Demon Fox Matchmaker: I am Third Master Tushan

Following Tu Shanyu into the kitchen, Wang Xiuer did not go up to help, but just watched curiously on the side.

She usually rarely eats noodles, has not seen boiled noodles, and spends most of her time studying magic weapons.

When I was bored, I made a magic weapon specially used to cook.

As long as you put the desired dishes and seasonings in advance, they can be automatically generated, and you can also choose the sweet and sour taste according to your personal taste.

I threw it casually to my brother, who was not useful, and I heard that it was mass-produced later, and I sold it and made a profit.

However, Wang Xiuer has no concept of money and does not care much.

As the young lady of the Wang family, like Jade Yuling, she usually does not cook by herself.

It belongs to the kind of ten-fingered spring water that does not stain the sun.

But it is not as arrogant as those so-called celebrities in high society, after all, research on new magic weapons will often have accidents.

He often made himself disgraced, and several times he was even hospitalized with serious injuries.

Sensing Wang Xiu'er's gaze behind him, Tu Shanyu, who was cooking noodles, turned around and asked.

"Want to learn?"

"I'll teach you."

He didn't expect that Wang Xiuer was from a wealthy family, but she didn't have the shelf of the eldest lady at all, and she was very interested in boiling noodles.

Unlike Jade Ling, who can only move his mouth, it is really rare.

In the face of people who like to learn, Tu Shanyu does not mind teaching it.

In the future, I don't need him to cook it all the time, and it can be easier.

Who knew that Wang Xiuer shook her head.

"I'm lazy with my skills, why should I learn?"

It makes sense, Tu Shanyu couldn't refute it.

Damn, is this the world of the rich?

You don't have to work hard to eat delicious food.

Let him be envious.

Originally, I also had it, but I regret losing it until now.

If God gave him another chance, he would have to eat enough of the big pig's trotters when he went back in time.

Remembering the poor life now, the corner of Tu Shanyu's mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but sigh.

I feel that Wang Xiuer's righteous appearance is a bit similar to Bai Yue.

The first time he encountered this kind of eldest lady who did not play according to the routine, he felt a little embarrassed.

The eldest lady and the poor are simply two worlds, lacking a common language.

For a moment, the atmosphere became dull again, and the two did not speak again.

Seeing that Tu Shanyu stopped talking, Wang Xiu'er felt a little bored, and asked seemingly casually.

"Tu Shanyu, let me ask you, have you really loved her before?"

Tu Shanyu, who was concentrating on boiling noodles, suddenly heard this bold and straightforward question, and almost poured all the salt into it with a shake of his hand.

"Why do you ask that?"

He did not want to answer the question head-on.

Wang Xiu'er stretched out a finger, pointed it on her lips, and looked up at the ceiling.

"Why?"

"Probably unwilling."

"Maybe that's what she didn't ask, a lifelong regret."

"After the reincarnation of that year, you have not seen each other again."

Tu Shanyu fell silent.

When he woke up, he had completely forgotten that there was still a person in this world who was drunk with kingly power.

Only a red bat-like mask remained, side by side with his fox mask on the grass.

There is a line of small Juanxiu print on it.

The mask is lifted, but your heart cannot be uncovered.

In the end, I still didn't have the courage to ask that sentence.

In a thousand years, if you can see me again, can you tell me?

It turned out that the person who should have existed in his memory wanted to ask such a simple question before disappearing.

This was something Tu Shanyu did not expect.

"You wait for me."

Without waiting for Wang Xiu'er to react, Tu Shanyu went out.

She stood in place stunned, and until the setting sun, she didn't see Tu Shanyu.

The corners of Wang Xiuer's mouth showed a hint of self-deprecation.

"Silly girl, is this what you want?"

"A thousand years ago, you chose to escape."

"A thousand years later, he also chose to escape."

"You with him."

"No, we are all the same..." Wang

Xiu'er was suddenly a little frustrated, and did not want to stay in Tushan anymore, and after that, she should concentrate on studying magic weapons for the rest of her life.

Only a magic weapon that seems cold and has no vitality can accompany you for a lifetime.

Just when she wanted to go out, she was greeted by Tu Shanyu who was sweating profusely and hurriedly running over.

His face, covered in dust, was still panting.

"Here you go."

Tu Shanyu reached out and handed Wang Xiuer a mask.

"This is..." Wang Xiu'er's gaze was a little complicated.

She recognized it as the red bat-like mask that the king had worn a thousand years ago.

"It's been a thousand years, the memory is gone, and you actually keep it."

Tu Shanyu looked down at the mask.

"The person I want to leave this mask must be important to me."

"If I lose even this mask, I may never find the person who is important to me again."

"So..." "

I have been using demon power to preserve it and not let it disappear with the passage of time, just to return it to the owner of the mask one day."

Tu Shanyu said this, slightly paused.

"You turn the mask over, my answer to her is written on it just now."

Wang Xiu'er took a deep breath and calmed her heart that was beating faster.

Reach out and take the mask and slowly turn it over.

When you see those words behind the mask.

Wang Xiuer's face couldn't help but have two lines of tears.

"Strange, obviously the answer she wants, how can I cry?"

She kept wiping the corners of her eyes hard, but she still couldn't control the tears from welling up.

"You idiot, does it take that much time to find a mask?"

"I thought you..." "

Do you know, it's rude to make girls wait so long."

"Don't do this next time."

Wang Quan waited for a thousand years, and finally waited for Tu Shanyu's answer.

Whether this answer meets her expectations is no longer important.

The important thing is that she, as the drunken reincarnation of Wang Quan, sees this answer through her own eyes.

After thousands of years, the words that dared not be asked, finally had an answer.