"Hey, hey, hey, what's with that look in your eyes, girl? I can't lift you up! You're already old enough to wear a golden hairpin, right..."
Mu Lin turned her head and looked at him speechlessly, "Zhongli, you are so long-winded..." However, after being interrupted by Zhongli Jian, she felt much better and smiled at Zhongli Jian, "I should be tens of thousands of years old."
"What nonsense." Zhongli Jian shook his head. Seeing that the two of them really couldn't squeeze in, he took her hand and walked to the teahouse next door.
"By the way, don't call me Zhongli. Is my last name what you should call me at your age? That's not right. You should call me Brother Zhongli. My courtesy name is Quexi, so you can call me Brother Quexi too."
"I don't, I don't, I don't! Zhongli sounds so nice, I want to call you Zhongli!"
Zhongli Jian was annoyed by the little girl's noise, so he ignored her for the time being and turned to the waiter, "I want a private room on the second floor with a great view, two plates of dim sum, and a pot of Biluochun."
"Okay, sirs, please go upstairs!"
The box was quiet, and the waiter left after serving the snacks. Zhongli Jian opened the window, and the noise outside seemed to burst in all at once.
"Look, that's the performer outside. Now you can have a good look." He asked Mu Lin to stand in front of the window and watch slowly, then he sat down and drank his tea leisurely.
Li Li put his arms on the windowsill and looked down excitedly. He saw the burly man take a sip of something and blew it hard. The fire dragon instantly sprayed out several feet away, and the crowd cheered.
Then a strong man lay on the bench with a big stone on his chest, and another strong man swung a sledgehammer in his hand and smashed it hard. The stone immediately broke into pieces. However, the lying strong man looked as if nothing had happened. He swept away the rubble with a relaxed look and stood up.
Without waiting for the crowd to cheer again, Mu Lin left the window, "What? It's boring..."
The ghosts in the underworld can do all these things. Mu Lin was not interested and simply walked over and sat opposite Zhongli Jian.
"You're not interested anymore? Then have some snacks and drink some tea." Zhongli Jian shook his head. Children are fickle.
"Zhongli, how long do ordinary people live?"
"It is rare for a person to live to be seventy. If he is healthy and free from disasters, he can probably live for sixty to seventy years."
"Seventy years seems like a blink of an eye."
Zhongli Jian tapped her forehead and said, "Child, don't speak in an old-fashioned way. This is already very long."
"Zhongli, you are so good, you will live a long life." Mu Lin said seriously word by word.
She saw and remembered Zhongli's care and indulgence for her, and she did not take it for granted. Although Mu Lin had not experienced the fickleness of the world, she understood that no one had the obligation to treat her well without any relationship or reason.
"It's good that you know," Zhongli Jian couldn't help but let out a smile, but it soon disappeared without a trace, "Wait, what did I say just now? You are not allowed to call me Zhongli!"
"I insist on calling you, Zhongli Zhongli Zhongli!"
Zhongli Jian had a headache again. "There are tens of thousands of people with the surname Zhongli in the world. Do you have to call every one of them Zhongli?"
"It's different. In my eyes, you are the only Zhongli, the one and only..." Mu Lin said and yawned. She was tired after walking around for so long.
"Take a nap on the table. I'll be out for a while and will be back to have lunch with you later."
"Well, then come back early." Mu Lin closed her eyes in a daze, and in a trance she felt Zhong Li Jian touching her head.