The end of the world: With unlimited supplies, I can fly

Chef Li Feng and deputy Li Yifeng soon prepared a large table full of dishes.

Braised eggplant, tofu fish, stir-fried pork, vegetarian loofah, pickled pepper chicken, cold beef.

Li Xin'er thought that what Li Feng said was edible was really average, but she didn't expect that he was still modest and the food tasted very good.

"Li Feng is being humble. This craftsmanship is no worse than those in restaurants outside."

Seeing that she liked her, Li Feng smiled happily, but said embarrassedly:

"That's not as good as this. This is all home-cooked. I'm afraid it won't suit your taste."

Li Xin'er was holding the bowl with a satisfied look on her face.

"No, no, very good, I like it."

Not to be polite, she has a strong taste and it really suits her taste.

The few of them were eating, and there was no rule about not talking about eating, and they were chatting while eating.

Xiaomi thinks Li Feng is so amazing. Not only is he good-looking, he can also cook well. He is an all-around star.

"Brother Feng, where did you learn this skill? It's so amazing."

"I went to elementary school and junior high school in our hometown town. At that time, my father was working outside, and my mother opened a small restaurant in the town. She took care of me and made home-cooked food and small business. I grew up watching I know how to do it just by looking at it, and I don’t have any special skills.”

Wheat is so jealous that people are so angry when compared to others.

"Wow, that's awesome. I don't have that talent. Xiaomi and I wanted to cook a meal for our family, and we even hired a chef to teach us."

At this point, Xiaomi shuddered, shrank his neck, and shook his head.

"Eh... don't mention that. It was so scary that I almost burned down the kitchen."

Xiaomai smiled happily and leaned back while holding the bowl.

"Haha, yes, since then the kitchen at home has become a forbidden place for us."

For those who know how to cook, they don’t think cooking is too simple. They don’t understand what it’s like to cook a meal that burns down the kitchen. Li Feng couldn’t believe it.

"Is it so exaggerated?"

Mai nodded affirmatively, quite seriously,

"Of course, it's a terrifying existence."

Xiaomi turned her head and asked Li Xiner next to her,

"Sister Xin, are you also good at cooking?"

In her eyes, baby Xinxin is invincible. She can do everything. There should be nothing that can stop her~

Wheat also stretched his head, looking forward to her answer.

She simply wants to know more about her idol~

Li Xin'er thought of the two houses in space that were blown apart and the kitchens that had not had a chance to be repaired...

He poked the rice in the bowl with his chopsticks and said vaguely:

"Well, it's alright."

It didn't blow up the whole building, it was just a kitchen, isn't it okay?

When Li Yifan, who had been silent next to her, heard this, he couldn't help but glance at her. He was good at telling lies.

When she was a child, her only job was to cook in the kitchen. When she was asked to heat up steamed buns in junior high school, she burned a hole in the iron pot and was told as a joke by the dean for more than ten years.

Li Xin'er received his gaze and gave him a warning look.

Expose me and kill you.

Li Yifan shrugged and continued to work hard.

Suddenly, my eating hand froze.

No, just because Xinxin can’t cook, it doesn’t mean that the female ghost can’t...

She is not Xinxin.

Thinking of this, Li Yifan couldn't help but frowned, as if he was dissatisfied that he had not distinguished the female ghost from Xinxin.

To mix it up is a betrayal of Xinxin.

He was silent and obviously depressed.

After the meal was finished, Li Feng put a bucket of water and Xiaomi and Xiaomi were responsible for washing the dishes.

Although the two of them were slow and unskilled, with Li Feng guiding and teaching the whole process, the process went smoothly.

Li Yifan said to everyone and went to the second floor to find a book to read.

Li Xin'er is thinking about the rooftop. The moon is very round and bright tonight, and the starry sky is beautiful. She wants to lie down on the rooftop and watch the stars.

The five people here are extremely comfortable, but some people are uncomfortable.

Kyoto, Ye family.

In the luxuriously decorated room, Ye Guangyu, who was lying on the bed and wrapped in gauze like a mummy, had already passed away.

There was a doctor in white lying on the ground next to the bed. There was a bloody hole in his forehead and blood was flowing all over the floor.

Ye Guangyu's father, Ye Ming, stood beside the bed. He was wearing a dark-patterned buttoned coat and holding a dragon-headed crutch in both hands. He was obviously only in his fifties. At this time, he looked like seven or eighty years old. His back was stooped and all his strength was supported by the crutch. With.

Ye Ming's left leg was injured in a car accident and was lame. In recent years, he has been using crutches.

Behind him stood an old butler of the Ye family with gray hair and a suit.

There were bodyguards in black with guns standing at the windows of the room and at the door.

Ye Guangyu was still alive when Carl and the others sent him back to the Ye family for business. Ye Ming almost gasped when he saw his son's miserable state.

He frantically sought treatment from his family doctor and spent the whole afternoon in the operating room. Not even two hours after leaving the operating room, Ye Guangyu still didn't make it through and had just died.

After he ran out of gas, the machine rang, and the family doctor rushed to rescue him. In the process, Ye Guangyu suddenly turned into a zombie.

The basic information about the zombies was thoroughly studied by the superiors as early as yesterday, and the rich and nobles got the complete information immediately.

Therefore, when the doctor saw Ye Guangyu turning into a zombie, his first reaction was to grab the scalpel next to him, insert it into its head, and kill him.

Then···

Then, this unfortunate person was shot in the head by Ye Ming's bodyguard.

If the corpse-turned-Ye Guangyu hadn't been killed by a doctor, Ye Ming would definitely not have taken action to kill Ye Guangyu. Even if it was a zombie, he would still keep it.

eat human?

In Ye Ming's eyes, no one is more important than his son. Even if he eats people, it doesn't matter. He can capture countless people and feed his 'son'.

It's a pity that there is no way to save it now, and Ye Guangyu doesn't even have a chance to become a zombie.

Ye Ming, who was beside the bed, reached out tremblingly and touched Ye Guangyu's head, which was wrapped in gauze.

"My son's hatred will be remembered by my father."

Everything was about the female star named Li Xin'er, and the fire-type superpower Li Yifan who set out to burn his son!

Those people in the hotel deserve to die too!

Ali and Wu Rui deserve to die for not protecting his son!

A tear slipped from his cloudy eyes and landed on Ye Guangyu's chest and heart.

The white-haired man sent the black-haired man away, and Ye Ming regretted it at this time.

What I regret is that I didn’t send someone to pick up Ye Guangyu earlier. I regret that I didn’t send more people to follow Ye Guangyu when he went out this time.

Ye Ming's body was crumbling, like an empty shell of rotten wood on a broken bridge.

The housekeeper hurriedly stepped forward to support him, his tone was low and sad,

"Mr. Ye, you have to take good care of yourself, otherwise Mr. Ye will not be able to leave without peace of mind."

Mr. Ye is not in good health to begin with. How can he survive such a big change now?

His words hit Ye Ming's heart somewhere, and he suddenly felt like a shot in the arm. He held his crutch and stomped the ground hard.

"Yes, I can't fall down yet."

His eyes were stern, and his whole body was filled with a frightening aura of murder, and he said viciously:

"I want to avenge Guangyu!"

As he spoke, he raised his head and let the tears in his eyes fall back,

"Otherwise, I would have no shame to see their mother and son. I promised Juanlan that I would take good care of Guangyu..."

Ye Mingchang sighed and lowered his head, with a lonely tone, and whispered something that only he could hear,

"Will she blame me?"

Ye Ming glanced at Ye Guangyu for the last time, closed his eyes, turned around cruelly, and arranged as he walked out:

"Let's make arrangements. Everything should be the best. In addition, go and invite the eagle to my study."

Guangyu should be buried in peace, and he will use the heads of those people to pay homage to Guangyu.

The butler nodded respectfully, "Yes."

Ye Ming walked out of the room and went straight to the study upstairs.