After her rebirth, she became the sweetheart of the sickly uncle.

Su Qingcheng pulled her and stepped forward: "It's getting late, you should think about it carefully. Anyway, they will come back in three days, right?"

After that, she pulled Wu Ya and started to leave without any hesitation in her steps.

"Wait a minute." Fatty Yao said.

The corners of Su Qingcheng's mouth raised slightly, then disappeared when she turned her head.

"Why do you want me to go to the military camp? If you can convince me, I will go. But don't say that the food I cook has the effect of rejuvenating people. Such words will not convince me." Fatty Yao said seriously.

He was covered in fat, and he still had a lot of muscles from cooking all the time. When Su Qingcheng did acupuncture on him, he discovered that it was impossible for him to be incompetent in martial arts with his physique, so at that time, he knew that this person could eat soft food rather than hard food.

"The new general is my... savior. He is in trouble during this trip. I have to sneak into the military camp to help him, but now I can't even find the location of the military camp."

Su Qingcheng told the truth. She knew that no matter what kind of lies were seen in the eyes of this person who had been in the world for many years, she simply spoke frankly.

"So, you want me to promise Li Shikai to go to the military camp to cook, and you go with me?" Fatty Yao squinted his eyes, and he easily judged that the masked man in front of him was not lying.

"Or, you can teach me your cooking skills, and then I will go for you." Su Qingcheng said calmly.

Unexpectedly, Fatty Yao stood up from the ground in an instant and retorted angrily: "I, Fatty Yao, are handsome, charming, and world-famous for my cooking skills. How could I have such an ugly apprentice like you!"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he realized that he was being outspoken and shouldn't be laughing at his savior's appearance like this.

He scratched his head in embarrassment and pretended to cry out in pain as if the wound was open. However, he found that the face in front of him did not look sad that his self-esteem was hurt. Instead, he looked at him directing and acting here with a nonchalant expression.

"Ahem, what I mean is that my cooking skills cannot be learned in a day or two. You can't go alone."

"So, you agreed to take me there?" Su Qingcheng said excitedly.

Fatty Yao waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no..."

"Let's do this. You can regret it before Li Shikai comes. Today, because I saved you, you agree first." Su Qingcheng said.

Fatty Yao was helpless and sighed: "Well, after living for so many years, this is the first time I have seen such a difficult young man like you. I guess that general really pulled you out of dire straits."

Su Qingcheng was lost for a moment, and the tall figure of a man unconsciously appeared in her mind. She raised the corners of her mouth and said, "Yes, he saved me time and time again from the thousands of water and fire in this glitzy world."

That night.

Ye Tantai stood on the top of Lin'an's city wall, looking at the brightly lit city.

Although the two of them were thousands of miles apart, he still couldn't help imagining that the woman was beside him, smiling at him tenderly and peacefully.

He sat on the city wall, and a melodious voice came from the Xiao in his hand.

In the sound of the flute, there is longing and unspeakable love.

Su Qingcheng was lying on the bed in the inn, vaguely hearing such a beautiful melody in her ears.

She couldn't help but get up from the bed, opened the window, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and murmured: "I didn't expect that this little Lin'an would hide such a powerful musician."

Without Wu Ya's medicine, Su Qingcheng thought that tonight would be another sleepless night, but she didn't expect that she would fall asleep amidst the sound of the flute, which was so quiet that it was almost inaudible.

The next day.

Su Qingcheng went to Fatty Yao's restaurant early in the morning. Yesterday, Wuya took Li Shikai's home away. She was worried that Li Shikai would come early and take Fatty Yao away.

As soon as she entered the restaurant, she found that the restaurant had returned to the neat appearance it had before Li Shikai arrived yesterday. Fatty Yao, who was covered in bandages, was already jumping around and busy in the kitchen very flexibly.

"There are no guests now, why are you busy in the kitchen? The wound will open easily."

"The chef is not born for the guests, I am born for these fresh ingredients."

Su Qingcheng was moved by his idea and stopped stopping him.

She and Wu Ya were sitting leisurely by the window, eating melon seeds and drinking tea.

It was already dusk, but there were still no customers in the restaurant, and Fatty Yao had never come out of the kitchen.

"Dad, give me a bowl of rice, I'm going to starve to death!" A fat lame boy ran in from outside.

"Why did you just come back! You've been out in the wild and you still know how to go home!" Fatty Yao angrily ran out of the kitchen with a kitchen knife and chased and beat the lame boy.

The lame boy was very nimble, and Fatty Yao ran out of breath without even touching a hair on him.

Su Qingcheng and Wu Ya were stunned in the corner. The father and son were exactly the same in appearance and body shape.

Soon, Su Qingcheng's eyes came to rest on the young man's leg. It didn't look like he was poisoned, nor did he look like he had accidentally broken it.

Fatty Yao knew he couldn't catch up, so he turned around and entered the kitchen. After a while, several plates filled with sumptuous meals flew out from the back kitchen.

"You two, and the kid who ran away from home, are here for dinner."

"Hehe, Dad, I knew you were the best to me," the little fat man smiled, picked up a piece of pig's trotters and gnawed on it, "Who are this masked black man and cold-faced woman?"

The little fat man said something astonishing, and Su Qingcheng and Wu Ya took the chopsticks in their hands at the same time.

Fatty Yao hit the little fat guy on the head with his chopsticks: "Eat your food and stop worrying about others."

"Oh."

As expected, the little fat man concentrated on eating and never looked at the two of them again.

Su Qingcheng probed: "How did your son's leg get injured?"

"Brought from the mother's womb." Fatty Yao said calmly. He lowered his head to eat and couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.

Su Qingcheng hesitated for a moment, then decided to speak: "Maybe I can cure it, can you let me have a look?"

She guessed that Fatty Yao was unwilling to leave Lin'an and go to the military camp, mostly because he still had a disabled son to take care of. As long as Fatty's legs were healed, Fatty Yao would naturally agree to go to the military camp with her.

"Forget it, the injuries I suffered yesterday were all skin injuries. If you can heal them, it proves that you have some medical skills. But with my son's leg muscles, it is impossible unless a miracle doctor appears." Fatty Yao refused bluntly.

"What are you talking about? You don't know she is..." Wu Ya said, but Su Qingcheng stopped her before she finished speaking.

"How do you know if it doesn't work if you haven't tried it? After all, I can bring people with a heart on the right side back from hell. It shows that my ability is not small."

Fatty Yao moved slightly, and he looked at Su Qingcheng in disbelief.

Except for an old man many years ago, not many doctors could tell that his heart was on the right side.