, and the food was good.

But the old man disagreed. He repeatedly emphasized that eating outside would not taste like home.

As for whether it’s troublesome? Looking at the old man’s excited look, Ye Qingshan really didn’t intend to smite the other party’s enthusiasm.

To give a few simple examples, Ye Qingshan said he wanted to kill fish, but the old man said no, because the killing fish was fishy, ​​so the "active" Ye Qingshan went to the kimchi jar to catch a few plates of pickles. Ye Qingshan wanted to dig wine, but the old man said he was afraid that Ye Qingshan would be tired, so he asked Ye Qingshan to run aside to peel garlic, and took a hoe and digged the soil.

Tired?

With Ye Qingshan's physical fitness, even if he beats the entire Tianxuan City, he will not be tired.

But there is no way. If you focus a little, you will not let Ye Qingshan move if you work a little dirty.

In short, Ye Qingshan, except for pickling a few small plates of pickles, washing two pairs of chopsticks, and peeling two garlic, the rest were all done by the old man himself.

But looking at the old man's face covered with frost and a happy and satisfied smile, Ye Qingshan felt inexplicably confused.

Especially when eating, the old man said over and over again that his best skills were this steamed grass carp.

When I was poor, I was really poor. My wife left early, leaving only the old man to pull Yang Wenping. Yang Wenping was strong and had eaten a lot since she was a child. The old man was just an ordinary person. It was okay to maintain food and clothing, but it was too difficult to make money.

So the old man can only fish because fishing doesn’t cost money and can eat meat every now and then.

Because I caught a lot, the old man gradually developed the skill of making fish, especially this steamed grass carp. Every time during the festival, the old man would make it for Yang Wenping to eat.

It’s not because steamed grass carp is very delicious, but because there are fewer bones in the grass carp, it’s more expensive to buy. On weekdays, everyone eats carp or silver carp. Grass carp and other expensive fish have to be sold for money.

Unfortunately, as Yang Wenping became stronger and stronger, he went home less and less often, especially in the years since he became the city lord, even on holidays like the Spring Festival, the father and son did not celebrate the festival together.

In the past, people couldn’t afford to eat when they were at home, but now they can afford it, but they are no longer at home.

The old man was helpless and felt a little uncomfortable at first, but after so many years, the old man gradually accepted this situation where the child was not at home after the holidays.

In the old man's words, the child is busy. He is a father who is incompetent and cannot help the child, but at least he cannot drag him down.

This made Ye Qingshan feel so nervous that he thought of the Bear's father and mother. They are not beasts with unintelligent intelligence. They also have feelings for themselves. But like the old man in front of him, the Bear's father and mother rarely come to him, perhaps because of that sentence that he is afraid of dragging down the child.

But on the other hand, every family has a difficult sutra to recite. Not to mention Ye Qingshan's situation, let's talk about Yang Wenping. As the lord of a city, Yang Wenping needs to consider too many things. There are evil wolves looking around outside, and poisonous snakes waiting for an opportunity to move inside. In addition, there is also the smiling tiger, the head of Zhenwu Temple, Huang Jian, staring at the side.

What can he do? After reaching his current status, many things are involuntarily.

Who should I blame? What a chaotic world? Stop making trouble, the world will not take the blame. I can only say that in the face of fate, who can truly be free and easy?
Chapter completed!