After working hard outside for so many days, Qin Feng finally returned to Qin Mansion.
After bathing and changing clothes, he lay down heavily on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
When he opened his eyes again, it was already dark, and the lady in white was sitting beside the bed, waiting quietly.
"How long have I slept?" Qin Feng pinched his eyebrows, most of the previous fatigue had faded away.
"I slept for about three hours." Liu Jianli replied softly.
"It's been so long." Qin Feng slowly sat up and asked, "Madam, why are you here?"
"I heard from Ningshuang that you haven't had a good meal for a long time, so I thought of cooking something for you." Liu Jianli's red lips parted slightly, and when she spoke, a touch of pink touched the tips of her ears.
When she returned to Liu Mansion earlier, Qin Feng was called away by her father, so her mother took her and told her many things about how husband and wife should get along.
One of them is - if you want to capture a man's heart, you must first capture his stomach.
At this moment, Liu Jianli could still remember her mother's proud look when she recalled it.
My mother said that it was her cooking skills that allowed her to hold her father firmly in her hand.
Thinking of this, Liu Jianli took a breath and brought the dinner plate on the table behind him to Qin Feng.
"Did you make all of these yourself?" Qin Feng's eyes widened, a little surprised.
"Yeah." Liu Jianli nodded slightly and responded softly in his nasal voice.
The food is not much, but it is exquisite and the presentation is good.
A bowl of noodles, a bowl of pork belly, two vegetables, and a soup, you can say that you have everything you need.
The most important thing is that Qin Feng originally thought that his wife was the kind of goddess who had no fingers in the spring water and only wanted to pursue the magic of martial arts and swordsmanship.
But he didn't expect that his wife would go into the kitchen to do this for him.
"Madam." Qin Feng choked up, he was really moved.
"This is the first time I've made these. Try it. How does it taste?" Liu Jianli brushed the hair beside her ear and asked Xiafei's cheeks softly.
Qin Feng couldn't wait to pick up the rice bowl, and while using his chopsticks, he said: "How can my wife's cooking skills be so bad? Let me try this ruddy pork belly first, eh, seriously. eh?"
As he chewed it in his mouth, he realized something was wrong. Although the pork looked good, it tasted so strange.
To describe it, it feels like a candy jar exploding in your mouth.
Looking at his wife's expectant eyes, Qin Feng forcibly swallowed the braised pork, and then gave a thumbs up: "I have never tasted braised pork that impressed me so deeply. It is really unique in the world!"
I'll try these two green vegetables again, they look very appetizing."
As for vegetables, even if they taste strange, they won’t be hard to swallow, right?
Qin Feng thought this in his heart, then put the green vegetables into his mouth, and then his whole body was messy in the wind.
Why is sugar added to stir-fried vegetables? What kind of dark cuisine is this?
"How?" Liu Jianli asked again.
Qin Feng smiled very reluctantly: "It tastes great!"
Hearing this, Liu Jianli smiled like a flower: "Try this bowl of soup again, I've been brewing it for a long time."
"Okay." Qin Feng swallowed a sip of saliva, took a spoonful of it and put it into his mouth, then shed tears.
As expected, there is a lot of sugar in the soup!
This is more like sugar water than soup.
Liu Jianli saw this and asked softly: "What's wrong? But the soup doesn't taste good?"
Qin Feng wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes: "I've never had such a delicious soup, so I'm a little touched."
After saying this, he didn't care about anything else, and emptied all the vegetables and food in one go.
At least, this noodle is still normal.
After the plates were clean, Qin Feng took a sip of tea and prayed in his heart that he would never get diabetes.
He held Jianli's hand and said earnestly: "Madam, it's better not to go into the kitchen in the future, the fumes there are too strong.
Moreover, if I eat such delicious meals often in the future, I won’t be able to eat anything else.”
Liu Jianli nodded slightly: "I understand. If you still want to eat next time, just tell me."
"Yeah." Qin Feng nodded heavily.
After leaving the room with the dinner plate, Lan Ningshuang couldn't wait to step forward, glanced at the empty plate, and smiled: "Miss, your cooking skills are really good, I've finished everything!"
Liu Jianli took out a piece of white paper from her arms and replied softly: "Thanks to the recipe my mother gave me, I made it according to the recipe above."
This is somewhat beyond Lan Ningshuang's expectation: "Madam actually has such ability? Miss, can I see the recipe?"
"Can."
Lan Ningshuang took the recipe and glanced at it, then showed a slightly strange look: "Miss, why do you add so many spoons of sugar to these dishes?"
"My mother told me that sugar can enhance the freshness and flavor, so the more the better. It was the same in the meals she cooked for my father back then. Every time my father finished eating, he was full of praises."
Lan Ningshuang didn't know how to cook, so she could only nod her head confusedly: "I see, are there any leftovers of these meals? I also want to try the Madam's ancestral craftsmanship!"
Liu Jianli shook his head when he heard this: "No more."
"Ah? That's such a pity." Lan Ningshuang looked regretful.
When he woke up the next morning, Qin Feng was still a little nauseous. Yesterday's dark cooking almost caused his psychological defense to collapse.
Fortunately, for the sake of his beautiful wife, he finally persisted.
When he came to the lobby, the table was piled with breakfast food, but no one started to move their chopsticks, obviously waiting for him.
He sat next to Liu Jianli, who thoughtfully filled a bowl of porridge for him.
Qin Feng's hands visibly trembled as he took the bowl of porridge. Could this porridge be made by the lady, too?
He glanced at his second brother not far away, who had already begun to enjoy his meal and didn't show any strange behavior.
Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief and just moved his chopsticks.
Yeah, it's a normal taste.
"By the way, I have to go to Liu Mansion today for something, so I won't be back for lunch."
"What happened?" Dad asked curiously.
It was naturally impossible for Qin Feng to hide anything from his own family, so he told the truth about the gunpowder.
Dad put down his bowls and chopsticks with a solemn expression.
"If gunpowder is really as magical as you say, then it must be taken seriously.
You just said that you want to cooperate with the imperial court, the army, and the Demon Slayer Division. On the imperial side, you can rely on the elders of the Shen Workshop, and on the army side, you can borrow the Shenhou Army of the Liu family.
Where is the Demon Slayer Division? Do you have any connections?"
Qin Feng replied truthfully: "I don't have much confidence in the Demon Slayer Division. I can only rely on Mr. Zhou's recommendation letter and my relationship with Senior Gun Immortal and Sword Kuang."
Dad nodded and asked again: "When will we go to the Demon Slayer Division?"
Qin Feng thought for a moment. If he went to Liu's house during the day, he would be slaughtered by the guy disguised as a man at night.
"Let's do it tomorrow, I'll have more time tomorrow."