Xuanyuan Mu said quickly: "He is the heir of the criminal, Xuanyuan Yanli."
It was so late and so fast that Yu Buhuan didn't have time to react. He saw the real servant of the servant pounced on the food and held the dumplings in his arms. His ferocious expression instantly turned into the tenderness of all kinds of doting, and even his voice changed.
He said: "Oh, this is my disciple?"
This move made Yu Buhuan despise him. He thought that the master would punish Xuanyuan Mu seriously, and even if he didn't punish him seriously, he would at least be crippled. Little did he know that when he saw the child, the old guy would feel like he saw his ancestor.
Thick eyelashes fluttered twice, and Dumpling immediately replied with a sweet voice: "Yes, yes, I am your disciple, grandpa."
Xuanyuan Mu curled his lips without leaving any trace.
If he came back alone, he would definitely be punished, but it would be different if he came back with dumplings. Although the master was eccentric and aloof, he had no ability to resist children at all. Which master wouldn't want to hold him in his arms for the rest of his life?
Where is the disciple's grandson?
It was precisely because of this that Xuanyuan Mu dared to return to Penglai Mountain with confidence.
"Baby, tell grandpa, how old are you?" The servant wanted to grin behind his ears.
Dumpling was not afraid of strangers either. He hooked his arms around the old man's neck and said sweetly, "I'm already five years old, and I'll be six in a few months."
After saying that, he stretched out six fingers and waved them in front of the servant's eyes.
This made Master Taipu so happy. Oh my god, he didn’t care that his disciple was already six years old. He thought he would be alone all his life. But now it seems that God is not kind to him.
"Have you ever eaten? Grandpa happens to have something to eat here."
"Okay, okay." Dumpling clapped his hands happily, and then said softly: "Grandpa, my father has been kneeling on the ground for a long time."
The servant, who was immersed in the joy of having a disciple and could not help himself, then realized that the bastard Xuanyuan Mu was still kneeling there.
"Hmph, your father, that evil beast, stole grandpa's things. Grandpa was very angry." Like a stubborn child, the servant turned his face away from Xuanyuan Mu.
Xuanyuan Mu looked obedient as if he had confessed and be punished. Yu Buhuan was a little dissatisfied with being left out: "Master..."
She has been left alone for a long time.
It's okay if you don't shout, but as soon as you shout, the servant's hair immediately explodes.
"What are you doing here? Aren't you in Chu State?" A series of roars like firecrackers were directed towards Yu Buhuan.
Yu Buhuan's shoulders shrank and his delicate brows furrowed: "I...I have completed my mission. If I don't come back, where will I go?"
"Oh, so that's it." The servant's tone relaxed, but he still looked cool: "Have you eaten it?"
Look, this is the difference. When he asked about dumplings, the old man looked completely shy, but when he asked her, he looked like giving alms.
Yu Buhuan curled his lips and said in a low voice: "No."
"I'm not a teacher either. Why don't you hurry up and cook."
"..." She just came back, and she was asked to cook before her butt was even hot? Is this the case? I didn't ask whether she was lucky or not along the way, or how her life was in Chu State.
"I'm so tired, Master." Yu Buhuan said with a sad face and his shoulders drooped.
Seeing this, Xuanyuan Mu said without any emotion: "Master, let me do it as my disciple."
Yu Buhuan was once again shocked.
Forget about pretending to be quail, now you still pretend to be virtuous?
