Douluo: The Lower Realm of the Children of the King of God and the Lord God

After Mr. Yun took his seat, he never let go of Mu Qian's hand. The servant on the side had no choice but to move a soft stool over for Mu Qian to sit down.

Over the years, Yunhan has been able to balance his emotions very well, and the old man rarely mentions the granddaughter who makes him feel distressed.

After exhausting all their efforts to search for 15 years, they still couldn't find it. In other words, the Yun family had actually been mentally prepared for it.

A five-year-old child, alone outside, has little chance of survival.

Moreover, for a family like the Yun family with spiritual bloodline, their spiritual veins had not yet awakened when they were five years old.

In the deep mountains and old forests, Yun Zhiwei has a high chance of being captured by evil spirits.

Mr. Yun has never mentioned Yun Zhiwei in front of anyone in these years. Sometimes Yun Zaichun wonders if his grandfather has really forgotten her.

But until he saw Mr. Yun sitting in Yun Zhiwei's former room, his back was forlorn.

That day happened to be the day that Yun Zhiwei got lost.

Yun Zai Chuncai understood that some feelings do not have to be expressed with eloquence and are profound enough. Those hidden deep in the heart are often the most painful.

"Now that your name has been changed, can you please let me call you Zhiwei?" Mr. Yun asked.

When the name was mentioned, Mu Qian thought about it carefully. She had chosen the name according to others' names in the first two rebirths.

It's rare for Mu Qian to hear it, even if it has the same pronunciation but different words, she still sounds extraordinarily kind.

"Let's call her Mu Qian." She replied.

Mr. Yun didn't care about this and thought about it seriously, "We can call you whatever it sounds like to you. Moreover, you were also raised by the Mu family. It is understandable to bear the Mu family's surname, but the name on the family tree and household registration is still the same. It won’t change.”

Just think of the person as having a nickname, Qianqian.

"What kind of family did you adopt? Did they treat you well?" Mr. Yun asked next.

Mr. Yun's words caused slight fluctuations in the eyes of several people. They did not disclose the information to the old man about the purpose of the Mu family's adoption of Mu Qian.

The old man had been feeling guilty all these years. If he knew that Mu Qian had been having his blood drawn for so many years, he would not be able to eat well or live well, and he almost had his kidneys taken out.

Not knowing how distressed he felt, Yun Zaichun looked at Mu Qian, only to find that the girl in front of him had no intention of complaining to the old man.

There was a smile on the corners of his lips, and there was no trace of indignation at all.

"Grandpa, Qianqian just came back and hasn't eaten yet." Yun Zaichun opened his mouth to help.

Only then did Yun Han react, "Look at me, I was so excited that I forgot about it. The kid is hungry, let's go eat."

The side hall next to the main hall is the kitchen. Now it has been modernized and the inside is no different from an ordinary kitchen.

Mu Qian was placed between Mr. Yun and Yun Jingyu. Sitting opposite were Ning Jin and Wen Hao.

When these two were young, they spent more time at the Yun family than at their own home, so there was no need to be polite at all.

After Ning Jin sat down, she discovered that the dishes on the table had never appeared on the Yun family's table in these years.

"These are your favorite foods when you were a child. Mother Yun's cooking skills have gotten better and better in the past two years. Try it and see if it still tastes the same as when you were a child." The old man held the chopsticks and picked up a piece of fish for her.

Mu Qian was not polite either. After struggling all morning, she was really hungry.

I have to say that the chef of the Yun family is really good, and the taste of the food really retains the original flavor of the food.

"What kind of dish is this?" Mu Qian pointed to a plate of golden pancakes in front of her.

"Nanliang pancakes and Qibao Crispy Goose are not available in restaurants outside." Mr. Yun introduced her with a smile, "This was your favorite when you were a child."

The dishes on the table were filled with familiar flavors as Mu Qian ate them, and she couldn't help but move her chopsticks a few more times.

The food here has a lot of unnecessary additions to the ingredients. It pays attention to refinement and although it tastes good, there is always something missing.

But Yun's dish is different from restaurants outside. It seems that the chef uses the most traditional cooking methods, retaining the original flavor of the ingredients.

This was the closest thing she had ever tasted to food from the Five Continents.

"It seems that this little girl has not changed since she was a child. She is still a foodie." Yun Zaichun said with a smile.

Ning Jin also explained to her, "There are many beautiful recipes handed down from ancient times in the books collected by the Yun family. The old man usually takes them out and sorts them out when he has nothing to do. When he sees something he is interested in, he copies them down for the kitchen, so this is You can’t eat the food outside.”

It turned out to be a recipe from an ancient book, and Mu Qian knew the answer.

"grandfather."

She suddenly shouted out so loudly that the old man almost lost his grip on the chopsticks in his hand.

This was the first time she called grandpa after entering the door.

Yun Jinghang, who was sitting next to the old man, held his hand.

"What's wrong?" Mr. Yun said, adding vegetables to Mu Qian's plate. "Do you want to eat anything else? Grandpa asked them to make it for you."

Mu Qian shook her head, but worked very hard to get in front of the old man.

"Can you lend me those books?"

In a daze, the old man seemed to see the little girl who acted coquettishly at him and asked for things when he was a child. Every time she wanted something, she had this look in her eyes.

"I didn't expect that our Qianqian still loves to read?" Wen Hao joked with a smile.

The first time they met at the door of the hotel, she was standing next to that impolite woman. Neither of them seemed to be quiet and elegant.

Mu Qian didn't talk much, but that didn't mean he was quiet. He didn't expect that he liked reading so much.

"Eat first. When you're full, my brother will take you to the library at the back. There's everything you want to see in there." Yun Zaichun said with a smile.

Mr. Yun looked at her and smiled happily. As expected of the children of the Yun family, they were all so eager to learn.

"Eat more, this, and this." Mr. Yun's men kept picking up food for Mu Qian.

Mu Qian rarely enjoyed the feeling of being served, and a bowl of soup was handed over to her.

Yun Jingyu looked at her and said seriously, "Drink some soup first to nourish your body."

From the moment Mu Qian stepped into the Yun family's house, Yun Jingyu didn't say a few words to her, but every move was made with great care.

Mu Qian was an orphan when he was in Wuzhou Continent. He had no father or mother. He was picked up by the old man and raised in Suo Ling Pavilion, but he lived a carefree and carefree life.

In the two lives that I came here to live anew, without exception, I never enjoyed the love of my parents.

This time, she was given a father, but he was also a father who was not good at words, and she really didn't know how to get along with her parents.

"Thank you." Mu Qian lifted the bowl and took a sip.

Seeing her actions, Yun Jingyu also laughed.

When we were almost finished eating, the servant at the door walked in.

"Old man, someone from the Zhong family is here."

At this juncture, people from outside came to Yun's house for no reason. It was hard not to say that they came because they knew about Mu Qian's return.

"Please come in first."

Mr. Yun and Yun Jinghang went to the main hall together, leaving a few juniors to accompany Mu Qian to eat.

After everyone left, Mu Qian raised her eyes and looked at Wen Hao and Ning Jin opposite, who hadn't used their chopsticks much.

"I've always been curious about one thing. How did I lose it in the first place?"

This question made Wen Hao, who was drinking soup, choke and almost lost his breath.

Mu Qian held her chopsticks and raised her eyebrows, "I heard that I was lost by you guys?"