"Just like that, saying he’s always been living here, Bai Dan couldn’t believe it."
"Grandpa, where have you been all these years?"
Bai Dan was curious. It was normal for him to be curious about someone who had died and then suddenly came back to life.
"Do I need to tell you where I went? Also, don’t you have any more? Give me some."
Bai Meng finished eating in a few bites, stood up, and looked at Bai Dan.
Back then, he felt tired and thought he should have died, so he died once. Then he went out and traveled the world, and now that he felt tired, he came back, just as simple as that.
Bai Dan, everything is good about him, but he loves to complicate simple issues.
"It’s gone, aren’t my things at your place already? Only Xingxing has food now."
Bai Dan still felt wronged; he hadn’t eaten at all.
"Xingxing?" Bai Meng frowned. "You’re talking about that girl? How is she now? Is she still alive?"
Bai Dan: "..." Why does this sound so unpleasant?
"Oh, I spoke wrong. Let’s go find her. It’s cruel to leave a child alone in this place, you’re asking for a beating." Bai Meng lifted his leg and walked away. Having come back half a month ago, he really hadn’t eaten well.
Bai Dan: "..." That’s not what you said back then. You said that only those who can make it on their own are part of the Bai Family.
Bai Zhi and Moh Li were just about to eat, each holding a wooden bowl, getting ready to sip their soup.
Ah, it seemed like someone was calling her.
"Is someone calling me?" But it wasn’t Grandpa’s voice.
"Someone is calling you."
Moh Li felt a gust of wind coming towards him, and then the bowl in his hand was gone.
"Xingxing, have you seen your ancestor?"
By then Bai Dan had also arrived, somewhat out of breath, and spoke to Bai Zhi.
Bai Zhi was a bit stunned.
The next moment, she saw that someone was already eating her cooked noodles.
Bai Zhi looked at Bai Dan in surprise, then at Bai Meng.
This person looked a bit like Grandpa.
"Yes, I’m your ancestor, Xingxing, right? Do you have any more food? Hurry up, I’m very hungry, bring more."
Bai Meng then looked at Bai Zhi and Moh Li, and noticed another person.
"Are you Xiao Mo’s grandson?"
Moh Li heard the name, nodded vigorously.
Moh Li remembered, only Grandpa’s master used to call him that, but how did he remember? Grandpa had told him that his master had passed away ten years ago and was already over ninety at that time.
"I’m his master, so bring out your food as well."
Bai Zhi: "..." My family’s ancestor really has a unique style.
After a long while, Bai Meng had eaten his fill and finally spoke.
"The dishes lack oil, I want to eat Braised Pork Belly, sweet Xingxing, can you cook it?"
Bai Meng found that each dish tasted good; his family’s younger generation was really well-behaved.
"I can, but those wild boars are too fierce, I can’t beat them."
And being chased by them, it’s really tiring.
"No worries, we’ll do it tomorrow, let’s go, I’ll take you back to rest now."
If it weren’t for this meal, they might still be sleeping underground.
Bai Zhi and Moh Li were taken to the treehouse, on a particularly large Big Tree, there was a treehouse. This tree looked very big, probably twenty people couldn’t embrace it together, and it was obviously many years old.
The treehouse was at the very top, and as it was situated on the best terrain, you could also see the beautiful starry sky.
Naturally, Bai Zhi and Moh Li couldn’t just run up there; they climbed up. Watching Bai Meng’s wall-climbing actions, they were envious.
Undeterred, Bai Dan spilled the beans. There’s a ladder over there; once you’ve practiced enough, you can move that fast too.