Ye Jianhan told President Chu with the facts that he was not only good at cooking, but also very good at cooking.
When a table of dishes was served, Chu Muyun was surprised: "I really didn't see it."
Compared with Mr. Chu's fried kitchen in minutes, Ye Jianhan cooked a table of dishes, but there was no smell of oil smoke all over his body. He sat down and picked up the wine glass, which was served by the domineering president Fan Er. husband's appearance.
Chu Muyun hesitated for a moment: "You're not a magician, right?" Does it look good or not
Ye Jianhan stretched out his long hand, picked up a piece of braised pork and stuffed it into his mouth.
Chu Muyun was suddenly fed a mouthful, and just wanted to frown to express dissatisfaction, but was immediately conquered by the fragrance spreading in his mouth.
The meat is not greasy, and both the taste and taste are so good that it explodes after the mouth. Chu Muyun's tongue has also tasted countless delicacies, not to mention the days in the demon world, just the happy days on earth let him eat all over the world. Gourmet too.
But even the special chefs of Michelin three-star restaurants can't compare to Ye Jianhan's home-cooked dishes.
Chu Muyun was shocked.
Ye Jianhan chuckled: "How is it?"
Chu Muyun: "...It's delicious." Really can't say the three words that it is not delicious.
Ye Jianhan smiled.
Chu Muyun unexpectedly had an appetite. He sat down and tasted one by one. There were four dishes and one soup in total, each with its own characteristics, and all of them were so delicious that one couldn't stop.
Chu Muyun's etiquette is very good, and he has always been a model of eating and sleeping, so he ate it seriously, and didn't say a single word.
Ye Jianhan kept staring at him, with an obvious smile on the corner of his mouth.
After eating, Chu Muyun looked at him: "Don't you only eat souls?"
Ye Jianhan: "Soul is necessary for survival, these are hobbies."
Chu Muyun suddenly said: "That's right, your honorable title is gluttony."
Ye Jianhan smiled: "Well, it can arouse people's desire to 'gluttony'."
Chu Muyun believed what he said. After trying this craft, anyone who didn't want to eat would fall in love with it.
Ye Jianhan looked at him and said, "You don't even know how to cook a meal. How did you two live during those hundred years of raising anger?"
Back then, when Shen Yun was raising shisha, he was a well-known venerable person in the human world. He served people one after another. Because Shen shisha likes to eat fish, the chef who specializes in fish invited a platoon, so naturally he didn't have to worry about food and drink.
But Ling Xuan dug it out of the hole in the ground. He didn't know anything, and there was nothing. Ling Mu stayed in the hole with him all day, and no one was there to serve him. It would be a problem to eat and drink.
Chu Muyun spread his hands and said, "Qiankun bag, restaurant."
"..." Ye Jianhan said, "You guys have been eating like this for over a hundred years?"
Chu Muyun was silent: I didn't think there was anything wrong with this before, but now why does it feel like something is wrong
"Haha," Ye Jianhan unceremoniously poked at his scar: "No wonder you raise a child every time you raise a child."
Chu Muyun: "..."
Ye Jianhan sighed: "Stay for a few days. When the outside is calm, I will send you to Zhaomei Mountain."
Although Chu Muyun didn't mention how to ask him to help, Ye Jianhan obviously knew very well—as long as he didn't stop him, he would be a big help.
Chu Muyun said with a rare embarrassment, "Actually..."
Ye Jianhan actually guessed what he was going to say: "I know you don't care about the bed, but I think you try to care."
Chu Muyun was slightly startled.
Ye Jianhan said: "Okay, don't think too much, sleep with me these days."
He actually really slept, how thoughtful Chu Muyun was, he realized it early in the morning, Ye Jianhan probably hadn't really slept well in the past three thousand years.
But why is this necessary
Chu Muyun knew the reason very clearly, but he couldn't understand it.
Emotions, no matter how much you see, how much you understand, or how much you understand, it can’t be compared to experiencing it yourself.
But Chu Muyun couldn't understand it.
At night, Ye Jianhan slept very well, but Chu Muyun slept very unsteadily. Closing his eyes was a continuous dream, opening his eyes, he would forget about half of it, and the few vague fragments left behind could only be pieced together. Some messy pictures.
There was no one else in the dream, only him and Ye Xiaohan.
I can see him clearly, but I feel that something is not right.
Especially one night, he actually dreamed that Ye Xiaohan cooked him a table of dishes, and looked at him with anticipation in his eyes, hoping that he could taste it.
What did he do
Oh, I turned around coldly, and left with a flick of my sleeves.
Ye Xiaohan, who was left there, was full of disappointment on his calm little face, staring at the front in a daze, his black eyes gradually losing their luster.
Chu Muyun wanted to scold: How on earth did you raise children? It’s fine if you don’t do it yourself. He did it for you. Is it difficult for you to give it a try and encourage it
Unfortunately, he couldn't say anything in the dream.
In fact, after waking up, Chu Muyun felt that this was probably a 'dream'. Thoughts in the day and dreams in the night, it is estimated that his guilt towards Ye Jianhan was alluded to Ye Xiaohan, so he had such an endless dream.
The days went by in a flash, and the outside stopped, and Chu Muyun should get up and look at Meishan.
Now Ling Xuan's place is too noisy, it is estimated that there are a lot of people waiting around. If you want to attack him, you have to cross the 'big mountains and rivers', which is really exhausting.
So Chu Muyun decided to go to Yan Shen (jealous) first.
Yan Chen has been extremely quiet these days, Ye Jianhan has eyeliner everywhere, Chu Muyun asked about the situation, he naturally told him everything.
The Shengmen rioted, and Yan Chen suppressed the frantic airflow by himself.
You must know that three thousand years ago, Shen Shiyan, Xie Qianlan, Jun Mo, and Ye Jianhan were the only four who suppressed the rioting Shengmen, but Yan Chen carried it all by himself, which really hurt his vitality.
Chu Muyun's mind moved slightly and asked, "What's wrong with Mo Jiushao's injury?"
Ye Jianhan said, "You really miss him."
Chu Muyun cleared his throat: "He is guarded by life, and it is definitely not a trivial matter that can make him hurt."
Ye Jianhan said in a cold voice, "He wanted to drag you out of your life, but he was attacked."
Chu Muyun was stunned suddenly.
Ye Jianhan said: "The Shengmen riot at that time was not as stable as it was three thousand years ago, not to mention that even if it was such a stable Shengmen, after the sinking hookah was opened, it fell into a cycle of reincarnation, and it took a hundred years of cultivation to recover. Jiu Shao is trying to find you from the rioting life, and he is seeking death."
Chu Muyun frowned slightly.
Ye Jianhan glanced at his expression, and continued: "Thanks to the protection you gave him, his life was saved, but he was seriously injured, and then he died to find the Mantra Pill, and the injury was added to the injury. Hard life."
Chu Muyun was silent.
Ye Jianhan smiled and asked, "I'm thinking 'why is this' again?"
Chu Muyun: "..."
Ye Jianhan flicked him: "Little conscience."
Chu Muyun raised his head and said solemnly, "The cycle of cause and effect, no one can escape." Including himself.
Ye Jianhan chuckled and shook his head, but said nothing more.
Zhaomei Mountain lives on the high ground, no matter what the weather is outside, here is a cold scene of frost and snow flying and red plums shining in the sky.