A Layman in the Qin Dynasty

Over the years of cultivation, Jing Salamander's temperament has become less and less like a killer, but like a demure wife.

It seems that he noticed that Zhao Qixie was back, Jing Salar hugged Xiao Yan'er, and his beautiful eyes looked over, with a touch of

With a faint smile, he nodded slightly.

"Xiao Yan'er, my name is godfather~"

Zhao Qixie walked over, pinched Xiao Yan'er's cheek, and joked.

Xiao Yan'er didn't speak, she looked very much like her mother, and looked at Zhao Qixie quietly, neither crying nor making trouble.

Even if he was bullied by Zhao Qixie and pinched his face, he did nothing.

Let Zhao Qixie squeeze for a while and then helplessly let go.

"I always feel that Xiao Yan'er and I don't kiss~"

Zhao Qixie complained helplessly to Jing Salamander.

"Xiao Yan'er has a very good attitude towards you. If you were someone else, Xiao Yan'er wouldn't pinch him."

Jing Salar shook his head slightly and said softly.

My daughter Jing Salar naturally knows more, and Xiao Yan'er's personality is very similar to hers.

"Really~"

Zhao Qixie looked at Xiao Yan'er's clear eyes, reached out and pinched Xiao Yan'er's face, a little curious.

Xiao Yan'er's lips moved, her eyes gradually became a little unhappy, her little mouth pouted slightly, as if she was biting and crying, which made Zhao Qixie laugh and let go of her hand.

"What about Yan Lingji and Purple Girl?"

Zhao Qixie asked.

Jingyan's beautiful eyes blinked slightly, reflecting Zhao Qixie's figure, and the figure said softly, "Let's go to the kitchen together."

"Yan Lingji learned to cook with Zi Nu again?"

Zhao Qixie said with a strange expression.

The corner of Jing Salamander's mouth became a little bit thicker, and he nodded slightly.

Zhao Qixie was helpless, a little headache, and a wave of distressed his stomach.

to be frank.

Yan Lingji really doesn't have the talent for cooking, even if she still learns the same way, the taste and appearance are [-] miles away from the purple girl.

But Yan Lingji is very stubborn.

If it doesn't taste good, you have to learn how to cook it.

Although he can amaze the world with his beauty, he has to learn to cook, why bother.

The most important thing is yourself.

I'm sorry~

Jing Salar naturally knew what Zhao Qixie was thinking, and his smile became stronger, nodded slightly, and replied.

"I'll take a look, it's terrible, and I'm not worried about poisoning me~"

Zhao Qixie said while holding his forehead, with a bitter look on his face.

It is because he is in the midst of blessings that he does not know the blessings. He can make Yanlingji cook for him in a different way, but he is still not satisfied~

Chapter [-] this night

Zhao Qi, who had eaten for dinner, was in hot water.

The purple girl's craftsmanship naturally did not say, as for Yanlingji's, as always, the taste is unique.

Zhao Qixie couldn't understand it. He taught it hand-to-hand, and it looked the same when it was burned, but the taste was so much worse. It wasn't bad, but the taste was unique.

In fact, Zhao Qixie also wanted to ask Yan Lingji how she cooked the dish to taste this way.

If it was him, even if he wanted to burn it like this, it wouldn't work.

Maybe this is Yan Lingji's hidden talent.

"Whoo~"

After dinner, sitting in the courtyard, drinking the tea made by the Purple Girl, Zhao Qixie finally recovered, rubbed her stomach, looked at the Purple Girl beside her, and complained in a low voice, "You are fine to teach the flame spirit. Why is Ji cooking, is it because she wants to murder her husband?"

"She wants to learn, so I teach."

Hearing this, Zi Nu covered her mouth and chuckled lightly. She looked at Zhao Qixie, who had a bitter face with a smile, and explained softly.

"Let's discuss, next time it will be more difficult to teach Yan Lingji something, let her retreat in spite of difficulties."

Zhao Qixie leaned beside Zi Nu and muttered softly.

"Didn't you enjoy your meal?"

The purple girl's deep purple eyes blinked slightly, and she looked at Zhao Qixie and joked.

"I really miss my stomach."