Chapter 220: Chapter 220: Is Bai Chuwei An Ancestor Who Lived for a Hundred or Two Hundred Years?
Next Sunday is that person’s death anniversary.
For the past five thousand years, whether in times of peace or chaos, she had always prepared well for his death anniversary.
Almost everyone present could feel Bai Chuwei’s low spirits. Yang Shuhui was still considering how to comfort her niece when Bai Chuwei lightly curled her lips, returning to her usual laziness.
She rose to her feet and handed the cloth bag that had been hanging on her arm to Yang Shuhui, “This is the vegetables I picked from the countryside today, for you to try.”
The vegetables emitted a faint fresh scent, they seemed different from ordinary vegetables. Yang Shuhui received the bag and before she could take a good look at which vegetables were inside, a black shadow charged over fiercely like an arrow released from its bow—
Bai Ze was shocked and instinctively wanted to send the intruder flying, but his hand stiffened halfway.
Bai Guofu charged over, squeezed past Bai Ze, and snatched the cloth bag from Yang Shuhui’s hand, whining pitifully, “Oh, my ancestor, look at Xiaofu. Xiaofu likes eating vegetables, and these people are all meat lovers who don’t care for vegetables.”
Bai Chuwei had picked vegetables on her descent from the mountain once, but she ended up giving them to some car owner by mistake, which Bai Guofu remembered for a long time.
His favorite thing to eat in this lifetime was still the boiled baby bok choy he had eaten at Bai Chuwei’s house sixty years ago.
The Bai Family eldest house: “???”
Likes eating vegetables?
Bai Guofu didn’t discriminate between meat and vegetables, his favorite was roast leg of lamb, okay? Is that what you call liking vegetables? What kind of international joke is this?
Bai Guofu stated it so confidently, hugging the cloth bag like an old child, glaring at Bai Ze with raised hands, “What? You want to hit your grandfather too? Are you going to give it to me?”
Bai Ze felt aggrieved, “…Yes.” Dared he not? Read complete version only at novel⚑fire.net
Bai Chuwei stood up, patted Bai Guofu’s head, and said with a laugh, “Xiaofu, you give this bag of vegetables to your uncle, I’ve prepared yours already. I’m going back to my room.”
Bai Guofu’s eyes brightened, as delighted as a kindergarten kid who had just received a gold star from the teacher, barely keeping himself from rolling around the sofa in excitement. He had food now!
The Bai Family exchanged glances, startled in their hearts.
Could it be that Bai Chuwei was their Bai Family’s ancestor who had lived for a hundred or two hundred years? Considering Bai Chuwei’s methods, it was possible she was an immortal who had not aged for a hundred years.
Because Bai Ze was apprenticed to the Qingxuan Sect for martial arts and immortality cultivation, the Bai Family eldest house, despite being shocked, was more accepting of Bai Chuwei’s “Bai Family Ancestor” identity.
Yang Shuhui, holding the cloth bag of vegetables, thought of Bai Chuwei’s clear and breathtakingly beautiful face and sighed, “I really wanted Weiwei to be my daughter.”
Bai Hongmin felt a stir of emotion and promptly stopped Yang Shuhui by the waist, saying, “Wife, actually, we could still have another…”
“Shameless old man!” Yang Shuhui scolded.
Bai Ze and Bai Shang walking ahead dared not turn back to look, coughing awkwardly a few times.
Ever since his father had taken the Heavenly Spiritual Pill, his energy had been quite robust…
Bai Chuwei sat at the windowsill, watching the Bai Family eldest house leave, before she began to sort through the things she had brought back from Yunwu Mountain.
First, she needed the vegetables and meat for the death anniversary next Sunday.
There was also a small porcelain bottle.
As soon as Bai Chuwei opened the lid, Xue Qiu covered his nose and wailed mournfully, ‘Ancestor is killing rats, Xue Bao is being suffocated.’
Bai Chuwei frowned, “Xue Bao? You should be called Fat Bao.”
Xue Qiu’s head spun from the fumes as he found a petal to stuff into each nostril, looking at Bai Chuwei with a woeful expression, ‘Ancestor, why does this smell so fragrant? It’s so overwhelming.’
Bai Chuwei’s eyes shone, “The perfume left by the fox, add a bit into the Spicy Soup to neutralize the stink.”
She just didn’t know whether Duan Xiuqi would wedding gift or not.