Ye Qingtian found Yan's kitchen and took down all the fresh meat and vegetables from the carriage.
Qingge opened her eyes curiously and saw Ye Qingtian coming in carrying a fat chicken.
"Grandpa raised chickens. These are grandpa's treasures. If anyone dares to touch them, grandpa will fight with his life." Ye Qingtian picked up the kitchen knife skillfully and started to kill the chickens.
Beiyue's Ye Mansion has been turned into a farm and pasture by Ye Qingtian. The abandoned land has been reclaimed, and various vegetables have been planted. Chickens, ducks, and fish are also raised. Normally, others don't dare to approach. All the food and seeds are fed and sown.
Ye Qingtian is alone.
Everyone in Yefu knew that all the vegetables, chickens and ducks in the garden could only be slaughtered after Ye Qingge came back.
No one else can understand Ye Qingtian's love for Qingge.
Ye Qingtian has always felt that he owed Qingge. In the past ten years, he never protected Ye Qingge properly, which resulted in Ye Qingge being bullied by those people.
This has always been a thorn in Ye Qingtian's heart, a thorn that can never be removed.
The kitchen door was opened and Yan Xiaowu walked in, her eyes wandering.
When I passed by the kitchen just now, I smelled the tempting fragrance. After hesitating for a long time, I decided to come in.
"I heard that your grandpa is here? Let me take a look." Yan Xiaowu crossed his hands on his chest, carrying a hidden dragon halberd on his back, glanced at Qing Ge, and said.
Ye Qingtian: "..."
Let her take a look?
Why is it that the more I hear this, the more uncomfortable I feel?
"Are you interested in my grandpa?" Qing Ge was surprised.
"I heard that your grandpa is an excellent cook?" Yan Xiaowu asked.
“The taste is truly outstanding.”
"Who knows if it's true or not? I don't believe it." Yan Xiaowu said contemptuously.
Qingge twitched her face, "Then you will be the judge later?"
A smile appeared on Yan Xiaowu's face, and then he reacted. Yan Xiaowu snorted, put away his smile, and said with a serious face, "Then I will forcefully eat a few mouthfuls. The ugly words will come first. Those rubbish can't get into my body."
Oral."
Qing Ge is helpless, just say so if you want to eat...
Ye Qingtian looked at Yan Xiaowu and asked, "Who is this girl?"
"Yan Xiaowu." Qingge said.
Ye Qingtian raised his eyebrows. He had also heard of Yan Xiaowu's name. He was young, wandered around the world, and worshiped the name of the hidden lord. He had extraordinary strength and extraordinary talents. He was a genius of the Yan family.
Ye Qingtian held a kitchen knife in his hand and started to kill the chicken, "There is a certain point in killing a chicken. You have to stab the chicken's neck cleanly, drain out the blood, scald the chicken in boiling water for a while, and then pluck the feathers..."
Yan Xiaowu clamped his legs together and his facial features wrinkled together, "It's so cruel."
Qingge ignored Yan Xiaowu, walked to Ye Qingtian's side, and helped Ye Qingtian.
Stewing chicken takes a long time, and during this process, Ye Qingtian stir-fries other vegetables.
Qingge helped wash the vegetables and occasionally ate two pieces.
Yan Xiaowu swallowed his saliva and stood aside, frowning, "You are too clean-minded, how can you eat it with your hands?"
Qingge looked at Yan Xiaowu and felt like she was about to have a headache.
Didn’t you say that Yan Xiaowu was murderous?
Why are you as verbose as a swamp beast?
Could it be that he is related to Swamp Beast?
Yan Xiaowu stood leaning against the door, muttering from time to time, "When can we eat it? There are enough dishes here, just fry a few for me."
Ye Qingtian rolled his eyes at Yan Xiaowu, "I'm not fired for you. What are you talking about? My Geer didn't even say he was hungry."
"Hey, Ye Qingge, they said you are leaving the Yan family?" Yan Xiaowu asked.
"It's true."
"When are you leaving? I'll sharpen the knife later and kill Yan Houyong." Yan Xiaowu said.
"Let's go tomorrow." He sang softly.
"Who is Yan Houyong?" Ye Qingtian asked curiously, who did this little girl want to kill in anger?
"My dad." Yan Xiaowu walked to the stove, picked up a bun naturally, took a bite, and said lightly.
Ye Qingtian: "..." What the hell is this? How can a daughter think about killing her father every day? His little Ge'er is better, gentle, virtuous, and considerate.
"Oh, he is not my father. My father has died a long time ago. If not, he must die." Yan Xiaowu finished eating the buns and said in a cold tone.
Ye Qingtian didn't want to talk to Yan Xiaowu anymore, he just felt that Yan Xiaowu's heart was twisted and dark.
This meal was made for the whole night.
Late at night.
"You're hungry, let's take a few sips of soup first." Ye Qingtian sang softly, while Yan Xiaowu and the others filled the soup.
Qing Ge took a sip of the soup and heard a popping sound. She looked up and saw Yan Xiaowu finishing the drink in one gulp and swallowing all the chicken in the bowl. She put the empty bowl on the stove.
, said: "Continue."
Ye Qingtian frowned, "I felt cruel when I killed the chicken. Why don't I feel cruel now?"
"It's a chicken's honor to die in my mouth. All things grow, so it's worth every penny." Yan Xiaowu said seriously.
Ye Qingtian then gave Yan Xiaowu a bowl of soup, but Yan Xiaowu drank it all in just a moment.
Ye Qingtian pressed the lid of the pot and said, "It's gone. Don't drink anymore."
"Old man, there's obviously more." Yan Xiaowu gritted his teeth and handed the bowl to Ye Qingtian.
"I haven't had a few sips of Ge'er yet. You can cool off while you go. It's your honor to give you two bowls. Don't even think about being greedy." Ye Qingtian protected the pot lid like a hen guarding a calf, fearing that Yan Xiaowu would get rid of the pot.
The soup was drunk.
"No, I want to drink."
"If you keep fooling around, I won't let you eat any other dishes."
Hearing what Ye Qingtian said, Yan Xiaowu calmed down.
Not long after, Fu Xi and Bai Mei'er also came and brought dozens of dishes to Youlan Courtyard.
Qing Ge looked at the dishes and then at Ye Qingtian.
In three years, Ye Qingtian has aged a lot.
Ye Qingtian no longer loves practicing and thinks about how to improve his cooking skills all day long.
"Qing Ge, grandpa has learned how to make wine. I have brought a jar of plum wine for you this time." Ye Qingtian took out a jar of plum wine from the carriage.
Open the seal with a light song, and the taste is mellow.
She looked at Ye Qingtian, filled with melancholy.
The two of them returned to Orchid Courtyard, where there was a table full of delicious food, which everyone ate with gusto.
Sweep away.
Among them, Yan Xiaowu eats meat at a speed that is simply jaw-dropping.
She devoured half of the dozens of dishes by herself.
Ye Qingtian's eyes looked sad.
After eating and drinking, Bai Meier prepared a room for Ye Qingtian to stay in.
Before returning to the room, Ye Qingtian said: "Ge'er, I will go back to Beiyue with my grandpa tomorrow."
"good."
"..."
Ye Qingtian's eyes looked strange. He turned around and walked into the room, his back looking bleak.
Qing Ge smiled wryly.
She could never stay with Ye Qingtian to make him no longer lonely.