When she got home, Jian Ningxuan was taking a shower in the bathroom, walked to wash her hands, put on an apron, and started cooking.
Jianjian jumped over and hung on her earlobe to watch her cut and chop. When she picked up a clam, she suddenly jumped down, stood on the shell, and kept pawing and pulling with her tentacles.
"Do you want it?" Anbu asked, looking at this unremarkable clam.
Cheap and cheerful jumped up and down a few times.
An Bu smiled, and put the clam into the cheap fish tank. After Bumblebee (Red Shrimp), Jianjian has another little partner.
Clams are one of the five great undead beasts on the earth. The oldest clam found so far is 507 years old. The other four undead creatures are lighthouse jellyfish that can rejuvenate, tardigrades that can survive in the vacuum of space, and planarians that can continuously regenerate. , only females without males, rotifers capable of parthenogenesis.
In terms of survivability, An Bu felt that the hybrid was very similar to the tardigrade. This creature could survive in extreme cold, extreme heat, and even a vacuum environment, and it could fuse the DNA of other creatures to evolve itself. The difference is that tardigrades are widely distributed, and they can be found in any yard. However, mixed relics are very rare and almost extinct, mainly because they have the instinct to purify pollution. When the purification speed cannot keep up with the pollution speed, their lifespan will be shortened.
Anbu feels that Jianjian is probably the only life that can accompany her for hundreds of thousands of years.
"Shall I give you a name too?" Looking at the red shrimp and clams in the fish tank, Anbu thought for a while and said, "You will be called 'Red Queen' from now on, and as for you, 'Grey Shell'."
"Bubu is back?" Jian Ningxuan came out of the bathroom in a bathrobe, walked to Anbu's side, and while wiping her wet hair with a towel, she enjoyed the natural air-conditioning.
"Mr. Jian, look quickly, you have another daughter and a son." An Bu pointed to the red shrimp and clams and introduced, "It's called 'Jian Honghou', and it's called 'Jane Huibei'."
Jian Ningxuan: "..." After taking a bath, there was a shrimp daughter and a clam son.
Cheap squatting on the edge of the fish tank, overlooking her younger siblings.
"Red Empress, Hui Bei, come quickly and say hello to Dad." An Bu waved at them.
Jian Ningxuan: If they could understand, he would wash the dishes for three days.
However, something miraculous happened. The Red Queen swam to the glass jar with dozens of slender legs, waving her tentacles lightly. The gray oysters opened their shells, revealing to them the juicy clam flesh.
Jian Ningxuan: ... This is not scientific.
Cheap →_→: It’s cheap for you, papa.
That night, Jian Ningxuan took the initiative to take over the job of washing dishes. For three days, I will never break my promise. (An Bu: Who told you...)
Before falling asleep, Jian Ningxuan leaned against the head of the bed with his notebook in his arms, looked at Anbu who was carving bamboo tubes, and asked casually, "Is the work going well?"
"It's okay. Today is mainly to familiarize yourself with the environment and the old man's work and rest time." Anbu carefully carved on the bamboo tube, his fingers fluttered, as light as a butterfly, his long eyelashes swayed slightly, and his serious and focused side face exuded With a mesmerizing brilliance.
Jian Ningxuan looked at it, and suddenly called out: "Step by step."
"Ok?"
"Shall we get married?"
An Bu's movement paused for a second, and then continued to tick off: "Let me think about it."
Jian Ningxuan: Do you still want to consider it? Wouldn't it be better to have him as your own sooner...
After waiting for a long time, Jian Ningxuan did not wait for An Bu's answer until sleepiness struck.
The next day, when Jian Ningxuan woke up, Anbu had already gone out.
He got out of bed and was about to go to the bathroom to wash up, when he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the object placed by the window, it was the bamboo tube carved by An Bu last night, and there was a delicate rose in the bamboo tube.
Jian Ningxuan walked over, picked up the bamboo tube and played with it carefully. The bamboo tube was carved with flowers blooming side by side, connected to the same branch, and two sentences were engraved on the bottom: [Hold your hand for a lifetime, don't forget eternity.]
Mr. Jane, you love me all your life, and I will remember you all your life...
When they came to Dong's house, the nanny led Anbu to the old man's bedroom, poured a cup of hot tea, chatted a little and then left.
"Old lady, you look good today." Anbu sat by the window holding hot tea, smiling at the old man on the bed.
Mrs. Dong snorted coldly and did not speak.
"Do you want to go out to bask in the sun later?" An Bu turned his head and looked out the window, "The flowers in the yard are all blooming, and the peach tree you planted by yourself has also produced fruit, but it's thin and small, it doesn't look like it How delicious."
Mrs. Dong looked sideways and couldn't help looking out the window, but due to the angle, she could only see a few branches.
"I can make peach sago, peach milkshake, roselle peach fruit tea, peach pie, peach jam, do you want to try it?" Anbu said with a smile, "Although you can't eat more, it's okay to taste a little bit."
Mrs. Dong was a little moved, but still had a look of disdain on her face.
Anbu has rich experience in dealing with this kind of arrogance.
"How about I use peaches to cook you a different kind of food every other day until I eat up all the peaches on the tree, what do you think?" An Bu suggested.
Mrs. Dong: Hmph, whatever you want, if it doesn't taste good, get out of here.
Anbu seemed to see through her mind, and said, "If it's not delicious, it's only because the peaches you planted are too young."
Mrs. Dong glared: Nonsense, the peaches I grow are the best.
"Whether it's delicious or not, we'll find out later when we go out and pick a few." Anbu drank tea slowly.
"Let's go." Mrs. Dong said suddenly.
"What?" An Bu looked up at her.
"Go peach picking now!"
Anbu raised his eyebrows, put down the teacup, got up and came to the bed, just about to hug her up, but she heard her scolded: "Can you hug me with your little arms and legs? Hurry up, go get Wang Bob called in."
Anbu kept moving, using a standard princess hug to carry her onto the wheelchair.
Mrs. Dong: "..."
Pushing the wheelchair out of the room, all the way to the backyard.
The Dong family's house is a small Chinese-style manor, simple and elegant, quiet and comfortable, but it is too deserted, the big house of Nuo, only three or five people often live there.
The flowers and trees in the backyard are taken care of by the gardener, and they are growing very well. Only the peach tree is already showing signs of aging, with sparse branches and leaves, and green fruits.
Mrs. Dong looked at the peach tree with nostalgia and sadness on her face.
"Old lady, I counted just now. There are about 60 fruits in this peach tree. Do you want to pick one and try it? We are half of each."
Mrs. Dong didn't say a word, so she acquiesced.
An Bu picked a ripe peach, went to the kitchen to wash it, peeled off the skin, cut it into eight pieces, soaked two of them in a cup of hot milk, and brought them to the yard together.
"Soak your peach meat in milk for a while, and then eat it when it's soft." An Bu explained, and then he ate it on his own.
Seeing that she was eating with gusto, Mrs. Dong stared at her angrily, and said angrily in a low voice, "The peaches belong to my family, why do I only have two petals, and you have six petals!"
"Don't be so stingy, it's the first time I taste the peaches grown by the old lady, I will naturally eat more." Anbu replied with a smile.
"Hmph." Mrs. Dong said dissatisfied, "Is mine ready? Give me a taste."
"It should be almost there." An Bu used a fork to fork out a piece of pulp from the milk and handed it to Madam Dong's mouth.
Mrs. Dong bit it into her mouth unceremoniously, and was so soured by the peach meat that she almost lost her remaining teeth, she almost didn't spit it out.
Just now, seeing An Bu eating so happily, I thought it tasted good, but it turned out sour like this bird. It was soaked in milk, and the unsoaked one might be even more sour.
Mrs. Dong glanced at her: This girl is really...