Xie Heng swore to the heavens that when he picked up the bowl of soup and walked over, he never thought that things would unfold in this way.

He squatted on the ground in a daze and watched the bright-eyed youth beside him pick up the stone bowl and drink the warm soup in small mouthfuls. His peach blossom eyes squinted slightly in satisfaction and his cheeks were flushed.

The water stains on his thin lips dyed them an even more gorgeous color.

Steam rose from the surface of the soup and Xie Ziyou's side profile was shrouded in a faint white mist. The moisture stained the black hair on his forehead. From Xie Heng's angle, he could see two dense and long eyelashes fluttering like small brushes, like delicate butterflies gently flapping their wings.

The fragrance of the soup drifted over with the wind.

It was clearly scooped from the same soup pot, but the soup in front of him was a hundred times more delicious than the ones he had tasted before. The aroma was as mellow as fine wine.

The youth's side profile was even more alluring up close. The mist lingered around his fair skin and his long hair was tucked behind his ears, revealing his delicate red earlobes. He couldn't help but think …

Xie Heng subconsciously swallowed his saliva and his Adam's apple bobbed a few times. His throat was dry.

No, stop!

It's too sinful!

It's just a bowl of soup. How could he have such a despicable association!

But there was another voice in Xie Heng's heart that earnestly guided him: In any case, he likes you too, doesn't he?

Is he going to give himself away to anyone who gives him a bowl of soup?

No, absolutely not. Xie Ziyou would say this only because you were the one who gave him the soup.

This was not just going along with the flow, this was simply an explicit confession of love!

The two thoughts surged back and forth in his heart and gradually the east wind overwhelmed the west wind. Xie Hengyi stared unblinkingly at Xie Ziyou's jade-like profile and thought dizzily, maybe I can …

The youth hesitantly raised his hand and slowly stretched it forward, tentatively touching Xie Ziyou's forehead.

Xie Ziyou did not know about Xie Heng's messy thoughts. He gulped down the soup, and there was only one thought in his mind: It's so damn delicious.

The Demon Crab lived at the bottom of the Spirit Lake all year round, feeding on the Spirit Fish and Spirit Plants in the water. Every day, it was washed by the Xuan Qi-infused water in the Secret Realm. Not only did it develop a hard shell, its tender flesh was also very elastic. Its white flesh was like jade, and the crab roe was like gold. A mouthful of Xuan Li would fill the mouth with a delicious aroma. Once it entered the stomach, it would turn into a surging flow of heat that circulated around the body.

Ten taels of silver for a bowl of soup, this was truly a very cheap price. Such a spiritual item that was extremely beneficial to cultivators, even if it was sold for one crystal stone per bowl, there might still be people who would be willing to buy it.

After drinking the hot soup, Xie Ziyou felt refreshed. His limbs were full of energy, and his cultivation had also improved.

After several months, he once again tasted his lover's unique and skillful cooking. The familiar feeling that he thought he would never see again was even more intoxicating than the delicious soup.

After drinking the hot soup, his whole body felt warm. He saw the youth reach out his hand. His slender and well-defined hand seemed to be able to pierce through time and space. The background was like a deep blue sky, the blazing sun, and the lush greenery. In a trance, they returned to the days when they were free and unfettered in the Luo Mountains.

Xie Ziyou casually stuffed the empty soup bowl into Xie Heng's hands. He licked the corner of his mouth and subconsciously said, "Guan Heng, give me another bowl."

As soon as he said that, Xie Ziyou suddenly felt a trace of strangeness.

What did he just say?

Guan Heng?

… Fuck!

What familiar cooking? What immersive experience? In an instant, Xie Ziyou forgot all about it. His heart raced.

Xie Ziyou hurriedly raised his head. In front of him, the youth's hand that was holding the stone bowl suddenly froze.

The smile on Xie Heng's handsome face faded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The corners of Xie Heng's mouth tightened, and a trace of fierceness appeared between his brows. His eyes shot out a light of disbelief as his fingers tightly gripped the edge of the stone bowl, and he said in surprise and bewilderment, "Who … is Guan Heng?"

…

Xu Waner didn't have Xie Heng's innate ability to quietly walk through the forest. Fortunately, Zhao Ruhao wasn't a sensitive person either. The youth frowned and squatted on the ground to fiddle with a few dirty fish in the ashes. He didn't turn his head until he heard clear footsteps behind him.

"Where did you go?" he said in distress. "Come and see. This fish isn't cooked … Hey, why are you here?"

Zhao Ruhao stared blankly at the girl's delicate cheeks. He lowered his head and saw that his fingertips were covered in dust. He was holding a withered branch in his hand. His head was burnt to a crooked charred color. There were faint sparks floating in the wind, but they were all extinguished in an instant.

The hem of his shirt was torn. His silver sleeves were stained with black ashes. There was a hole in his leather boots. His round toes poked out of the gap. The gaps between his fingers were full of mud.

A half-cooked fish lay beside him, staring at him with its eyes wide open, as if it was laughing at his stupidity and ignorance.

Zhao Ruhao was stunned for a few seconds. Xu Waner's face was slightly red. He raised the stone bowl in his hand and whispered, "Hey, there's a bowl of soup. I can't drink anymore. Do you want to eat it?"

The girl's voice was clear and melodious. When it fell into Zhao Ruhao's ears, it was no less than a thunderbolt.

As if his hand was burned by the flame, Zhao Ruhao threw away the withered branch in his hand and jumped up from the ground in a panic.

He anxiously patted the dust on his body and awkwardly turned his body sideways, trying to cover the holes in his body and the toes exposed under his boots. He fiercely raised his head and growled, "Who wants your charity?"

Xu Waner: "???"

The girl opened her eyes wide in shock. How could it be charity?

The soup made from such a rare spiritual item was extremely delicious. However, because she was worried about it, she drank it without taste. In order to get rid of Cheng Shengbai, she had to use the "Great Art of Pee Escape". She covered her face and escaped under the subtle gazes of the group of young men.

She really threw away all the modesty of a girl.

Zhao Ruhao's evasive attitude was chilling. Xu Waner's face darkened. He stuffed the bowl in Zhao Ruhao's hand. "Just take it. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

Zhao Ruhao thought, I'm not going to take it.

An inexplicable anger stirred in the young man's chest, which stimulated him to push the bowl back in disgust. He shouted, "You're giving the leftover soup to others. Xu Wan 'er, you're really something. Who are you fooling?"

"Who said it was leftover soup?"

"You said it yourself!

Didn't you say you would only give it to me when you couldn't drink anymore? "

"… That's just an excuse!"

Xu Waner was so angry that he frowned. The tip of his small nose was dyed red. He lowered his eyes and said unwillingly, "Do I have to kowtow to you before you're willing to drink it?"

"… I won't drink it. Anyway, I won't drink it."

Zhao Ruhao's eyes drifted. He suddenly turned around and squatted down beside the ashes again.

The young man picked up the withered branch from the ground and poked at the spiritual fish lying in the ashes.

He clenched his teeth and used the small wooden stick as a long sword. He angrily poked and stabbed several bloody holes in the soft fish's body.

The fish's skin was already burned, but the internal organs were not cooked. Scarlet blood slowly flowed out of the holes and seeped into the brown soil. A strong smell of mud quietly floated and pierced the two people's noses like needles.

Xu Waner stood still for a long time. She stared at the young man with her beautiful eyes. Several times, she wanted to smash the bowl of soup on the young man's head, but she resisted.

She took a deep breath and her chest violently moved up and down. She squeezed out a sentence with the remaining patience and gentleness on the string.

"If you don't eat this, what do you want to eat?"

The girl tried to maintain a gentle tone and said calmly, "Don't be angry. Let's exchange, okay?

This soup is for you, and the fish is for me. "

These words stimulated Zhao Ruhao even more. He caught the spiritual fish with his own hands, picked up the firewood, and buried it in the ashes with his own hands. He was full of expectations and wanted to roast a delicious fish for his sweetheart, but the result was far from what he had imagined.

This kind of trash can't be given away!

Seeing Xu Waner bending down to pick up the fish, Zhao Ruhao's pupils suddenly shrank. He subconsciously rushed forward and knocked the girl away. He was one step ahead and grabbed the fish in his hand.

A sticky and slippery feeling came from the palm of his hand, as if he was holding a handful of mud.

"Bang!"

At the same time, the clear sound of the stone bowl shattering rang in the young man's ears. The rich aroma overflowed and the soup splashed.

A drop of water fell on Zhao Ruhao's lips. He subconsciously licked it. It was salty.

It was indeed very fresh.

In the next second, panic surged like waves, toppling mountains and overturning seas. Only then did the youth realize that in order to snatch the fish, he had accidentally knocked over Xu Wan 'er … and the stone bowl in her hand.

Zhao Ruhao looked up anxiously.

— He met a pair of bright red eyes.

The corners of the eyes were dark red, and water vapor was rising to her eyes at a speed visible to the naked eye. Her long eyelashes trembled violently, and water vapor hung from her eyes.

"Zhao. Ru. Hao."

Xu Waner bit her lower lip. Her eyes were Ying Ying. Every word was forced out from between her teeth.

"If I care about your life or death again, I'm a pig!"

…

The first close contact between the two parties ended in failure because of a small mistake.

Xie Ziyou's peach blossom eyes drooped. When he returned to the lakeside in distress, he happened to see Zhao Ruhao holding a withered branch and looking up blankly. The girl beside him stomped her feet angrily, turned around, and ran away quickly. The moment she turned sideways, tears splashed down.

The young man sat there in a daze. His expression was gloomy. He reached out to pull Xu Waner's fluttering sleeve.

But his thin hand hesitated for a moment in midair. In the end, he couldn't pull it. He stayed there for a long time until the girl's figure disappeared behind the old tree. Then, he slowly lowered his hand in disappointment.

This pair didn't seem to be going well.

Xie Ziyou pulled himself together. He walked forward and patted Zhao Ruhao's shoulder. "You didn't get off to a good start?

It's okay. Keep up the good work. Actually, I … "

He wanted to comfort the young man, but he didn't expect Zhao Ruhao's shoulder to shake violently. He quickly raised his hand and brushed away Xie Ziyou's hand. He turned around unhappily and muttered, "Who said I didn't get off to a good start?"

Xie Ziyou: "…"

Hey, the girl was crying so hard. How could this person still have the cheek to lie?

Seeing the doubt in Xie Ziyou's eyes, Zhao Ruhao raised his chin and snorted.

"You're ignorant, aren't you?"

The young man said arrogantly. "I'm poor and humble. I'm mighty and mighty. I'm determined not to eat handouts. She was moved to tears."

Xie Ziyou: "…"

He secretly rolled his eyes. He thought to himself, I'd be a fool to believe you.

"What did you want to say just now?" Zhao Ruhao asked again. "What's wrong with you?"

Actually, it was Zhao Ruhao's depressed expression that made Xie Ziyou feel sad. He had a rare impulse to comfort Zhao Ruhao. He wanted to say that his plan wasn't too ideal so that Zhao Ruhao would feel better.

But reality proved that this person's ability to withstand pressure was far beyond Xie Ziyou's expectations. His skin was as thick as a mantis shrimp with the surname Guan. Not only did he not need to be comforted, but he also made others dislike him the moment he opened his mouth.

Xie Ziyou immediately changed his mind.

He turned his face away and raised his eyebrows. Using the same arrogant tone, he said lightly, "Ah, it's nothing."

"It's just that we've reached an agreement. He admitted that he liked me a long time ago. He liked me for a hundred years and will continue to like me in the future … until the end of time."