Surge of Cultivation

Half an hour later, the dishes prepared by Duanmu Rong were served.

In order to entertain Ye Qingdi, Duanmu Rong put in a lot of effort and cooked a total of eight dishes, three meat and three vegetables, as well as two soups.

The three of them opened a bottle of juice drinks, and Duanmu Yan poured a cup for each of them. After that, she raised the cup and said in a clear voice, "New Year's Day is the new year of the Chinese New Year. Although it is not as important as the Spring Festival, it is still a festival worth celebrating. Here, I wish my sister a better figure, more and more beautiful people, all over the business invincible, find a handsome man as a groom; and then I wish my sister... [Cough! I wish him success in his cultivation. I wish him more and more strength. I wish him more and more handsome. I wish him a beautiful woman as his bride. "Come, sister, Ye Qingdi, let's toast!"

The cups of the three lightly touched in the air as they each took a sip.

Duanmu knew from hearing his sister's words that she was going to 'find a handsome guy to be the groom' that she had such a temper that she didn't hold back. Although her face was slightly red, she didn't scold her.

"Ye Qingdi, take out your chopsticks and eat your food!" There were no outsiders here, so there was no need to be polite! "Come, come, come. Let's have a taste of my sister's culinary skills …" Duanmu Yan knew that her elder sister didn't like to talk, so she acted as the moderator of the atmosphere and warmly greeted Ye Qingdi.

"Indeed. Ye Qingdi, Little Yan, hurry up and eat so that the food won't get cold!" Duanmu Rong stood up and walked towards the kitchen. "I'm going to check on the rice in the wok."

Ye Qingdi had never intended to be polite, so he picked up his chopsticks and picked up a piece of his favorite spicy chicken.

The moment the chicken entered his mouth, his expression immediately became rich and colorful.

"What's wrong?" Duanmu Yan had also picked up a piece of chicken and was about to eat it when she noticed the strange expression on Ye Qingdi's face and asked curiously.

"Err …" Ye Qingdi frowned, after chewing on it a few times, she finally swallowed the piece of chicken with great difficulty, drank a few mouthfuls of drink, wiped her mouth and laughed dryly: "Um … A little. "Salt..."

Duanmu Yan smiled and said, "This is my sister's first time cooking. Something a little saltier and lighter is difficult to master. The more I cook, the better it will be." "Let me try …"

As she said this, she put the piece of chicken into her mouth. Before she had even chewed, her expression had changed just like Ye Qingdi's. However, after Ye Qingdi had finally eaten the piece of chicken, she immediately vomited.

How was this "a little bit salty" like what Ye Qingdi had said? The moment the chicken was eaten, Duanmu Yan felt as if she had eaten a lump of salt. It was so salty that no one could swallow it.

The two of them simultaneously looked in the direction of the kitchen and smiled wryly.

"From the early morning till now, elder sister has been busy in the kitchen by herself and has not allowed others to help her. When she fried the spicy chicken, she must have been distracted and added salt to it. That was the reason why it was so salty … We can't deny all of her culinary skills just because our sister couldn't cook a single dish successfully, can we? I think the other dishes must be delicious! " Duanmu Yan softly explained to her sister.

Ye Qingdi nodded seriously, the word 'understanding' was written all over his face.

The spicy chicken was so salty that it could kill a person. They couldn't eat anymore, so the two of them turned their gazes towards the sweet and sour fish at the same time.

This sweet and sour fish did indeed have a color and fragrance. It looked very appetizing, so the taste should be pretty good.

Therefore, the two of them ate their chopsticks at the same time and picked up a piece of fish to eat. Then, they bared their teeth at the same time and simultaneously thought of one word: sour!

As the name suggested, sweet and sour fish had to be added with some vinegar. However, Ye Qingdi and Duanmu Yan were both seriously suspecting that the 'chef' in the kitchen had poured an entire bottle of vinegar into the frying pan.

The two of them spat out the fish and threw the spicy chicken Duanmu Yan had spat out into the trash can beside the dining table.

After this "two tastes", Duanmu Yan's confidence in her sister's culinary skills had been severely shaken. She did not dare to taste the remaining dishes anymore and could only constantly drink her drink; however, Ye Qingdi did not expect Duanmu Rong to come out and see that the dishes he painstakingly cooked were not eaten. With a sorrowful expression, he quickly tried all six dishes and two soups.

As a result, out of the eight dishes, seven of them were either too salty or too light. Only one of the seaweed and egg soup was barely qualified.

A moment later, Duanmu Rong walked out of the kitchen with an electric pressure cooker filled with rice. He saw his younger sister, Duanmu Yan, drinking drinks nonstop while Ye Qingdi drank seaweed and egg soup nonstop. The other dishes did not seem to have been touched at all.

"Why aren't you eating anything but soup?" Duanmu Yan placed the electric pressure cooker on the table and sat down next to her sister. She looked at Ye Qingdi, who was still drinking the soup with her head lowered, and asked somewhat nervously, "How does this soup taste?

"Alright... Amongst all the soup dishes you've made, this is the one with the most delicious taste, I like it … I really like it. "Heh heh …" Ye Qingdi grinned and said.

Actually, he didn't need to mention that Duanmu Rong had already noticed that more than half of the bowl full of seaweed and egg soup had already been consumed by Emperor Ye Qing. If he hadn't done well, how could he have drank so much?

Thinking of this, Duanmu Rong couldn't help but feel happy. She felt that her busy days were worth it.

"Elder sister, when you cook these dishes …" Didn't you try it yourself? " Duanmu Yan could not help but ask.

"No!" Duanmu Rong frowned. He brushed the hair by his ear and asked indifferently, "What's wrong? Is the food not tasty?"

"Err …" Duanmu Yan's gaze met Ye Qingdi's once again and the smiles on their faces were as bright as spring. They both said, "Okay …" "Delicious..."

Duanmu Rong smiled and sighed, "I was worried that I didn't have such talent. Now that you guys have said it, I'm relieved. Eat! All of you are eating! Xiao Yan, Ye Qingdi, this spicy chicken, sweet and sour fish, that garlic fungus stir-fried meat, the Western Red Taoist egg … … All of them are pretty good, so eat more if it's good! "

The smile on Ye Qingdi's face froze on his face as if a big egg had been stuffed into his mouth. Only after a long while did he manage to swallow his saliva with great difficulty.

As for being the target of Duanmu Rong's' special care ', Ye Qingdi felt like he wanted to cry, but it was definitely not because of excitement.

"Elder sister, my throat is a bit uncomfortable today. I don't want to eat spicy, sour or too greasy food. I... I'll have a drink and some rice later. " Duanmu Yan's reaction was quick. With a roll of her eyes, she found an excuse to "leave the sea of suffering".

Duanmu Rong nodded and turned to look at Ye Qingdi, saying, "Ye Qingdi, are you alright? I know that you usually eat a lot, so you must eat more today! If Little Yan doesn't give me face, you can't not give it to her! "

"I... "I'll try my best..." Ye Qingdi revealed a smile that was uglier than crying as he replied with great difficulty.

Thus, under Duanmu Yan's compassionate and expectant gaze, Ye Qingdi could only pick up the chopsticks that seemed to have recovered about a thousand pounds and stuff pieces of spicy chicken into his mouth. As he chewed, he had a faint smile on his face, as if savoring the aftertaste.

Her acting … It was really high! Duanmu Yan stared at Emperor Ye Qing with her mouth agape. She thought to herself, "It's such a pity that he doesn't want to be an actor. Being able to eat something that he can't swallow is like having a delicacy. He definitely has the potential to become a movie emperor!"

Looking at the expression on Ye Qingdi's face, Duanmu Yan knew that he was putting on such an expression to make her sister feel troubled. She scratched her head and said, "Sister, you …. Why don't you eat a little? "There are so many dishes..."

Duanmu Rong smiled and said, "You know what kind of food elder sister usually eats. I'll just eat some rice and have some seaweed and egg soup. Ah, Ye Qingdi, leave me some of that soup! "

In order to give Duanmu Rong face, Ye Qingdi had eaten a lot of every single dish. Duanmu Rong thought that the food she cooked was really to his liking, and the happiness in her heart was already written all over her face.

"Let me serve you some rice." Duanmu Rong was in a very good mood today. She stood up and scooped three bowls of rice, one for Ye Qingdi while the other for her sister and herself had a small bowl.

God, they didn't have to eat anymore! I'm free!

When he received the rice bowl, Ye Qingdi's tears of happiness almost flowed down. He secretly sighed and lowered his head to pick up the rice in the bowl.

But soon after, he sorrowfully discovered that the rice in the bowl was actually a little uncooked. That was to say, before the raw rice was cooked, it had already been placed on the table by Duanmu Rong.

Big Sis, we can't eat the rice that's being cooked. We have to eat until our stomachs are broken! Ye Qingdi looked at the rice in the bowl and wanted to cry but had no tears.

At the same time, Duanmu Rong and Duanmu Yan also felt that something wasn't right.

"It seems... "The rice hasn't been cooked..." Duanmu Rong lowered her head and spat out the small mouthful of rice in her mouth.

Duanmu Yan also said, "Yes, I'm not too familiar with them!" Let's first pour the rice back into the pressure cooker. We'll be able to eat it in a while after it's plugged in. "

Duanmu Rong nodded and poured all three bowls of rice into the electric pressure cooker. She inadvertently glanced at the trash can beside the dining table and found that there were actually some pieces of meat and scraps of vegetables inside. She suddenly seemed to realize something and picked up the chopsticks, tasting a small piece of sweet and sour fish.

Next came the spicy chicken, the garlic fungus, stir-fried meat, the West Red Temple scrambled eggs... Duanmu Rong tried a little of every dish, but the disappointment on her face only increased with every taste. In the end, she sighed, silently put down the chopsticks in her hand, looked at Ye Qingdi with a complicated expression, then sadly walked out of the restaurant and sat down in a row chair beside a big tree.

Duanmu Yan and Ye Qingdi looked at each other. They both knew that Duanmu Rong must have been hurt.

"Big sister prepared this long in preparation. I wanted to leave an impression on you, but I didn't expect that … She looks so upset! " Duanmu Yi sighed lightly as he looked at his sister's back from afar.

Ye Qingdi said with a wry smile, "Actually, these things can be left to others to do!" Don't you have a famous chef in the 'Weak Water Residence'? "

Duanmu Yan pursed her lips and said, "If you let the chef cook, it will not show how kind my sister is." "Forget it, I'll clean up the restaurant. You go over and enlighten my sister."

Seeing Ye Qingdi nod, she gave him a charming look and said in a low voice, "I had originally wanted to find some time to be alone with you, but now I am not in the mood anymore …" "Maybe next time."

Ye Qingdi knew what she was referring to and coughed awkwardly. He then hurriedly left the restaurant and walked towards Duanmu Rong.