Chapter 49. Past Memories – Mu Jiulu: He Seemed Unaware of His Actions…

Mu Jiulu gradually discovered a new world: with just a change in tone, a single sentence could produce a completely different effect.

“Sui Sui, come eat.”

Gu Sui puffed out his cheeks: “I told you not to call me that!”

“But it sounds nice. I like it. Can I call you Sui Sui?”

The deliberately lowered and softened voice still carried a magnetic quality. When it reached Gu Sui’s ears, he couldn’t help but feel a tingle in his heart, while also feeling conflicted.

Baby is so good, but Sui Sui is really so cheesy!

“Sui Sui?”

Mu Jiulu’s fingertips twirled his hair, inadvertently brushing the hair ends across his jaw, bringing a tingling sensation.

“Alright, alright, you can call me that.”

Gu Sui gave in. Mu Jiulu’s lips curved slightly, and she couldn’t help but lean down to his ear and call him that three to five times.

“Sui Sui is so good.”

Gu Sui, immersed in this tenderness, felt like his whole being was about to ascend. A baby who knows how to be coquettish is a bit difficult to handle.

At the dining table, Sui Sui, hugging its little food bowl and munching on meat, looked at the two of them in confusion.

“Meow?”

Who was calling it?

Gu Sui was forced to accept this nickname, but he wouldn’t let her call him for nothing. His small hand circled her waist, and he planted several sticky kisses on her cheek, stubbornly calling her baby in return.

Can’t lose out!

Mu Jiulu: “…….”

He seemed unaware of how dangerous his actions were.

Never mind, let’s eat first.

Only with a full stomach can one have the energy to exercise.

The two sat down at the dining table. Gu Sui took advantage of her inattention to snatch back his artwork, hugging it preciously.

“Can’t let you keep it.”

What if she destroyed all evidence? He had drawn it with such effort, he wanted to take it back and frame it for permanent preservation!

Mu Jiulu’s temple twitched. Just as she raised her hand, she saw the alert young man swiftly place a stack of drawings behind him, watching her warily.

“What are you trying to do?”

Mu Jiulu lifted the lid covering the dishes. Seeing the young man guarding his food even more fiercely than Sui Sui, she smiled helplessly.

“I won’t snatch yours.”

Gu Sui slowly relaxed his guard and snorted.

Sui Sui on the table smelled an even more fragrant aroma. It raised its head from its little food bowl and eagerly reached out with its paw towards the plate of steamed shad fish.

“Don’t move.”

Seeing this, Mu Jiulu picked it up in one swoop, intending to throw it to the ground, but Gu Sui caught it.

“Be nice to it, don’t always throw it around.”

With Gu Sui’s support, Sui Sui’s front paws gripped the edge of the table. It lifted its little head towards Mu Jiulu, its blue eyes carrying a hint of defiance.

Mu Jiulu: “……”

“Meow~”

The little cat paw pointed towards the plate in the middle, and it started to meow softly in Gu Sui’s arms.

Want to eat fish fish want to eat fish fish!

Spoiled cats have the best life. Gu Sui smiled and picked a large piece of fish meat for it, carefully removing the bones. His warm palm stroked its little head.

“Let Sui Sui eat, a reward for being good this afternoon.”

Mu Jiulu beside them felt incredibly complex.

This big one and small one had been troubling her all afternoon, yet he was picking out bones for it. She didn’t even get such treatment!

Not only that, Gu Sui excitedly showed his artwork to Sui Sui.

“Sui Sui, look how cute you are?”

The little white cat in the drawing was also in Q version style, either perched on the young woman’s knee, slightly tilting its head, or curled up in the young woman’s arms, exposing its belly and rolling around.

Gu Sui’s favorite drawing was of the young woman and the cat with their foreheads touching.

It was just at sunset then, the last orange light falling through the window, illuminating their profiles, casting diamond-shaped window frame shadows, beautiful and dreamlike.

Looking at the simple Q version drawing before him, Gu Sui couldn’t help but recall the beautiful light and shadows of that moment. His fingertip tapped the drawing paper, and he couldn’t help but sigh.

“It’s too beautiful, baby is absolutely gorgeous!”

Mu Jiulu: “……”

Although she didn’t want to admit that the soft and cute little person in the drawing was her, but… who told Sui Sui to praise her?

She thoughtfully picked up some dishes and placed them in his bowl, speaking with both indulgence and helplessness.

“There will be plenty of time to look later. Eat first. Look, even Sui Sui knows to eat before playing.”

Gu Sui was indeed a bit hungry. He reluctantly put away the drawings and started to eat heartily.

His bowl was now piled high with fragrant roasted lamb, carved asparagus, and other vegetables he liked. Every dish suited his taste perfectly.

As Gu Sui ate, he felt a sense of familiarity. Some memories surfaced.

That bowl of radish soup from Dou Xing was also exceptionally suited to his preferences.

“Dou Xing is your shop, right?”

Gu Sui suddenly asked. Mu Jiulu’s hand paused for a moment.

“Mm.”

She looked into his eyes, afraid he might unpredictably get angry again, her eyes filled with worry.

Gu Sui lowered his eyelashes, his chopsticks poking at the rice in his bowl, inexplicably carrying a sense of fragmentation.

Mu Jiulu’s heart tightened, feeling a pang of distress.

“It’s not strange that you know my preferences, but that flavor is very unique. How did you replicate it?”

Mu Jiulu hadn’t expected him to ask this. She let out a deep breath.

“Before you make soup each time, you always cook some flour paste in the clay pot to repair small cracks. Although the taste doesn’t differ much from normal radish soup, there is still a slight difference.”

Mu Jiulu explained seriously. Gu Sui was confused for a moment.

“Were there cracks in the pot?”

He only remembered that Gu Shi would do this when making soup since he was young, so he tried it and found that soup made in a clay pot that had been cooked with flour paste and then cleaned indeed had that flavor. He had never noticed it was an issue with the pot.

“Of course there were. Once a clay pot cracks, it can’t be used anymore. Cooking some flour paste first is to repair small cracks. Even after washing, some flour paste remains in the cracks, so the soup cooked in it naturally tastes different from soup cooked in an intact pot.”

Gu Sui really hadn’t expected that not only did Mu Jiulu understand his preferences so thoroughly, but her observations of his daily cooking were also so meticulous.

“So I had the kitchen at Dou Xing prepare such a cracked clay pot, specifically for making soup for you.”

Mu Jiulu added. Gu Sui suddenly felt a bit dazed and spoke wistfully.

“If it weren’t for the fact that the previous Gu Sui didn’t like this soup, you probably would have never been exposed.”

Mu Jiulu’s heart skipped a beat, not wanting to bring up this topic.

“Sui Sui, can we not think about this anymore? I did everything according to your requests this afternoon. Hasn’t this matter been settled?”

Gu Sui frowned and shook his head. Mu Jiulu’s eyes darkened.

Was he still not completely appeased?

“I thought of something. You said Gu Sui and I are the same person, but our preferences seem different.”

So that’s why he was frowning. Mu Jiulu couldn’t help but feel relieved.

“Haven’t you noticed? Except for this soup, your preferences are exactly the same.”

“Then why is it different only for this soup… Ah, I know, because of Gu Shi.”

Gu Sui suddenly realized: “I actually don’t like radish either, but because of Gu Shi, I came to like this soup.”

“However, Gu Sui never met Gu Shi, so he still disliked radish as always. So, if our life experiences are completely different, are we really the same person?”

Mu Jiulu said with certainty: “Of course you are. You should have noticed yourself, you originally lived in a peaceful era, but you were at ease on the battlefield.”

“Because that’s already an instinct ingrained in your bones. Apart from personality, your habits are also identical to Gu Sui’s.”

Gu Sui thought about it and realized it did seem to be the case, but he had new doubts.

“If we are indeed the same person, then why were we initially split into two parts?”

He looked up at Mu Jiulu, his peach blossom eyes serious and solemn.

“You understand this so clearly, do you know something?”

Mu Jiulu’s lips parted slightly, not having expected the topic to progress to this point, unsure where to begin.

Her deep gaze moved slightly downward, landing on his thumb.

Gu Sui also followed her gaze, put down his chopsticks, and removed the bone thumb ring.

The patterns on it gleamed coldly in the candlelight, appearing somewhat eerie.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. In the silent air, only the rustling sound of Sui Sui eating could be heard.

“Let me tell you a story too.”

After a long silence, Mu Jiulu suddenly spoke, her voice clean and slightly deep, faintly carrying a chill.

“Mm, okay.”

“Once upon a time, there was a magical place where countless deities lived. They revered an Immortal Lord who possessed supreme magical powers and excellent fortune, guarding the entire celestial realm.”

This bizarre story opening left Gu Sui feeling a bit confused, yet there was also a strange sense of familiarity rising from the bottom of his heart.

Her voice seemed to have a kind of magic, unconsciously drawing him in.

“This world not only had the celestial realm but also a place that belonged to the demon realm. There was a young demon lord who ruled over tens of thousands of demons. People all said demons were born evil, bloodthirsty, and murderous, but this young demon lord was not like that.”

“He was born pure and kind, but he was born with the supreme heart bone power of the demon race, so he was revered as the demon lord.”

“He liked to wear all black, with the unique thorn pattern of the demon realm on it. But this pattern representing the demon race, when worn on him, made him look spirited and bright, not dark at all.”

The corners of Mu Jiulu’s lips curved into a slight arc, her clear and transparent eyes flashing with reminiscence, dark and glimmering.

“He was very cute. After taking the throne, he restrained his people and stopped the killing. He also liked to run around everywhere, traveling through the six realms, just like the most innocent youth in the mortal world.”

“Once, he ventured alone into the celestial realm. Relying on his heart bone power, he wasn’t discovered. He even sneaked into the divine palace where the Immortal Lord resided.”

“The celestial realm was covered in clouds and mist, formed by spiritual essence. The spiritual essence in the Immortal Lord’s divine palace was extremely dense. He didn’t understand that those clouds and mist were spiritual essence, so he hid in them for concealment, feeling very proud of himself.”

Suddenly, a hint of lazy and casual playfulness appeared in her frost-wind-soaked-moon-like voice. Mu Jiulu’s cinnabar lips opened and closed.

“But he didn’t know that the Immortal Lord in the palace could easily detect anomalies from a single strand of spiritual essence. From the moment he entered the divine palace, he was already exposed under her eyes.”