Chapter 22: Immortal Days

"Miss, I'm back!"

Sun Hao walked over with a plate of cherries. Each cherry, the size of a baby's fist, was dark red and exuded an attractive luster. At first glimpse, it would make people salivate.

Seeing this scene, Huang Rumeng's expression stagnated. A memory flooded into her mind. "You bastard, how can you be qualified to eat the spirit fruit? Bring it to me!"

"You're an outsider, and you don't qualify to eat the spirit fruit. Give it to me!"

Then, Huang Rumeng was hit by a group of children. On the ground, her nose and face were swollen. Even the spirit fruit in her hand was snatched away.

"No ... don't hit me." Huang Rumeng put her hands over his head. Her face was full of agony.

"Miss, let your sad past go with the wind!" Sun Hao's voice awakened Huang Rumeng. She quickly got up from her seat, stepped aside, lowered her head, and said nothing.

"Miss, let's eat some cherries first!" After Sun Hao finished speaking, he sent the fruit plate to Huang Rumeng.

"This ... this ..." Huang Rumeng looked at Sun Hao, then at the fruit plate, biting her lip, not daring to move in the slightest.

After seeing Sun Hao gestured several times. Only then did Huang Rumeng grab two cherries and put them in her mouth, for fear of someone taking them away. After swallowing them, seeing Sun Hao didn't say much, she continued to grab another and gulped it down.

"Woosh ..." Endless spiritual power rushing up in her body. Her expression stagnated, and a memory of her cultivation surged. She subconsciously sat down and began to refine the newly-found power.

A moment later. Huang Rumeng opened her eyes, and her face was full of astonishment.

"What kind of spiritual fruit is this, so powerful!"

"How do I know this? Who am I?"

"The Young Master is so kind to me. Why should I think about those things?"

Huang Rumeng murmured, looking at Sun Hao with eyes full of gratitude.

"Miss, you take a rest first, and I'll cook!" Sun Hao said.

"Young Master." Huang Rumeng's voice was as small as a mosquito.

"Miss, what's the matter?" Sun Hao said.

"I ... Young Master, I ... let me help you!" Huang Rumeng asked in a low voice.

"That's fine."

Sun Hao nodded and walked into the kitchen together with Huang Rumeng. Next, Huang Rumeng's movement made Sun Hao awed in amazement. He saw that she was proficient in washing and cutting vegetables, washing and cooking rice. Although her cooking skills were not as good as him, she was at least a master.

"If there is always such a helper, the cooking speed will be at least doubled!"

"It seems that this little girl has suffered hardship!" Sun Hao muttered to himself while looking at Huang Rumeng's back.

Next, Huang Rumeng made the fire, and Sun Hao showed off his cooking skills.

"This is?" Huang Rumeng held a piece of wood, completely dumbfounded. This wood was blood-red, with a dense texture, and exuded a faint fragrance. The lines run through the whole wood.

"Sandalwood immortal wood."

Huang Rumeng blurted out, standing stupidly on the spot. Although she didn't know what it was, she told herself in her heart that it was nothing to worry about.

"Let's put it aside first!"

Huang Rumeng took out other pieces of wood and started to burn them. She watched Sun Hao's cooking movements, and she was completely stunned. Sun Hao's every movement was natural and beautiful beyond description. The dishes he made were crystal clear, full of color, flavor, and taste.

Huang Rumeng watched quietly and engraved every movement. Soon, the food was ready. When they came to the dining table, Huang Rumeng stood beside him.

"Miss, sit down and eat together."

"If you don't mind, treat it as your own home in the future, so don't be so restrained!" Sun Hao said.

"I ... Young Master!" In Huang Rumeng's eyes, tears were brewing, and she was deeply moved.

"Eat! You're welcome!"

"En."

"Miss, why hide your ears? If you can tie your hair up and reveal your ears, you will look lovelier!"

As soon as Sun Hao finished speaking. Huang Rumeng's expression stagnated, a memory came.

"Didn't I say that you are a monster for having such strange ears!"

"Yes! She should cut her ears!"

Thinking of this, two lines of tears slid down Huang Rumeng's eyes.

"Miss, don't cry, don't take my words seriously, eat, don't let it get cold." Sun Hao tried to comfort her.

"Young ... Young Master, thank ... thank you!"

Huang Rumeng ate silently, looking at Sun Hao from time to time. Her moved eyes were shining from time to time. When Sun Hao glanced over, she quickly lowered her head again.

Huang Rumeng did not speak, and neither did Sun Hao. The two of them ate in silence without saying a word.

"Young Master, I'll wash the dishes!"

Just after putting down the dishes and chopsticks, Huang Rumeng quickly picked them up. She cleaned up the table, washed the dishes, and cleaned the floor. There was no need for Sun Hao to worry about.

Sun Hao stared at this scene vacantly, feeling inexplicably moved, and his heart surged. If he had such a wife, it would be nice for them to live a simple life.

"Young Master, I ... I didn't do it well?"

Huang Rumeng lowered her head as she felt Sun Hao's blazing eyes, like a little girl who was doing something wrong.

"No, you did a good job!" Sun Hao stood up and walked to Huang Rumeng. "Come with me!"

Huang Rumeng lowered her head and followed behind Sun Hao closely. They came to the pavilion. Sun Hao pointed to the guqin, "Do you like it?"

"En!" Huang Rumeng nodded.

"If you are willing to learn, I can teach you!" Sun Hao said.

"Really?" The light in Huang Rumeng's eyes was glistening.

"Of course!"

"Young Master, you sit down, and I stand to learn from you!"

"How can you learn if you don't sit down and play?"

"Okay ... okay, Young Master!" Then Sun Hao began to give Huang Rumeng the lesson. Huang Rumeng listened carefully and was trying it from time to time.

"You have to rely on natural tension when plucking ..."

"Your fingers should be picked like this."

"Young Master, do you think this is OK?"

"Not bad!"

"That is not enough, Young Master, can you ... can you show me?"

Huang Rumeng grew bolder. How could he refuse a beauty's request? Sun Hao held Huang Rumeng's hands and led her to play. Huang Rumeng followed Sun Hao's movements and played a beautiful melody. Until night came, the two people didn't stop.

"Well, that's all for today. Go back and rest." Sun Hao said.

"Yes, Young Master!" Huang Rumeng nodded and walked to the other room. Sun Hao walked back to his room and nodded secretly.

"This girl is a genius at playing. Her talent is not much weaker than mine!"

"Today is so fulfilling. Perhaps life as an immortal won't be as fulfilling as this!"

"If this is the case every day, this day is quite comfortable!"

"It's time to rest!"

After speaking, Sun Hao walked back to the room, put on his pajamas, fell on the bed, and fell asleep. On the other side, Huang Rumeng walked back to her room with a contented smile on her face.

She was lying in bed, unable to sleep for a long time. Finally, she hug another pillow to her chest and murmured, "Young Master, you are so kind to me!" Sleepiness hit her afterward, and soon, she also fell asleep.