My identity as an ancient celestial master was exposed by yearning

After washing the pork, Huang Lei asked:

"Grandpa, what do you think the pork should be?"

"Pork..." Xiao Chen narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, then asked, "Can you cook Dongpo pork?"

"Yes! But having said that, you are quite good at eating, old man! Dongpo meat is a good thing!"

"That's right. Back in the day, pork wasn't served on the dinner table, and it was called a low-grade meat by the common people. It was because of this dish that the price of pork doubled!"

"Yes! I also read this story in the book!"

Peng Yuchang, who was adding firewood in front of the stove, took the conversation.

"Speaking of which, that kid Su Dongpo is indeed a genius..."

Xiao Chen looked at the sky at a 45-degree angle, as if caught in a memory.

Su Dongpo...

that kid? !

The old man's tone is as if he has seen this great writer before!

Huang Lei thought so in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it.

Peng Yuchang was still young, so he spoke directly.

"Grandpa, you haven't seen Su Dongpo again, have you?"

"Not only have I seen it, I have also been a guest in his mansion. We had a good time drinking and talking, and when we were happy, we even recited poems and sang songs together... Speaking of it, it seems that a long time has passed, and it seems that it is so close... …”

Xiao Chen said that the eyelids were a little red.

He and Su Dongpo are indeed friends who have forgotten their age.

Although he was much older than Su Dongpo, the two had many similarities.

Su Dongpo once called him his elder brother, and every time he met, he would make a pot of Dongpo pork for him.

More importantly, Xiao Chen appreciated his talent.

Especially that Jiang Chengzi.

Ten years of life and death are boundless, unthinkable and unforgettable.

Thousands of miles of graves, nowhere to be bleak.

......

How poignant and beautiful this poem is, with deep emotion.

Only Xiao Chen knew how sad Su Dongpo was when he wrote these few sentences.

"Ugh."

Xiao Chen sighed helplessly as the past came to his mind.

Then he subconsciously glanced towards the kitchen.

He found that Huang Lei and Peng Yuchang looked at him motionless as if they had petrified.

"What are you doing?"

Xiao Chen asked with a frown.

"No... nothing."

The corner of Huang Lei's mouth twitched a few times, and he quickly lowered his head and continued cooking.

There was only one thought in his mind at the moment.

This old man is somewhat demented!

Although he is highly skilled in martial arts, his head must be a little confused!

Su Dongpo is out!

That's from the Song Dynasty!

Almost 1000 years from now!

Even if the old man can live, can he live for thousands of years? !

Isn't that perfect?

Not only Huang Lei, but most of the netizens in the live broadcast room also think so.

"Well, the old man is indeed too old, and it's normal to talk nonsense."

"Maybe I dreamed about it when I was dreaming, that's the only way I can explain it!"

"But I don't think the old man's emotion is fake!"

"It's not fake, is it true? Can someone live for thousands of years? How funny!"

"First he knew Lu Xun and Huo Yuanjia, and now he says he knows Su Dongpo. This old man really doesn't write drafts for bragging!"

"Hacked! Huo Yuanjia's descendants have come forward to prove it, saying that Huo Yuanjia did have an acquaintance with the old man once!"

"Fuck! Really fake?!"

"It's too scary! The old man said that he knew Su Dongpo. Could it be true?"

"This is ridiculous!"

"Yes, the old man may be joking!"

.......

Everyone is trying to convince themselves.

Only Peng Yuchang believed in Xiao Chen's words.

This kid usually likes to read fantasy novels the most, and is most interested in such anecdotes.

"Grandpa, what kind of person is Su Dongpo?"

"He...has a great talent, but his personality is a bit arrogant, and he doesn't want to deal with people in the officialdom."