Chapter 220 Is Bai Chuwei an Ancestor Who Lived for 200 Years?

Next Sunday is that person's birthday.

In the past five thousand years, whether it is a prosperous or troubled time, she will prepare well for his death.

Almost everyone present could feel Bai Chuwei's low air pressure. Yang Shuhui was still thinking about how to comfort her niece. Bai Chuwei slightly hooked her lips, returning to her usual laziness.

She got up and handed Yang Shuhui the cloth bag that was hanging on her arm just now: "These are the vegetables I picked in the countryside today. I'll give you a taste."

The vegetables exuded a faint fresh smell, which seemed to be different from ordinary vegetables. Yang Shuhui had not had time to see what vegetables were in the cloth bag, when a black figure rushed over like an arrow from the string—

Bai Ze was startled, he subconsciously wanted to knock the incoming person out, and his hand froze just as he stretched out in mid-air.

Bai Guofu rushed over, squeezed Bai Ze away and snatched the cloth bag from Yang Shuhui's hand, and wailed aggrievedly: "O ancestor, look at Xiao Fu, Xiao Fu likes to be vegetarian, these people are all ignorant. A guy who doesn't like meat doesn't like vegetables."

When Bai Chuwei went down the mountain, she picked vegetables, but she didn't know which car owner to give them to, which made Bai Guofu think about it for a long time.

His favorite food in his life was the boiled cabbage at Bai Chuwei's house sixty years ago.

The big room of the Bai family: "???"

Like to be vegetarian?

Bai Guofu is rich in meat and vegetables, and his favorite is the roast leg of lamb, okay? Is it like being vegetarian? What an international joke?

Bai Guofu said it righteously, holding the cloth bag tightly like an old urchin, with tiger eyes staring at Bai Ze's raised hand: "What? You even want to beat your grandfather? Will you give it to me?"

Bai Ze was wronged: "...Give it." Does he dare not give it?

Bai Chuwei got up, patted Bai Guofu's head, and said with a smile: "Xiao Fu, you give this bag of vegetables to the uncle and the others, and I have prepared yours for you. I'll go back to the room first."

Bai Guofu's eyes lit up, and he was so happy as a kindergarten child who got a big red flower from his teacher, he was so excited that he rolled on the sofa. Some ate!

Everyone in the Bai family looked at each other and were shocked.

grandfather...

Could it be that Bai Chuwei was the ancestor of their Bai family who lived for one or two hundred years? Looking at Bai Chuwei's methods, maybe it's because she is a cultivator that she is not old for a hundred years.

Because Bai Ze studied martial arts and immortals from the Qingxuan School,

Therefore, even if the big house of the Bai family is shocked, it is still relatively acceptable to Bai Chuwei as the "ancestor of the Bai family".

Yang Shuhui was carrying a cloth bag with vegetables, thinking of Bai Chuwei's beautiful face, she suddenly sighed and said, "I really want Weiwei to be my daughter."

Bai Hongmin's heart moved, and he immediately stopped Yang Shuhui's waist and said, "Wife, we can actually ask for another..."

"You're not ashamed!" Yang Shuhui groaned.

Bai Ze and Bai Shang walked ahead and did not dare to look back, and coughed a little awkwardly.

Since his father ate the Heavenly Spirit Pill, his energy has been relatively strong...

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Bai Chuwei sat in front of the window sill and watched the Bai family's big room leave, and then began to organize the things she brought back from Yunwu Mountain.

The first is the vegetables and meat that are needed on the anniversary of the death next Sunday.

There is also a small porcelain bottle.

As soon as Bai Chuwei opened the bottle cap, Snowball covered her nose and squeaked mournfully: 'The ancestors killed mice and smoked Xuebao to death. ’

Bai Chuwei disliked: "Xuebao? You should be Fat Bao."

Xueqiu's head was dizzy because of the smoke, and he found a petal and stuffed it into his nostrils, looking at Bai Chuwei resentfully: 'Old Ancestor, why is this so fragrant? So smoky. ’

Bai Chuwei's eyes lit up: "The essence left by the fox, add some to the Meng Po soup to neutralize the stench."

I just don't know if Duan Xiuqi likes this wedding gift?