Mythical Luo, starting with the fox spirit

Dongfang Huaizhu tried to imitate Yang Ping'an, but failed to get the hang of it. The bamboo knife in her hand sliced ​​diagonally across the bamboo rat meat on the stone table, leaving a strip of meat that was narrow at the top and wide at the bottom.

"It's very good for your first time cooking. You have a real talent for cooking," Yang Ping'an encouraged, suppressing a smile.

"If you're so good, then you do it." Dongfang Huaizhu blushed and glared at Yang Ping'an.

"Come on, you have to do it like this first, then like this," Yang Ping'an walked around the stone table, went behind Dongfang Huaizhu, reached out and put his arm around Dongfang Huaizhu, grabbed her hands, and taught her how to cut.

Yang Pingan held Dongfang Huaizhu's hand and cut the remaining bamboo rat meat into appropriately sized strips.

Dongfang Huaizhu was surprised by Yang Ping'an's sudden boldness. She struggled weakly for a moment, but when she couldn't break free, she stopped.

Dongfang Huaizhu stiffened for a moment when Yang Ping'an held her in his arms, but softened again when she felt the heat of his chest.

This was the first time Dongfang Huaizhu had been so close to a man since she could remember. Even when she was with her father, Dongfang Guyue, she maintained a certain distance that was both intimate and not awkward.

Her face was flushed, and her snow-white neck under her collar was tinged with a deep blush. Her two small ears were even more rosy and moist, and it seemed as if steam was rising from the top of her head.

Yang Ping'an held Dongfang Huaizhu in his arms, feeling that the beauty in his arms was as warm and gentle as jade. Dongfang Huaizhu's fair and delicate hands were soft and boneless, and the temperature was low and somewhat cool. Yang Ping'an held her hands as if he were holding a piece of warm jade.

Yang Ping'an inhaled the delicate fragrance of bamboo leaves emanating from Dongfang Huaizhu, and held her soft, delicate body tightly, reluctant to let go for a moment.

Dongfang Huaizhu lay in Yang Ping'an's arms, feeling his burning heat, but did not speak.

Yang Ping'an and Dongfang Huaizhu nestled together, quietly feeling each other's heartbeats gradually synchronizing. The distance between their hearts had never been so close, as if they could stay together until the end of time, until the seas dry up and the rocks crumble.

Yang Ping'an and Dongfang Huaizhu stood close together, neither willing to break the silence.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still. Bamboo forest, green water, boats, and people living on the rivers and lakes created a breathtaking and natural silhouette.

Suddenly, a sound came from the bamboo forest, breaking the peaceful scene.

"Sister, Brother Yang, I'm back!" Dongfang Qinlan carried a large pile of bamboo branches in her arms and dragged a thick bamboo in her hand. Amidst the sound of bamboo leaves rubbing against the ground, she arrived in front of the bamboo house.

At some point, the bamboo knife was thrown onto the stone table, and the hands that Yang Ping'an had been holding, Dongfang Huaizhu's, were now held by Dongfang Huaizhu and placed in front of her abdomen.

Upon hearing Dongfang Qinlan's voice, Dongfang Huaizhu realized her posture was inappropriate and hurriedly removed Yang Ping'an's arm, breaking free from his embrace.

Yang Ping'an did not forcefully hug Dongfang Huaizhu. Instead, he loosened his arms around her and smiled as he watched Dongfang Huaizhu's face turn red with embarrassment, yet she tried to remain calm.

Dongfang Huaizhu felt a sense of loss and reluctance as she left Yang Ping'an's warm and broad embrace.

"Sister, why is your face so red?" Dongfang Qinlan put down the bamboo branch in her arms and looked curiously at Dongfang Huaizhu's rosy cheeks.

"It's too hot today, and the bamboo forest is a bit stuffy. Why did you take so long to get back?" Dongfang Huaizhu calmly offered an excuse, trying to brush it off, and continued to ask.

Dongfang Qinlan looked up at the sun overhead. Although it was noon, it was already past the beginning of autumn, and the Huai River was nearby, so how could it be hot?

"Sister, you didn't do anything intimate with Brother Yang, did you?" Dongfang Qinlan approached Dongfang Huaizhu, making a kissing gesture with her two thumbs, and asked quietly.

"What are you thinking? How could I do that?" Dongfang Huaizhu thought of her embrace with Yang Ping'an. Although there was no further contact, they were still very intimate.

The blush on her cheeks deepened, and she immediately adopted an elder sisterly authority over Dongfang Qinlan, grabbing her ear and asking, "Where did you learn all this? If you don't tell me honestly, you can forget about the snacks for the next three days."

"Ah, I found it from Lu Xiaoer, one of Jinrenzhu's henchmen. Sister, please spare me this time." Upon hearing Dongfang Huaizhu's threat, Dongfang Qinlan spilled everything out like beans from a bamboo tube.

She stared pitifully with her big eyes, trying to persuade her wicked older sister to spare her innocent snacks.

"Hehe, go back and hand over all those things. Also, stay away from Jin Renfeng and his servants from now on, understand?" Dongfang Huaizhu remained unmoved and pulled Dongfang Qinlan's ear to lecture her.

"Okay, okay, I understand, sister. Can I have some snacks?" Dongfang Qinlan agreed to everything Dongfang Huaizhu said, but then asked about the fate of her snacks.

Dongfang Qinlan was always under the control of Dongfang Huaizhu. She knew that her older sister would not harm her, and she had become accustomed to obeying Dongfang Huaizhu's discipline.

Even though Yang Ping'an couldn't listen directly, his eyesight and hearing as a cultivator were still sharp enough to easily overhear the conversation between the Dongfang Huaizhu sisters.

"You see, Qin Lan already knows she was wrong, so why don't we let her go?" Yang Ping'an picked up the stone table, smiled, and walked to Dongfang Huaizhu and Qin Lan's side, speaking up for them.

"Hmph, since Brother Yang has already pleaded for you," Dongfang Huaizhu glared at Yang Ping'an, then turned to look at the pitiful Dongfang Qinlan, loosened her ear, and continued speaking.

"I'm punishing you by not allowing you to eat any snacks all day today, so you'll remember this lesson."

"Long live! Thank you so much, Sister, for showing mercy! And thank you, Brother Yang, for your help!" Dongfang Qinlan cheered and thanked Dongfang Huaizhu and Yang Ping'an.

Although there's still the punishment of not being able to eat snacks today, half the day is already over. Besides, she's going to be with Brother Yang today, so she doesn't believe that Dongfang Huaizhu will confiscate the snacks Brother Yang gives her.

Dongfang Qinlan was already hatching a plan in her mind, figuring out how to get Yang Ping'an to feed her snacks.

Yang Ping'an found a flat patch of grass, put down the stone table he was holding, and cleared a space on the ground. He then walked to the thick, long bamboo, and with a flourish of his sword, he shaved the end of the bamboo into a thin, long skewer.

"Brother Yang, let me help you." Dongfang Qinlan ran over quickly, took the bamboo skewers from Yang Ping'an, and walked to the stream to wash them carefully.

"Brother Yang, you're just spoiling her!" Dongfang Huaizhu walked over to Yang Ping'an, helping him tidy up the bamboo branches scattered on the ground, and complained to him.

"Qin Lan is your sister, of course I have to treat her well." Yang Ping'an said to Dongfang Huaizhu with a smile, picked up the remaining half of the thick bamboo root, split a part of it and stuck it in the ground to make a barbecue grill.

They then split open the remaining bamboo and the withered branches that Dongfang Qinlan had collected to prevent the heat of the flames from causing the gas inside the bamboo to expand and explode, thus soiling the roasted meat.