The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

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"My lord, why don't I go get you something to eat first." Mu Yun said after hearing the sound of her stomach growling.

"No need, wait first." Jing Hao's face was embarrassed, he wanted to make sure that the person cooked for classmate Han Yue.

After waiting for three quarters of an hour, the sky gradually darkened, only half of the setting sun was left, and the smoke from the kitchen chimney completely dissipated.

The young man came out of the kitchen with a tray in his hand, on which there were several exquisite food dishes, and there seemed to be a faint fragrance wafting from it.

"My lord, I really can't see that that person is such a good cook." Mu Yun said in surprise.

Seeing that the young man's skin is thin and smooth, and his skin is fairer than that of a woman, so he thought that the man must be the young master who does not touch Yang Chunshui.

When Jing Hao heard this, he glared at Mu Yun.

Mu Yun shut up in a daze, where did he offend the young master?

The boy had already walked to the corridor upstairs, and he walked westward.

No, no, Jing Hao stared at the boy's moving figure, no!Don't go to Hanyue's room!

When the boy's figure crossed the penultimate room, it completely broke Jing Hao's prayer. Finally, the door of the last room opened, the boy went in, and then the door closed.

"I'm so pissed off!" Jing Hao muttered angrily, that person really was cooking for Hanyue, and he did such a good job, Hanyue must like that person very much.

"Young master, what did you say?" Mu Yun saw his young master glaring at the young man, he was puzzled.

The young master only saw the young man for the first time today, and he only said a few words at noon. Although the young man's tone was a bit colder, it was always the young master who was arguing for others to rest, and the young master is not usually a stingy person. uncharacteristically.

"Mu Yun, can you cook as well as that guy just now?" Jing Hao put his last hope on Mu Yun.

"Probably, probably not. Although I haven't tasted the dishes made by that boy, I just saw that he cooks very carefully. Even the tofu is cut very finely. I guess I will never be able to practice such a knife in my life." Mu Yun said very ashamedly.

Alas, Jing Hao immediately became depressed. He has never cooked before, so it is impossible to practice good cooking skills immediately.

Seeing that his son was downcast, Mu Yun immediately went to the kitchen to cook, making up his mind to practice his cooking skills well.

……

The next day, the sky was clear and the air was clear. This small courtyard was too remote, so it was extraordinarily quiet.

After Wu Yue came out of the room, he was going to the kitchen to make breakfast. He is not very good at cooking, but luckily he has high requirements for food.

As long as he can eat and fill his stomach, he can bear it, because it is far from the restaurant, even if he is good at controlling the wind.

In fact, the biggest problem is that he has no money. He has always climbed over the fence, hunted small game in the back of the mountain, picked a few wild vegetables, and that was enough for a meal.

But at this moment, he was attracted by the delicate pastry in the kitchen, which was transparent grass green and exuded a faint mint fragrance.

His eyes lit up, he hadn't seen such delicious food for a long time, he looked around for a while, and saw no one, he was overjoyed.

There were ten pastries in total, and he took five of them away. Using the Wind Control Technique, he quickly went to the study room, closed the door, and made a pot of tea to enjoy this luxurious breakfast.

While enjoying breakfast, he was working at the same time. Today, he was going to plan the expenditure of the art department for this semester, that is, to collect tuition fees.