"What happened?" Ye Xiruo looked at Xiu Qiyu, who had a murderous look on his face, and Hua Rong, who had an embarrassed expression, with some suspicion. Something was fishy.

Hua Rong turned her face away and pointed to the kitchen.

Ye Xiruo glanced at it with some suspicion. Fortunately, it was intact, at least outwardly there was nothing wrong with it. But upon closer inspection, Ye Xiruo immediately sneezed loudly. What was that smell? It was so pungent, the smell of burnt food mixed with the over-burning smell of chili peppers, Sichuan peppercorns, and other seasonings.

Ye Xiruo felt a sense of foreboding. What had happened?

Lifting the curtain, the inside was pitch black. The pots and pans that had been neatly arranged were now scattered on the floor, and several bowls were broken.

Ye Xiruo's eyes seemed to be spitting fire. The kitchen hadn't caught fire, but the situation was much worse. Look at the half-bowl of burnt oil in the large pot, with a bunch of black, shapeless things floating on top, emitting a pungent smell.

Half a bag of flour had spilled, and a lot of rice had been wasted. As for the seasonings, there was only a small amount left at the bottom of the bottle. This second senior brother was a kitchen killer; how could Seventh Brother still trust him to handle dinner? Ye Xiruo was completely bewildered.

She decided that she would definitely cut back on her second brother's dinner tonight, no matter what.

"Aren't you going in to help?" Hua Rong secretly glanced at Xiu Qiyu, who gave her a cold look: "It seems like you also played a part in this!"

"You can't just stand by and watch someone die. I at least caught the fish that Yezi likes to eat."

"Then what?"

"To make amends, it's all Qingzhiyi's fault."

"Are you sure?" Xiu Qiyu's expression was somewhat strange.

"Otherwise what?" Hua Rong had just finished speaking when she felt a chilling wind behind her, and she could also hear the sound of air being cut.

Hua Rong stiffly turned her head and saw Qing Zhiyi's murderous face.

"Brother Qing, this is a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding." Hua Rong's smile looked more like he was about to cry.

"Ye Zi already knows."

Xiu Qiyu nodded: "Go and help tidy up."

"Yes, Senior Brother."

Seeing this, Hua Rong said, "I'll go clean the fish."

So, Xiu Qiyu and Ye Xiruo brewed a pot of tea in the courtyard and enjoyed the snacks that Ye Xiruo had made when she was bored, feeling incredibly relaxed and at ease.

As Hua Rong cleaned the fish by the river, he muttered to himself, "This is the first time in my life I've done such rough work." However, Ye Zi caught his eye. This pretty little girl, who looked only twelve or thirteen, had a smile that seemed to stir the soul. And, based on his innate intuition, he sensed that Ye Xiruo wasn't as ordinary as she appeared.

The icy-faced man beside her was definitely no more than twenty years old, yet his strength made him tremble with fear. Such a genius must be renowned throughout the continent. He had never seen Xiu Qiyu fight, so he didn't know Xiu Qiyu's identity, but he had already ruled out several other prodigies. Until today, when he saw Qing Zhiyi, the legendary Son of the Wind God, the youngest son of the Qing family patriarch, who possessed a single-element mutated wind spirit root from a young age, possessing the highest rank of emperor, surpassing the entire Qing family, and thus was pampered from childhood to adulthood.

But ever since he joined the Falling Clouds Valley and met that legendary person, all his pride vanished. That person was so outstanding that he left all geniuses in despair, including Qing Zhiyi.

Rumor has it that Qing Zhiyi was depressed for a period of time and almost gave up on cultivation. However, she managed to get a good meal from Xiu Qiyu, which brought her back to her senses and made her determined to follow in Xiu Qiyu's footsteps.

Xiao Yezi and Xiu Qiyu have a very close relationship. What is their relationship? Hua Rong was very curious, but she still didn't have the courage to be presumptuous in front of Xiu Qiyu.

In the kitchen, Qingzhiyi was also heartbroken. She even had an impulse to blow a gust of wind away all of this!

However, thinking about the consequences of doing so, Qingzhiyi still shrank back; he didn't want to be beaten to death by his senior brother.

"Should I go help?" Ye Xiruo's fair fingers unconsciously rubbed the smooth teacup.

Seeing this, Xiu Qiyu stood up and said, "You sit down and rest. I'll go take a look."

Qingzhiyi's solution was simple: throw all the dirty, unusable items into a discarded storage bag, which she could then simply throw away later. As for the large pot? Replace it with a new one. And the kettle with the huge hole from the fire? Throw it away and get a new one. And the greasy floor? It seemed impossible to peel it off.

"Senior Brother." When did you arrive? How much of what happened just now did you see?

"Not bad. Just a heads up, water."

White frost quickly covered the ground, freezing all the dirt and water. Qingzhiyi watched in astonishment; her senior brother's skills had improved again.

As the ice magically disappeared from Xiu Qiyu's fingertips, the entire kitchen, except for the slightly lower temperature, was spotless and undamaged.

"Can you do it in ten minutes?"

Xiu Qiyu went straight out, and Hua Rong returned with several cleaned fish.

Ye Xiruo's eyes lit up immediately: "You've come back just in time. Give me the fish and you can rest."

Small leaves are better, unlike some people who always exude a chilling aura.

"Well done." There wasn't a speck of dust, and Ye Xiruo was very satisfied.

"Second Brother, I'm giving you a difficult task."

Qingzhiyi felt a chill run down her spine: "What mission?"

"Cut this fish into slices three fingers wide and this thick. Mince this fish, and keep the head for me."

"Okay." Ye Xiruo watched, her eyes dazzled. The wind was invisible and silent, yet incredibly sharp. Qing Zhiyi had sliced ​​the meat perfectly in less than a minute, each slice the same thickness and length. Ye Xiruo was so shocked she couldn't utter a word. If this guy wasn't so destructive, he was practically born to be a chef!

As for the minced meat, it opened Ye Xiruo's eyes wide. Countless tiny wind blades continuously cut and crushed the fish meat. This time, it took a little over a minute for a small bowl of minced meat to be chopped and placed in the bowl.

Ye Xiruo's eyes lit up: "Can you do carving?"

Qingzhiyi nodded and, as instructed by Ye Xiruo, quickly began carving patterns on the fish. Once it was fried, the effect would be visible.

"Alright, Second Brother, you've really worked hard. You must eat more tonight."

Hearing Ye Xiruo's words, Qing Zhiyi finally felt relieved and no longer worried about her senior brother's coldness.