Ye Qingtian found the kitchen of Yan Mansion and took down all the fresh meat and vegetables in the carriage.

Qingge opened his eyes curiously and saw Ye Qingtian coming in with a fat chicken.

"The chickens raised by grandpa are all grandpa's treasures. Whoever dares to touch will fight for his life." Ye Qingtian picked up the kitchen knife and began to kill the chickens.

The Ye Mansion in Beiyue was turned into a farm and pasture by Ye Qingtian. All the abandoned land was reclaimed, and all kinds of vegetables were planted, and chicken, duck, fish and meat were also raised. Usually, others dare not approach it, and they rely on Ye Qingtian to feed and sow all the people alone.

Everyone in Ye Mansion knew that the vegetables, chickens and ducks in the garden had to wait until Ye Qingge came back before they could be slaughtered.

Ye Qingtian’s favor for Qingge is unmatched by others.

Ye Qingtian always felt that he had owed Qingge. In the past ten years, he had never protected Ye Qingge well, which led to Ye Qingge being bullied by those people.

This is always a thorn that is inserted into Ye Qingtian's heart and can never be pulled out.

The kitchen door was opened, and Yan Xiaowu walked in, her eyes were erratic.

As soon as I passed by the kitchen road, I smelled the tempting fragrance. After hesitating for a long time, I decided to come in.

"I heard that your grandfather is here? Let me take a look." Yan Xiaowu wrapped his hands around his chest, carrying a hidden dragon painting halberd on his back, glanced at Qingge and said.

Ye Qingtian: "..."

Let her take a look?

Why does this become more uncomfortable the more you hear?

"Are you interested in my grandfather?" Qingge was surprised.

"I heard that your grandfather is the best cooking?" Yan Xiaowu asked back.

“The taste is indeed amazing.”

"Who knows whether it is true or not? I don't believe it." Yan Xiaowu said contemptuously.

Qingge pulled her face, "Will you judge it later?"

A smile appeared on Yan Xiaowu's face, and then he reacted. Yan Xiaowu groaned, put away his laughter, and looked serious, "Then I will just take a few bites. The ugly words are ahead, and those garbage cannot get into my mouth."

Qingge was helpless and said it if he wanted to eat...

Ye Qingtian looked at Yan Xiaowu and asked, "Who is this girl?"

"Yan Xiaowu." Qingge said.

Ye Qingtian raised his eyebrows, and he also heard of Yan Xiaowu's name. He was young and wandering around the world, worshipped in the name of the Hidden Master, with extraordinary strength and talent, and was a genius of the Yan family.

Ye Qingtian held a kitchen knife in his hand and started killing the chicken. "There is a point of killing the chicken. You have to cut the chicken's neck cleanly, put the blood clean, then boil the chicken for a while, and then pluck the chicken's feathers..."

Yan Xiaowu clamped his legs and his facial features were wrinkled together, "It's so cruel."

Qingge ignored Yan Xiaowu and walked to Ye Qingtian to help Ye Qingtian.

It takes a long time to stew the chicken. During this process, Ye Qingtian stir-fry other dishes.

Qingge helped wash vegetables and occasionally ate two pieces.

Yan Xiaowu swallowed, stood aside, frowned, "You don't like to clean yourself too much, how can you eat with your hands?"

Qingge looked at Yan Xiaowu and felt that his headache was about to occur.

Didn’t it mean that Yan Xiaowu killed someone like a slap?

Why are you as nagging as a swamp beast?

Could it be that they are relatives to the swamp beast?

Yan Xiaowu stood against the door and muttered from time to time, "When can I eat it? There are enough dishes, just stir-fry a few for me."

Ye Qingtian rolled his eyes at Yan Xiaowu, "It's not for you to stir-fry it. What are you muttering? My family songs didn't even say they were hungry."

"Hey, Ye Qingge, they said you are leaving the Yan family?" Yan Xiaowu asked.

"This is indeed the case."

"When will you leave? I will sharpen the knife later and kill Yan Houyong." Yan Xiaowu said.

"Let's go tomorrow." Qingge said.

"Who is Yan Houyong?" Ye Qingtian asked curiously, who is this little girl angrily trying to kill?

"My father." Yan Xiaowu walked to the stove, picked up a bun, ate it, and said lightly.

Ye Qingtian: "..." What's this? How could my daughter think about killing her father every day? It's better for his little song, gentle, virtuous, and understanding.

"Oh, he is not my father. My father will die long ago, and he will die even if he doesn't die." Yan Xiaowu finished eating the buns and said in a cold tone.

Ye Qingtian didn't want to talk to Yan Xiaowu anymore, but felt that Yan Xiaowu's heart was distorted and dark.

This meal was done until late at night.

Late at night.

"If you're hungry, take a few sips of the soup first." Ye Qingtian gave Qingge, and Yan Xiaowu and others served the soup.

Qingge took a sip of the soup, and when she heard a whisper, she looked up and saw Yan Xiaowu finishing his drink in one sip, and the chicken in the bowl was swallowed up. She put the empty bowl that was bottomed out on the stove and said, "Continue."

Ye Qingtian frowned, "I felt cruel when I killed the chicken, but why don't I feel cruel now?"

"Dieting from my mouth is the honor of the chicken. All things grow, and it is worth it." Yan Xiaowu said seriously.

Ye Qingtian then served Yan Xiaowu a bowl of soup, but in a moment, Yan Xiaowu drank it all.

Ye Qingtian pressed the lid of the pot and said, "No more, no more drink."

"Old man, there is obviously still." Yan Xiaowu gritted his teeth and handed the bowl to Ye Qingtian.

"I haven't had a few sips of Ge'er yet, so you can go cool down. It's your honor to give you two bowls, so don't even think you're insatiable." Ye Qingtian protected the lid of the pot like a hen protecting a calf, for fear that Yan Xiaowu would drink the soup in the pot.

"No, I want to drink."

"No matter how nonsense, be careful not to give you other dishes."

After hearing Ye Qingtian say this, Yan Xiaowu calmed down.

Soon, Fuxi and Bai Meier also came and brought dozens of dishes to Youlan Garden.

Qingge looked at the dishes, then looked at Ye Qingtian again.

After three years, Ye Qingtian has grown much older.

Ye Qingtian no longer loves to practice, and he always thinks about how to improve his cooking skills all day long.

"Qingge, Grandpa has learned to make wine, plum wine, this time I brought you a jar of plum wine." Ye Qingtian took out a jar of plum wine from the carriage.

Qingge opened the seal and the taste was mellow.

She looked at Ye Qingtian, full of melancholy.

The two returned to Youlan Garden, and there were a table of delicious dishes, and everyone ate them with relish.

Sweep it away.

Among them, Yan Xiaowu's speed of eating meat is simply jaw-dropping.

She swallowed half of the dozens of dishes alone.

Ye Qingtian's eyes were so sad.

After eating and drinking, Bai Meier prepared a room for Ye Qingtian to stay.

Before returning to the room, Ye Qingtian said: "Ge'er, go back to Beiyue with grandpa tomorrow."

"good."

“…”

Ye Qingtian's eyes were strange. He turned his head and walked into the room, with his back bleak.

Qingge smiled bitterly.

She could never be with Ye Qingtian, so that he would no longer be lonely. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!