When Wei Wuxian traveled back in time

In response to Wei Wuxian's question, Lan Wangji tightened his arms around him and uttered a "hmm" with his ears slightly red. The sound was not loud but loud enough for everyone present to hear.

The people over there didn’t think that someone like Han Guang-jun would answer such a question, but after hearing Lan Wangji’s answer, they all looked as if the sky had fallen. Jin Ling staggered and almost fell to the ground.

“I love you so much, Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian leaned close to him and gave him a big kiss on the face. In response, Lan Wangji hugged him and turned around, facing away from everyone.

Upon seeing this scene, all the disciples behind him quickly turned their heads back. They didn't want to be assassinated by Han Guangjun's eyes: Don't look at what is inappropriate, don't look at what is inappropriate.

Wei WuXian hugged him and kissed him for a long time before asking, “Is little Lan Zhan awake?”

Lan Wangji’s breath was slightly unstable: “Not yet.”

Wei WuXian patted his arm, signaling him to put him down. He faced Jin Ling and said, “Jin Ling, do you have anything else to do?”

"!!!" Jin Ling suddenly opened his eyes wide. Damn! His uncle was waiting to drink lotus root and pork ribs soup, but he forgot about it.

Thinking of this, Jin Ling ran towards the kitchen.

"..." Watching Jin Ling running away like a gust of wind, Wei Wuxian was a little speechless. This kid was so hasty and impetuous, not like his senior sister at all.

"Lan Zhan, let's go and take a look too."

"Ah."

Wei WuXian said to all the disciples, “Practice well, we will leave first.”

"Yes." "Goodbye, Senior Wei, Hanguangjun!"

"..."

Arriving at the kitchen, Jin Ling kicked open the door, startling everyone inside: "Let's cook a lotus root and pork ribs soup."

The chef in the kitchen looked at the hurried Jin Ling and said, "The person who is responsible for making the lotus root and pork ribs soup went home today."

Jin Ling asked anxiously: "Why did he go home?"

The chef in the kitchen: "It seems that something happened at home, young master, please change to something else."

Jin Ling: "No, my uncle said he wants to drink this."

"Ah, that's what the Sect Master said, but the person is not here today, what should I do?"

At this time, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji walked in from the door and saw the helpless faces of the people inside and said, "What's wrong with you?"

The chef in the kitchen spread his hands and said, "The master wants to drink lotus root and pork ribs soup, but the person who specializes in making this in Lotus Pier has gone home today."

“That’s easy.” Wei Wuxian poked Lan Wangji’s waist with his arm and said, “Lan Zhan, Jiang Cheng wants to drink lotus root and pork ribs soup. Make him a bowl.”

Jin Ling was so shocked that he was speechless. It was hard for him to imagine a deity like Han Guangjun cooking with a pot and kitchen utensils!!!

And it wasn't just Jin Ling, even the chefs in the kitchen looked at Han Guangjun's untiring appearance and expressed strong doubts, how could he possibly cook! !

Lan Wangji glanced at him and said nothing.

Wei WuXian said in a soft voice: “You also know that the lotus root and pork ribs soup is not easy to make. If you ask others to learn and make it right away, the taste will definitely not be good. Why don’t you just make a bowl?”

Lan Wangji moved his lips as if to say something. Wei Wuxian continued, "Actually, I'm a little hungry too. I want to drink the lotus root and pork ribs soup you made, too."

As he spoke, he took Lan Wangji's hand and brought it to his belly, letting him touch his already deflated belly.

Lan Wangji sighed and said, "Yeah."

“Okay!” Wei Wuxian let go of Lan Wangji’s hand and called out to everyone in the kitchen: “You all should go out first. Han Guang-jun’s cooking is a secret and cannot be watched casually.”

Jin Ling made a "tsk" sound and walked out first.

Wei WuXian came up to him and said, “HanGuang-Jun, do you need my help?”

Lan Wangji said, “I don’t need you.”

Wei Wuxian pursed his lips and smiled: "Okay." As he said that, he hugged Lan Wangji's face and kissed him again, then walked out of the kitchen with a swagger.

Seeing him coming out, Jin Ling lowered his voice and asked, "The food Han Guang-jun cooked... um... should be edible, right...?"

Wei WuXian patted his chest in affirmation and said, “That’s for sure. I guarantee that the rice cooked by Han Guang-Jun will make you want to eat it again after the first time.”

Jin Ling curled his lips, obviously not believing it: "Just brag."

Wei WuXian reached out and grabbed a handful of leaves from the tree in front of the door, and swept the leaves over Jin Ling’s head: “You’ll know if it tastes good or not after you try it.”

Jin Ling used his hand to brush away the leaf that was teasing him: "People who brag will wet the bed at night."

Wei WuXian said with a smile: “Who did you learn these nonsense from, kid?”

Jin Ling made a face at him: "I learned it from you."

The kitchen chefs standing outside looked at the two bickering ancestors trying hard to hold back their laughter, their shoulders shrugged, and they couldn't help but wonder in their hearts: Are these two really not of the same generation? ! !

"..." This naughty boy, Wei WuXian gritted his teeth and said, "If you don't learn something good, I'll break your legs."

Jin Ling: "You are not my uncle, why are you imitating him to say this?"

“Okay, you don’t acknowledge me as your uncle again.” Wei WuXian asked, “Then who was the one who held me tightly and called me uncle the night before yesterday, and who was the one who cried so hard that his eyes and nose were all over me?”

Jin Ling was stunned for a moment. He didn't think he was so exaggerated that night. "I don't know who this person you are talking about."

Hearing his words, Wei WuXian pretended to be angry and turned his face away: “If you don’t know me, then I don’t know me.”

Jin Ling: “…”

The lively atmosphere suddenly cooled down, and Jin Ling was at a loss when he saw Wei Wuxian's cold face.

He has never met Wei Wuxian with such an attitude. His expression changes faster than turning the pages of a book. He is talking to you with a smile one second, and acts as if he doesn't know you the next second. Didn't he just say he doesn't know you? Why does he look so gloomy and fierce?

Jin Ling hesitated for a long time, then walked slowly to Wei Wuxian's side, pinched one edge with his index finger and thumb, and carefully tugged at the hem of his clothes.

Wei WuXian didn't give him any response.

Jin Ling was even more disheartened, he only knew how to deal with his uncle Jiang Cheng, because if he made Jiang Cheng angry, the solution was to let him beat him, let him scold him, and also just do whatever he said and never refute him.

But Wei Wuxian being so angry and silent like this felt even scarier than when his uncle Jiang Cheng yelled at him.

Jin Ling tugged at his clothes again, hoping to get a reaction from him, but this time he just turned around and pulled the clothes away from him.

Jin Ling: “…” You all say that I have the temper of a young lady, but you are the one who really has the temper of a young lady.

Although he complained in his heart, he still resigned himself to his fate and went over to him.