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Chapter 2403 Ancestral Cauldron (4)

After listening to A Liang's words, Baili Yan nodded to express his understanding.

In fact, what is precious is not the pot, but the spirit passed down by Mr. He.

As big as a country or a nation, as small as a family or a person, in fact, they all have their own spiritual beliefs. For the He family, this pot is equivalent to a totem of a nation, with far-reaching significance.

Therefore, Bailiyan no longer underestimated the pot, but respected it as a spiritual carrier.

After thinking about it, he said, "Ah Liang, since your old man He cherishes this pot so much, will Feifei be angry if he touches this pot?"

A Liang thought for a while, then smiled, "According to my inference, nine out of ten will be angry."

Baili Yan hesitated, "Then, why don't we leave this pot behind."

A Liang spread his hands, "Miss Xie insisted on using this pot, but I had no choice but to carry it over."

Thinking about Xie Zhuofei's temper, he always said what he said, Baili Yan didn't say anything, and together with A Liang, he carried the big black pot enshrined on the stove out of the small bungalow.

After passing through flowers and willows all the way, they were finally carried to the courtyard where Xie Zhuofei was.

Xie Zhuofei was still cutting potatoes in the kitchen, and Zhan Linhao was waiting in the yard to greet them.

Bailiyan now has a headache whenever he sees his cousin, and he finds that his cousin is getting worse and worse, as bad as a puddle of sewage.

So, he didn't plan to talk to him.

However, the bad cousin had to take the initiative to talk to him.Zhan Linhao said, "Cousin, you have worked hard."

Baili Yan snorted coldly.

This pot was really too heavy, with thick iron walls, he and A Liang were both sweating when they carried it over.

Just put down the pot, Xie Zhuofei ran out, excited, "Great, I finally finished cutting the potatoes." She saw the big black pot, her eyes widened in surprise, "Oh my god, what a big pot! ah."

Baili Yan flicked his sore wrist from carrying the pot, "Feifei, how do I use this pot?"

Xie Zhuofei stared blankly at the big black pot and marveled for three seconds, then smiled and said to Baili Yan, "Yan, you build a stove in the yard.

Build a stove?

Bailiyan thought that something was wrong with his ears, he looked at Xie Zhuofei again dumbfounded, "Beifei, you are not serious, are you, you want me to build a stove?"

He is a prince.

Xie Zhuofei chopped potatoes all afternoon, her mind was a little dull, and she didn't react very quickly, she just nodded mechanically, "Yes, don't you?"

Baili Yan laughed out funny this time, "Why don't you let my cousin do it?"

Xie Zhuofei, "He's half disabled."

Baili Yan pointed at A Liang again, "Then let this handsome guy do it."

Xie Zhuofei finally turned her head, yes, how can the prince build the stove, A Liang can do it too, so she said, "Then A Liang, you can build the stove."

A Liang nodded, "Okay, I'll go and deliver the bricks right away, and they'll be ready soon."

Bailiyan finally breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't want to build a stove, he was a prince, not a construction worker.

But at this moment, Zhan Linhao said, "Wait, wait, Ah Liang, go wash the potato chips and let Yan build the stove."

Hearing this, Baili Yan suddenly raised his head and stared at Zhan Linhao very unfriendlyly, "Cousin, what do you mean?"

Xie Zhuofei also didn't understand, she also turned her head to stare at Zhan Linhao, and couldn't help asking, "Yes, Second Young Master, why do you have to ask Yan to build this stove? Do you think that the stove he built can be fried even more? Delicious potatoes?"

(End of this chapter)