After picking out the presents, Ye Juefeng and Jiang Shiji returned to their home in the mountains.

Gu Nuoer knew that they were going out today, so she specially invited Jiang Shiji to come home for dinner after shopping.

When they got home, the black bear spirits had already prepared five dishes and one soup.

"Sweet and sour pork ribs, orange stuffed with crab, elk meat with cumin, fried river mushroom with scallions...all my favorites!"

Jiang Shiji opened his eyes wide and smiled brightly.

He acted like a spoiled child to Gu Nuoer as if he were his own mother.

"The godmother is so kind to me." Jiang Shiji stood up: "I'll help the godmother carry the bowl and chopsticks!"

Gu Nuo'er is now the mother of a child, but her face is still as delicate as a girl's.

She chuckled: "Xiao Shiji is really sensible."

However, when Gu Nuoer turned her head, she found that Ye Juefeng had already walked in with Ye Siming, holding the bowl and chopsticks.

Her son has always been like this, no matter what he does, he will do it first.

Gu Nuo'er walked over to take the bowls and chopsticks: "Feng'er, are you happy going out today?"

She always felt that as Ye Juefeng grew up, she became more and more cold.

I want to open his heart and talk to him heart-to-heart, but he always acts like he doesn't need his parents to care about.

So now Gu Nuoer is happy for him, and encourages him to do what he likes to do.

Ye Juefeng nodded, and said calmly, "Happy."

Gu Nuoer couldn't help but reached out and touched his head: "You are only eight years old, you are like a little adult, when mother is your age, you still play tricks on daddy."

After being touched on the head by his mother, Ye Juefeng immediately covered his head.

The indifference on his face was broken and turned into a faint embarrassment.

"Mom! I'm eight years old, I can't touch my head anymore, otherwise I won't grow tall, Grandpa Huang said."

Last time, the uncles took turns touching his head, and Gu Yihan reprimanded and warned him one by one.

Gu Nuo'er couldn't help chuckling when she heard the words.

"Not all, you are very tall now."

Jiang Shiji took the initiative to come over and compare his height: "Yes, Brother Feng has grown too fast, he is already half a head taller than me."

Gu Nuoer smiled for a while, and greeted the two children to sit down for dinner.

Ye Juefeng sat beside Ye Siming.

Ye Siming picked up a chopstick dish for him, and Ye Juefeng said calmly, "Thank you."

So, Ye Siming's pair of chopsticks paused.

He couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and smiled jokingly: "Are you so polite to me?"

Ye Juefeng's eyes were dark and dark: "This is not being polite, according to Uncle Seven, it is polite."

Ye Siming sneered: "Are you sure he can teach you manners and manners instead of teaching you to chant scriptures?"

Ye Juefeng was silent for a moment, and said sincerely, "When he started chanting, I jumped out of the window and escaped."

This is what happened a few days ago when he was staying at Taishi Temple.

Kongjue spends the morning talking about rules and principles, enlightening life, and in the afternoon he starts to chant sutras.

Ye Juefeng jumped out the window and left.

After hearing this, the rest of the people at the dinner table couldn't help laughing.

During the dinner, Jiang Shiji recounted what they had just encountered on the street.

It also includes where the old woman's son was killed.

Ye Juefeng said calmly, "I already know where it is, so I'll check it out in the afternoon."

Ye Siming glanced at his son, "I'm with you."

Ye Juefeng turned his head silently: "Father, are you afraid that I won't be able to handle it?"

Ye Siming said, "There is a small stream next to the location you mentioned. The crabs in it are big and the meat is fresh. Let's grab a basket and fry it for your mother."

Ye Juefeng: ...

He should have guessed that his father didn't care about bandits, but tried to make his mother's appetite better.