Chapter 187

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This too strong contrast caused General Jiang and Xin Ziming to stand up in shock.

Because the two of them stood up, the rest of the people had to stand up as well. The women exchanged glances in surprise, not knowing why the two high-ranking city lords would be so kind to Chu Qianxun’s “cooking husband”.

“Lord Jiang and Lord Xin are here? Please sit down, you’re welcome here,” Ye Peitian greeted gently, and skillfully poured a pot of white soup into the hot pot. For a time, the room was fragrant and everyone’s stomach grunted.

“There is still a pot of red soup, you start eating first, and I will go and get it,” Ye Peitian handed Chu Qianxun the leftover soup in his hand. To prevent her from making suggestions to help, he kissed her forehead, turned around and left.

“Eh, I’m sorely killed by these two. They sprinkle dog food all day long, and don’t care about single people like us,” the mad woman complained and sat down.

“That’s right, the hot pot had to be eaten before the dog food,” Gao Yan also expressed her dissatisfaction.

The women sat back with dissatisfaction, apparently very angry with their hosts.

General Jiang sat stiffly. He was unable to recover from the petrified state.

In his mind, Ye Peitian was the man who alone turned the tide, resisted the tenth-order demon, and saved many people.

Whenever he fought, his sword shone like snow, the sky was full of yellow sand and it was both cold and powerful.

It was the Yellow Sand Emperor who once leaned into the mouth of the demon and pulled him out of danger. This person was worshipped secretly by General Jiang in his heart and considered as the strongest man in the world. Would he be a family cook who wore a floral apron, cooked good food, and whispered when he was at home?

General Jiang felt a little bit uncomfortable.

Xin Ziming was dumbfounded. Compared to General Jiang, he had been more aware of Ye Peitian’s situation for many years after he managed the Qilin base.　

There were many legends about Ye Peitian’s life experience, but he was worthy of being called half demon. He couldn’t really associate Ye Peitian, who was famous for his cold blood and mercilessness, with this soft-spoken Lin Fei.

Ye Peitian prepared red and white mandarin duck hot pot. He fried a basket of icing-steamed bun slices, and a large pan of thin cicada-shaped knife noodles.

Everyone cheered. They abandoned their feelings, forgot their identity and rank, and enthusiastically devoted themselves to the major battle to seize the share of food.

Xin Ziming took a sip of the food that Ye Peitian handed over, and was almost burnt by the white soup, but the rich aroma had already flowed between his lips and teeth.

“Isn’t it so well cooked?” He stared dumbly at the small half of the bowl of white soup and the floating hand-made meatballs. He began to suspect that his various guesses may be wrong. They had almost the same style. Those speculations may be a coincidence. That must be the case.

General Jiang had been completely conquered by the deliciousness of the food. Ignoring the shock in his head, he grabbed the last bowl of fried noodles regardless of his image while Yu Nian thought: The strongest man in the world = The brother who was pressed against the wall by Sister Qianxun = A strong comrade who they could trust = A little white face who was responsible for cooking at home = A man who may cause destruction of the whole city = She could often visit their home to eat delicious meal.

Such a complicated logical chain had already been arbitrarily pushed in his mind. He only cared now whether he could rely on the status of the regimental leader and the lord of the city to suppress the ignorant thoughts and grab the last piece of fried ribs and  noodles in the pot.　　

Xin Ziming, who was left alone with General Jiang, explained his intentions of coming when the crowd had drunk and had enough to eat. He took out the rectangular sword box he brought with him and pulled out the drawer. Inside the box, a white sword was laid.

The hilt was round, and the bright green crystal core was pulsating on it like a living creature. The sword was like white water in the autumn, and the cold was spontaneous, and there was a dark flow in its surface.

At a glance, it could be seen that it was a rare sword in the world.

“Sister Qianxun, you cut off Yu Yu’s arm last time and sent it to Old Xin to make this? You are so smart. Old Xin’s skill in making weapons is the most exquisite. I was thinking about mentioning this matter to you,” General Jiang looked at the tenth-order weapon in the box with an envious expression. He couldn’t help trying to touch it several times.

He said that politely, but in fact, he never thought of instructing Chu Qianxun to find Xin Ziming to make a weapon.