Chapter 583

"Hoo."

There is a quiet room for cultivation in Hou's house. On the futon, Yang Xuan, who closed his eyes and meditated, opened his eyes and spit out a mouthful of turbid Qi. A trace of pure light flashed in his eyes.

"Sure enough, still can't?"

Yang Xuan said to himself with some disappointment. He wanted to try to restore his state and stabilize his breath with the body refining effect of the dragon soul formula. But one day passed, but Yang Xuan didn't get any results.

"Why, is there still no way?"

On one side, Yu Qingcheng put a bowl of chicken soup cooked by himself in front of Yang Xuan and asked with concern.

Because Yang Xuan knew that he would not be in Luodu most of the time, when the emperor of the great Wei Dynasty granted Yang Xuan the title of Luodu Hou, Yang Xuan dismissed all the servants in the Hou's house.

However, after all, it used to be the Hou's house of Weiyuan Hou, so there were all kinds of furniture and facilities. Yu Qingcheng, who didn't touch the spring water of Yang, was suddenly interested. He had to run to the nearby market to buy ginseng and black chicken and cook a bowl of chicken Soup for Yang Xuan.

The chicken soup is still hot, and there is a layer of golden oil on the surface, which looks appetizing. Yang Xuan picked up the chicken soup and looked at it carefully. Although the taste of the chicken soup smelled strange, there was nothing else to be picky about.

After all, this is Yu Qingcheng's first cooking. Even if it's not very good, give some encouragement.

Yang Xuan thought so and sent the chicken soup to his mouth. Especially when I saw Yu Qingcheng's exquisite face full of expectation, I took a big drink at once.

But the next moment, Yang Xuan spit out the chicken soup in his mouth.

"What did you put in the chicken soup?"

Yang Xuan looked at Yu Qingcheng with a strange look and asked.

"Just put salt. When I bought ginseng again, the grandfather of the pharmacy told me that only a little salt is needed in the chicken soup."

Yu Qingcheng looked at Yang Xuan with a confused face and felt puzzled for a while. He said, "why, did the old man selling medicine deceive me? I'll go to him to settle accounts now."

Yu Qingcheng said and was about to walk towards the door.

"Come back."

Yang Xuan hurriedly pulled Yu Qingcheng and helplessly explained, "it's about selling medicine. It's obviously you who put white sugar into chicken soup as salt."

"Ah?"

Yu Qingcheng stared at the boss. He didn't believe it. After taking a sip of the enamel bowl containing chicken soup, he suddenly spit out the chicken soup in his mouth.

Then her face turned red like a ripe apple.

"Alas..."

Yang Xuan couldn't help sighing and took Yu Qingcheng's hand and walked out.

"Where are you going?"

Yu Qingcheng looked at Yang Xuan suspiciously.

Yang Xuan replied weakly, "buy vegetables and cook."

Although his cultivation has allowed him to skip meals for many days, his physical condition is still not very good, and he was hooked up by Yu Qingcheng's chicken soup just now. Now he wants to have a big meal.

Because he was self-sufficient in cooking since childhood, Yang Xuan is no stranger to things in the kitchen. Although he hasn't cooked for a long time, Yang Xuan is not unfamiliar with these crafts.

From buying vegetables, washing vegetables, and then cooking, Yu Qingcheng looked at it and felt an eye opener. There are so many places to pay attention to when buying vegetables. It turns out that you can cut vegetables so well when cutting them. It turns out that the heat required for each dish to be put into the pot is different.

Leaving aside the time spent buying vegetables, Yang Xuan tossed out a large table of delicacies in only half an hour, with Yu Qingcheng half making trouble and half helping.

After improving his accomplishments, Yang Xuan was surprised to find that when he was cutting vegetables, his mastery of the power of the kitchen knife was so fine that it was appalling, and the speed of his wrists flying up and down almost became an illusion. When cooking, Yang Xuan can also accurately control the heat.

He carried all the dishes that Yu Qingcheng had eaten in turn to the table. Yang Xuan couldn't help feeling when he looked at the dishes that were beyond his expectation.

"I didn't expect that the improvement of strength could be so helpful to the cooking skills. No wonder the fish porridge made by Xu Xiang is very famous in the circles of those big men in the capital. People have opened a plug-in."

Yang Xuan thought that he had filled himself and Yu Qingcheng with a bowl of white rice cooked from refined rice, so he couldn't wait to sit at the table.

Although he didn't have to worry about money and was respected everywhere after he entered the way of cultivating immortals, Yang Xuan suddenly felt that this kind of busy day was what he wanted.

When Yang Xuan was still imagining that one day after he found his parents, he could eat at the same table as his family, Yu Qingcheng suddenly asked in a low mood, "fool, will you dislike me?"

"Dislike you?"

Yang Xuan was stunned and reflected on himself in his heart. After making sure he didn't make any mistakes inadvertently, he said definitely, "No."

"You just dislike me. You hesitated just now."

Yu Qingcheng asked Qu Baba, "I can't even cook well. I'm certainly incompetent to be a wife and mother in the future."

"Well, it's because of this..."

Yang Xuan laughed and handed a chicken leg to Yu Qingcheng. He moved his position to make the distance between the two closer.

"How can I dislike you because of this? It's easy to recruit a full-time cook, not to mention our immortals. And if you want to eat the rice I cook, I'll cook it for you every day in the future, okay?"

"Really?"

Yu Qingcheng's depression just now was swept away. He took the chicken leg handed over by Yang Xuan and said with a smile: "fool, you're very kind."

The table was quiet. No one spoke any more and focused on the food on the table. But when they looked at each other from time to time, their eyes were full of deep affection.

"Fool, will you be attracted to other girls in the future?"

Eating, Yu Qingcheng suddenly threw out a wild question, which made Yang Xuan feel confused. Although Yu Qingcheng is very clever and sensible most of the time, sometimes he always asks some questions that make people laugh and cry. Yang Xuan can't help but wonder if Xu Ruxian bought all the clever, sensible and quiet names that others put on Yu Qingcheng in the capital.