When a woman (she is not a professional chef) is willing to cook for you alone, she is definitely willing to marry you.
Of course, except for Yu Qingyao.
This is a very obvious hint.
After hearing this, Li Huaide smiled happily and said, "Okay! I really want to try Qing Yao's craftsmanship."
Yu Qingyao pursed her lips and said with a smile: "I'm not good at craftsmanship, so please don't make fun of me, my lord."
Li Huaide said affectionately: "As long as it is a dish cooked by Qingyao, it must be the most delicious dish in the world."
Yu Qingyao smiled, and asked the young master to sit down, and she went to the kitchen to bring the dishes herself.
Four cold, four hot and four platters are not very rich, but it is enough for a private banquet for two.
Yu Qingyao poured wine and vegetables for the young master herself, just like a wife taking care of her husband.
Li Huaide was very moved by the affectionate and casual, this is the post-marital life he has thought about thousands of times!
Yu Qingyao pointed to the dish in the middle and said, "This is fried chicken, my best dish, son, try it!"
Li Huaide looked at the fried chicken and couldn't help being stunned, then his face changed drastically, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
Seeing this, Yu Qingyao asked in surprise, "My lord, what's wrong with you?"
Li Huaide himself was also very strange. He didn't understand why, but he felt fear from the bottom of his heart when he saw the fried chicken for no reason. I can't help but want to get up and run for my life!
He tried his best to restrain his thoughts of running away, which made him tremble all over.
Well, he used to be a chicken for a hundred lives, and he was killed by Yu Qingyao a hundred times, fried in oil, and then sold to people!
In this life, although Li Huaide didn't remember what happened back then, deep in his soul, he was so frightened by Yu Qingyao's fried chicken that he went crazy.
He forced a smile and said, "It's okay!"
Yu Qingyao let out a cry, and enthusiastically tore a fried chicken wing and said to him, "Chicken wings are the best, try it!"
Li Huaide held the chicken wing tremblingly, and moved it to his mouth with trembling hands. As soon as he tasted the taste, he couldn't help it anymore.
He stood up abruptly, rushed outside, vomited so much that he almost spat out bile.
Yu Qingyao hurriedly followed, and was speechless upon seeing this.
Hold the grass! Is my fried chicken that terrible? Isn't this some kind of dark dish? Those who have eaten before are full of praise.
It's not easy for my sister to go back to the kitchen next time. You really don't want to give face to please you so much.
My sister wants to hit someone, what should I do
She took three deep breaths, put on a gentle and virtuous look, hurried forward, supported Mr. Ji with concern, and asked with concern: "Master, what's wrong with you? What's wrong?"
After Li Huaide vomited, he woke up, very embarrassed, and said, "Uh, I'm fine."
"Master?" Yu Qingyao called out in doubt.
"It's all right!"
"Oh! Then let's go back and continue drinking!" Yu Qingyao smiled, eagerly wanting to pull the young master back.
Li Huaide trembled and said, "That, that, can you take that fried chicken away?"
Yu Qingyao was so depressed that she said, "Okay, Ah Fu, go! Put that chicken down."
Ah Fu let out an oh, and quickly put away the fried chicken.
Li Huaide returned to the table with lingering fear, and when he looked at the dishes on the table again, he felt that everything was normal.
He collected himself and said apologetically, "Sorry, I was rude just now!"
Yu Qingyao yelled strangely in her heart, but said: "I should be the one apologizing to the young master. I didn't expect the young master to hate eating chicken."
Li Huaide laughed.
He was also surprised: strange! I was not like this before! I have eaten chicken too! I have eaten fried chicken many times! What the hell. Luckily, Qingyao knew the book well, so she didn't take offense, otherwise, I really can't explain it.
After doing this, Li Huaide was restless at the table, and Yu Qingyao also forced a smile.
Because the chicken lost their interest, the two of them dispersed after eating hastily.
After Li Huaide returned, he ordered someone to fry the chicken.
The big chef on Xingcha was very strange, thinking: Hey, is it possible that the young master is not full at Sect Master Yu's place
He fried a chicken very carefully and ordered someone to bring it to Mr. Ji.
The fried chicken was delivered, Li Huaide dismissed his subordinates, took a deep breath, opened the lid himself, and looked inside anxiously. There was indeed a fried chicken on the plate.
Li Huaide found that he had no strange feeling at all.
He stared at the fried chicken for a long time, and found that he didn't have the horrible feeling that Yu Qingyao had.
He carefully took a piece of meat with his chopsticks, tasted it, and didn't feel the urge to vomit at all.
He thought to himself: Weird! I'm not afraid to eat fried chicken! Hold the grass, am I not just a **** who is afraid that my junior sister will blow me up? What's wrong with this? Well, it's easy to verify this problem, just ask her to blow it up again.
As soon as he thought of this, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, the hairs all over his body stood on end, and strong fear surged in his heart.
In this regard, Li Huaide was very speechless.
After much deliberation, he couldn't figure it out, so he could only lament: Just don't eat chicken in the future.
No, just don't even think about it.
I am a majestic man, not afraid of the sky, not afraid of the earth, but I am afraid of my sister's fried chicken, and I will be ashamed if I say it.
What is this called? How can I have this weird problem
Another day, Yu Qingyao invited Mr. Ji to accompany her to the back mountain to visit her master's grave.
Li Huaide didn't think too much about it, as long as his junior sister invited him, he would go right away.
No matter what she wants to do, in short, just be with her.
In fact, this is also a very obvious hint.
Girls may invite people to eat together, watch movies together, travel together, etc., but they will never invite people to visit relatives' graves at will. It has to be a close relative or acquaintance, such as a boyfriend or fiance.
Yu Qingyao was constantly reassuring Mr. Ji, lest he change his mind midway and refuse to let her board the boat or bring her back to Da Luotian.
The two met in the Aurora Hall, and then walked side by side, all the way to the Houshan Cemetery.
Arriving at the tomb of Master Yuzong, Yu Qingyao solemnly swept the tomb, offered incense, and kowtowed.
After finishing, she asked shyly, "Young master, would you like to offer incense to my master?"
Seeing the younger sister's shy look and expectant eyes, Li Huaide's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly understood what the younger sister meant.
She was about to leave here, and this was her final farewell to Master, and she also brought him, her man, to show Master.
If he went to offer incense, it would be equivalent to recognizing his identity and recognizing him as her man.
Can he deny this? impossible!
Li Huaide stepped forward happily, and said with a smile: "Of course, I must buy this incense!"
He solemnly arranged his clothes, took the incense sticks, walked to the tombstone, and bowed down in an upright manner.
"Sect Master Yu, I will definitely take good care of Qingyao, please rest assured under the Nine Springs!"
After speaking, he inserted the incense stick.
Yu Qingyao shyly helped Young Master Ji up.
Li Huaide suddenly felt a kind of worship.
Afterwards, Yu Qingyao took Mr. Ji to her charity nursing home, compulsory school and other places.
(end of this chapter)