Chef Li Feng, with Li Yiyuan as his assistant, quickly prepared a large table full of dishes.
Braised eggplant, tofu and fish, stir-fried pork, vegetarian loofah, pickled pepper chicken giblets, and cold beef salad.
Li Xin'er initially thought that Li Feng's claim of being able to eat well meant he was just being modest, but it turned out he was being modest; the food actually tasted quite good.
"Li Feng is too modest. This skill is no worse than that of restaurants outside."
Seeing that she liked it, Li Feng smiled happily, then said shyly:
"That can't compare. My dishes are all home-style, and I'm afraid they won't suit your taste."
Li Xin'er held her bowl, eating with a satisfied expression.
"No, no, it's great, I like it."
It wasn't just polite talk; she has rather strong tastes, and this really suited her palate.
The group ate their meal without any rules about not talking while eating, and chatted as they ate.
Xiaomi thought Li Feng was amazing; not only was he good-looking, but he could also cook incredibly well—he was practically an all-around star!
"Brother Feng, where did you learn this skill? It's amazing!"
“I went to primary and junior high school in my hometown town. At that time, my dad worked outside, and my mom ran a small restaurant in town to take care of me. She made home-style dishes and ran a small business. I learned by watching from a young age, but I didn’t study it formally.”
Wheat is absolutely jealous! It's infuriating to compare yourself to others!
"Wow, that's amazing. I don't have that talent. Xiaomi and I wanted to cook a meal for our family, so we even hired a chef to teach us."
At this point, Xiaomi shuddered, shrank her neck, and quickly shook her head.
"Eek... Don't even mention it, it was terrifying, I almost burned the kitchen down."
Xiaomai laughed heartily, leaning back while holding the bowl.
"Haha, yes, from then on the kitchen became a forbidden place for the two of us."
For someone who knows how to cook, cooking seems incredibly simple. They can't comprehend what it's like to burn down the kitchen while cooking. Even Li Feng couldn't believe it.
Is it really that exaggerated?
Wheat nodded firmly, quite seriously.
"Of course, it's a terrifying existence."
Xiaomi turned her head and asked Li Xin'er beside her,
"Sister Xin, are you a great cook too?"
In her eyes, Xinxin is invincible; she can do everything, and there shouldn't be anything that can stump her.
Wheat also craned its neck, waiting for her answer.
She simply wanted to know more about her idol.
Li Xin'er thought of the two houses in the space that had been blown up, and the kitchens that hadn't been repaired yet...
He poked at the rice in his bowl with his chopsticks and mumbled:
"Hmm, it's alright."
They didn't blow up the whole building, just a kitchen, so isn't that alright?
Hearing this, Li Yiyuan, who had been silent all along, couldn't help but glance at her. Her ability to lie had improved quite a bit.
She's always been the one burning down the kitchen when she cooks. In junior high, when she was asked to heat up a steamed bun, she burned a hole in the iron pot, which the dean told as a joke for over a decade.
Li Xin'er received his gaze and gave him a warning look.
Expose me, and I'll kill you.
Li Yiyuan shrugged and continued eating.
Suddenly, my hand, which was eating, stopped.
No, just because Xinxin can't cook doesn't mean the female ghost can't...
She's not Xinxin.
Thinking of this, Li Yiyuan frowned, seemingly dissatisfied that he hadn't distinguished between the female ghost and Xinxin.
To lump them together is to betray Xinxin.
He remained silent, his mood clearly somber.
After the meal, Li Feng filled a bucket with water, and Xiao Mi and Xiao Mai were responsible for washing the dishes and cleaning up.
Although the two were slow and not very skilled, with Li Feng guiding and teaching them throughout, the process went relatively smoothly.
Li Yiyuan told everyone and went upstairs to find books to read.
Li Xin'er, on the other hand, was thinking about going to the rooftop. The moon was very round and bright tonight, and the starry sky was beautiful. She wanted to lie on the rooftop and watch the stars.
The five people on one side were extremely comfortable, but some others were feeling uncomfortable.
Kyoto, the Ye family.
In the luxuriously decorated room, Ye Guangyu, wrapped in gauze like a mummy, lay on the bed, having already passed away.
Beside the bed, on the floor, lay a doctor in white, with a bloody hole in his forehead, blood flowing all over the floor.
Standing by the bed was Ye Guangyu's father, Ye Ming. He was wearing a black jacket with a dark pattern and Chinese knot buttons, and he was holding a dragon-head cane in both hands. Although he was only in his fifties, he looked like he was in his seventies or eighties. His back was hunched and all his strength was supported by the cane.
Ye Ming's left leg was injured in a car accident and he is now slightly lame. In recent years, he has been using crutches almost constantly.
Behind him stood the Ye family's old butler, a man with gray hair and dressed in a suit.
There were armed bodyguards in black standing guard at the room's windows and doorway.
When Carl and his team brought Ye Guangyu back to the Ye family to report, he was still alive. When Ye Ming saw his son's miserable state, he almost couldn't catch his breath.
In a frantic rush to find a family doctor, Ye Guangyu spent the entire afternoon in the operating room undergoing emergency treatment. He had just come out of the operating room less than two hours ago, but he still couldn't hold on and had just breathed his last.
After he stopped breathing, the machine started running, and the family doctor rushed to resuscitate him. During this process, Ye Guangyu suddenly transformed into a zombie.
The higher-ups had already thoroughly studied the basic information about the zombies yesterday, and wealthy and noble families received the complete information immediately.
Therefore, when the doctor saw Ye Guangyu turn into a zombie, his first reaction was to grab the scalpel next to him, stab it into his head, and kill him.
Then···
Then, this unlucky guy got his head blown off by Ye Ming's bodyguard.
If Ye Guangyu, who had turned into a zombie, hadn't been killed by the doctor, Ye Ming would never have bothered to deal with him. Even if he was a zombie, he would still have kept him.
Cannibalism?
In Ye Ming's eyes, no one is more important than his son. So what if he eats people? He can capture countless people to feed his 'son'.
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