Bian Yujing's residence in Guangcheng was also a detached villa, larger than the one in Pingjiang. The layout and decoration were the same. The basement had been converted into a laboratory, and there were three refrigerators. The freezer was filled with black plastic bags. It was roughly estimated that there were at least eight people, all of whom were missing their heads and other parts.

In the evening, Fang Yanming came to the Ye family for dinner, and Lu Mo was also there. Ye Mingcheng's cooking skills are pretty good now, and he can make a few decent dishes, such as spicy duck head, stewed pork with tofu knots, steamed pork with rice flour, braised crucian carp, and fish head tofu. These dishes are not complicated to make and are all delicious. Ye Mingcheng did a good job.

Tonight, because Ye Qingqing wanted to eat stewed pork with tofu knots, Ye Mingcheng started stewing it at noon, simmering it slowly over low heat. He also added a few eggs because Xiaotong loves stewed pork with eggs. After stewing it for a whole day, the meat flavor had seeped into the eggs, making the meat less delicious.

To make the eggs more flavorful, Ye Mingcheng carefully poked many small holes with a toothpick. Now he has become a perfect stay-at-home husband. Apart from seeing a doctor every day, his greatest pleasure is learning new dishes and enjoying it immensely.

He also made chive boxes, which Wuchen loves to eat, and put a lot of eggs in them. Actually, eggs are a kind of meat, but most eggs nowadays are infertile and don't count as living things, so it's okay to eat them. Besides, Wuchen is still a child and needs to get some nutrition, otherwise he won't grow tall if he only eats vegetarian food.

Because Fang Yanming enjoys a few drinks, Ye Mingcheng also prepared spicy snails, pickled chicken feet, and spicy duck heads, and sliced ​​a plate of braised beef. He specially asked the braised meat shop owner to cut extra beef tendon, which is chewy and suitable for drinking.

Then I made a plate of salted edamame and fried peanuts, filling the whole table—perfect.

"Uncle Ye, you're even cooking banquets now! Your culinary skills are improving by leaps and bounds!" Fang Yanming praised generously.

"Eat more vegetables. Do you want beer or baijiu?" Ye Mingcheng blushed at the compliment, but he was secretly delighted and became even more enthusiastic about cooking.

"Let's drink beer, baijiu gets intoxicating."

Fang Yanming sat down without ceremony. He ate at the Ye family's house at least four or five times a month, and he was so familiar with it that it was like his own home. There was no need for formalities.

Li Wuming is here today too. He's been coming here often to freeload meals lately, showering Ye Mingcheng with sweet words about how delicious his cooking is. He's completely won over by Ye Mingcheng, who tries to cook better dishes every day. But Ye Qingqing thinks that this guy's real intention is not what he seems, and that he's definitely here for someone else.

Fang Yanming and Li Wuming drank. After downing half a glass, Fang Yanming gritted his teeth and said, "That pervert is a real scoundrel. He must have taken at least twenty lives, all of them young and beautiful girls. There was even a female college student who was supposed to graduate next year, and this scumbag ruined her life."

The victim he was referring to was the "mother" in curling, and also Bian Yujing's girlfriend of a few months, a promising female college student who withered before she could bloom. If Bian Yujing hadn't been arrested this time, she would have been lying in the cold freezer like the other victims, perhaps for a year, or even longer.

This victim was the only one whose head was still intact, presumably because Bian Yujing didn't have time to process it. As a result, the local police station quickly found the victim's information.

"She's only twenty years old, has excellent grades, but her family isn't well-off, and her parents are divorced. This girl doesn't even go home for the New Year; she stays in Guangcheng to work and earn money. She's a very ambitious and sensible girl, but unfortunately, she ran into a scumbag."

Fang Yanming got angrier and angrier as he talked, and downed the rest of his half-glass of beer in one gulp.

Damn it, why do good girls always run into scumbags?

It's outrageous that such a good man like him is still single!