"No, Lao Deng is not a member of the demon clan." Nie Hanqiu smiled faintly at Chu Xia and lowered his voice and said to her.
"Nani!?" Chu Xia suddenly looked at him with wide eyes and said, "Lao Deng, he, he, he... he, too!?"
"Yes." Nie Hanqiu nodded slightly, with a nice curve at the corner of his lips, and asked in a low voice: "How old is Lao Deng, I guess?"
"Uh... He thinks... Lao Deng looks like he's only in his fifties... He shouldn't be sixty years old, right?? If he's sixty, he can retire." Chu Xia tilted her head and thought for a while, looking at Nie Hanqiu said uncertainly.
"Haha." Nie Hanqiu smiled happily, then stretched out a leg towards Chu Xia and pointed: "He is already so big."
"One..." Chu Xia looked at his slender red legs, hesitated for a moment, and shouted in a low voice: "No!? Is Lao Deng already a hundred years old?"
"To be precise, one hundred and fifteen years old." Nie Hanqiu smiled slightly, pulled Chu Xia's legs to the dining table, very gentlemanly opened the chair for her, let her go to the east, and then returned Move your seat so that you can walk calmly.
"He went..." Chu Xia was stunned by what he said, "Then Lao Deng has been living since the Guangxu period of the Qing Dynasty until now!?"
"Well, no." Nie Hanqiu nodded lightly and said, "Has he witnessed the rapid development of human technology?"
"..." Chu Xia felt that she was speechless in surprise.
"What is the rapid development of technology??" Aunt Qing walked out of the kitchen holding 20,000 longevity noodles with a smile and asked as she walked.
"No...it's nothing...they are saying that technology is developing so fast now..." Chu Xia laughed dryly and got past the problem.
"That's not true. Nowadays, our young people like to play QQ, WeChat and so on. His daughter applied for a WeChat account for him a while ago, but he is not very good at using it. Madam, please let me know if you have time. , and add him as a friend, right?" Aunt Qing said with a smile while passing two pairs of chopsticks to Chu Xia and Nie Hanqiu.
"Okay, no problem." Chu Xia nodded quickly, took the chopsticks and ate the noodles.
"..." Nie Hanqiu looked at Chu Xia's attitude of wanting to bury his whole head in the bowl. He couldn't help but shook his head and said to Aunt Qing: "There's nothing going on there. I'll go upstairs and clean up."
"Okay, Master, he's on his way. Just wait, he's got some soup for you." Aunt Qing responded with a smile, then turned and entered the kitchen.
After Chu Xia heard Aunt Qing's words, she immediately raised her head and looked at Nie Hanqiu with an expression of desperation.
Nie Hanqiu frowned, looking at Chu Xia's expression, a bad premonition suddenly arose in his heart.
Sure enough, after a while, Aunt Qing came over carrying an oversized celadon soup bowl.
She placed the celadon soup bowl in front of Nie Hanqiu, then opened the lid and said with a smile: "Master, what about the big tonic soup he made specially for your thirtieth birthday? The Lord asked for materials such as bull whip, sheep whip, deer whip, snake whip, very..."
"Stop!" The look on Nie Hanqiu's face became more and more ugly. His cold voice stopped Aunt Qing from introducing the big tonic soup incessantly, and said with a dark face: "Take it away for him."
(End of chapter)