My Corpse is Bohemian - Chapter 114

When he got home, Jian Ningxuan was taking a shower in the bathroom, Anbu washed his hands, put on an apron, and started cooking.

Bianjian jumped over and hung on her earlobe to watch her chop and chop. When she picked up a clam, she suddenly jumped down, stood on the shell, and kept pulling and pulling with her tentacles.

“Want it?” An Bu asked, looking at the humble clam.

Bianjian jumped up and down quickly and happily.

An Bu smiled and put the clam into the cheap fish tank. Following the Bigfoot Wasp (Red Shrimp), Bianjian has another little friend.

Clams are one of the five undead beasts on the earth. The oldest clam found is 507 years old. The other four undead creatures are lighthouse jellyfish that can rejuvenate their youth, water bears that can survive in the vacuum of the universe, and planarians that can continuously regenerate. , only female rotifers without males and capable of parthenogenesis.

In terms of survivability, Anbu feels that the hybrid is very similar to the water bear. This creature can survive in extreme cold, extreme heat and even a vacuum environment, and it can evolve itself by integrating the DNA of other creatures. The difference is that tardigrades are widely distributed, and they can be found in any yard. Hybrid relics are very rare, 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.

An Bu felt that being cheap was probably the only kind of life that could accompany her for hundreds of thousands of years.

“Give you a name too?” Looking at the red shrimp and clams in the fish tank, An Bu thought about it and said, “You will be called ‘Red Queen’ in the future, and as for you, it will be called ‘Grey Shell’.”

“Bubu came back?” Jian Ningxuan walked out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe and walked to An Bu’s side, enjoying the natural air-conditioning while wiping her wet hair with a towel.

“Mr. Jian, look, 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 ‘Jian Hui Bei’.”

Jian Ningxuan: “…” After taking a bath, there will be a shrimp daughter and a clam son.

Bianjian squatted on the edge of the fish tank, overlooking his younger siblings.

“Queen Red, Grey Shell, come over 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 magical happened. The red queen swam to the glass tank with dozens of thin legs, waving her tentacles gently. The gray shells opened their shells, revealing tender clams to them.

Jian Ningxuan: …This is not scientific.

Cheap→_→: Cheaper than you, Baba.

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 bedside with a notebook, looked at An Bu who was carving a bamboo tube, and asked casually, “Is the work going well?”

“It’s okay, today is mainly to get familiar with the environment and the old man’s work and rest time.” An Bu carefully carved flowers on the bamboo tube, his fingers fluttered like butterflies, his long eyelashes swayed slightly, and his serious and focused profile radiated With a mesmerizing brilliance.

Jian Ningxuan looked at it and suddenly called out, “Step by step.”

“Ok?”

“Shall we get married?”

An Bu’s movements paused for a second, and then continued to engrave: “I’ll think about it.”

Jian Ningxuan: Do you still want to consider it? Wouldn’t it be better to take him as his own sooner…

After waiting for a long time, Jian Ningxuan did not wait for An Bu’s answer until drowsiness struck.

The next day, when Jian Ningxuan woke up, An Bu had already gone out.

He got out of bed and was about to go to the bathroom to wash up. He caught a glimpse of the object placed by the window. It was the bamboo tube that An Bu carved 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 and pedicles, which were connected with each other. There were also two sentences engraved on the bottom: [hold the hand for a lifetime, never forget eternity. 】

Mr. Jane, you love me with your whole life, and I will remember you with my whole life…

When they came to Dong’s house, the nanny led An Bu to the old man’s bedroom, poured a cup of hot tea, chatted a few words, and then left.

“Old madam, you look good today.” An Bu sat by the window holding hot tea and looked at the old man on the bed with a smile.

Mrs. Dong snorted coldly and said nothing.

“Would you like to go out to soak up 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 with your own hands is also bearing fruit, but it’s thin and small, and it doesn’t look like 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 will make peach sago, peach milkshake, roselle peach blossom tea, peach pie, and peach jam. Would you like to try it?” An Bu smiled, “Although I can’t eat more, it’s okay to have a little taste.”

Mrs. Dong was a little moved, but she still had a look of disdain on her face.

Anbu has a lot of experience in dealing with this kind of arrogance.

“Why don’t I make you a different kind of food with peaches every other day until all the peaches on the tree are eaten up, what do you think?” An Bu suggested.

Mrs. Dong: Hmph, whatever you want, if it doesn’t taste good, get out of here.

An Bu seemed to see through her thoughts and said, “If it doesn’t taste good, I can only blame your peaches for growing too bad.”

Mrs. Dong glared angrily: Nonsense, the peaches I grow are the best.

“Whether it’s good or not, I’ll find out later when I go out and pick a few to taste.” Anbu drank his tea slowly.

“Let’s go.” Mrs. Dong said suddenly.

“What?” An Bu looked up at her.

“Go pick peaches now!”

An Bu raised his eyebrows, put down the teacup, got up and came to the bedside, just about to pick her up, but heard her scolding: “Can you hug me with your little arms and legs? Bob called in.”

Anbu kept moving and carried her to a wheelchair with a standard princess hug.

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 gardeners take care of the flowers and trees in the backyard, and they are growing very well, but the peach tree is in a state of senescence, 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 it just now. This peach tree has about 60 fruits. Would you like to pick one and try it? Half of us are each.”

Mrs. Dong did not say a word, even if she acquiesced.

Anbu chose a ripe peach, went to the kitchen to wash the peach, peeled off the skin, cut it into eight pieces, soaked two of them in a glass 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 relish, Mrs. Dong glared at her angrily, and said in a low voice, “The peach belongs to my family, why do I only have two petals, and you have six!”

“Don’t be so stingy, it’s the first time I tasted the peaches grown by the old lady, I naturally want to eat more.” An Bu replied with a smile.

“Hmph.” Madam Dong said dissatisfiedly, “Is mine okay? Hurry up and give me a taste.”

“It should be almost there.” An Bu used a fork to fork a piece of fruit pulp from the milk and handed it to Mrs. Dong’s mouth.

Mrs. Dong unceremoniously bit into her mouth, and then the peach flesh was so sour that even the few remaining teeth were lost, and she almost spit it out.

I saw that An Bu was enjoying it so much, I thought it tasted good, but it turned out to be sour like a bird. It was still soaked in milk, and the one that had not been soaked was probably more sour.

Mrs. Dong glanced at her: this girl, really…