Rebirth: My Master is the Dragon Prince

After going back and forth seven or eight times, the flowers were finally sold out. When he returned to the sect, it was already New Year's Eve. Mu Qinghan was particularly happy.

Last year, Xie Jingshu did not celebrate the New Year with him. Yueyunshan Sect bought a lot of fireworks from the human world. Xie Jingshu and his three disciples walked into the kitchen.

Watching the firewood being added to the boiler and the aroma of food filling the entire house, Xie Jingshu felt that he could do it too.

He walked straight to another kitchen, and the two disciples chased after him, "Master, what are you doing?"

"Cooking," Ye Fengci was shocked. He had seen Xie Jingshu's cooking skills and wanted to break his idea.

"Master, we actually prefer the soup you make," Mu Qinghan was far from realizing the seriousness of the matter.

"Who drinks soup on New Year's Eve? Do you want to drink soup all year round? I want to try what Master makes."

Encouraged by Mu Qinghan, Xie Jingshu became more determined to cook a meal. It was just a matter of adding some oil, salt, stir-frying, and stewing.

Ye Fengci pinched Mu Qinghan's arm and signaled him to stop talking with his eyes.

He didn't know and didn't believe whether he would be able to soak in the soup in the next year, but if you ate the food he cooked, it would be estimated that all that would come out of your mouth for several days.

"Why are you pinching me? Why don't you help Master light the fire?"

Mu Qinghan said this as he sat on the fire pit to warm himself. Except for Xie Jingshu who didn't like the heat, everyone else wanted to warm themselves by the fire in this kind of weather.

The dish had already been prepared and placed on the side. It was sliced ​​fish. Since both of the apprentices didn't like spicy food, it was OK.

Xie Jingshu poured some oil and added onions, ginger and garlic according to the steps. At first, it looked pretty good. Mu Qinghan was just wondering how there could be such a man who was both civil and military in the world, when something in the air started to smell wrong.

Bai Jin also smelled the pungent smell in Xie Jingshu's sleeve and rolled out of Xie Jingshu's sleeve.

Xie Jingshu was still immersed in it and didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Except for the strong smell of oil smoke, there shouldn't be any problem.

Bai Jin ran to the door and coughed for a long time, but in the form of a rabbit.

No one knew that he was coughing and tears were flowing from his eyes.

His neck twitched, unable to bear the smell, Bai Jin rubbed his front paws together, washed his face with tears, and then covered his nose with his front paws.

Xie Jingshu then realized that Bai Jin had run out from his sleeve and was standing at the door with his face in his paws. His heart was softened by Bai Jin's action.

"Why did you come out?"

Bai Jin still didn't put down his front paws, "Your Highness, I just want to come out and get some fresh air, just some fresh air."

Mu Qinghan stood up and shouted, "It's messed up."

Xie Jingshu hurried back and looked at the charred fish at the bottom. However, there were still some good fish on top, so it should be fine. He calmly picked up the fish on top.

"Why are you panicking? These are still edible." For the first time, Ye Fengci wanted to escape from Xie Jingshu.

On the surface, the fish he cooked only looked a little less colorful than others, but once you took a bite, you would find that it had a lot of strange flavors.

That taste doesn't sound like anything that seasoning can taste like.

For example, a fish will become smoky-sweet and fishy in his hands, as if no ingredients to remove the fishy smell have been added at all.

This is just a taste of it, there is also the raw smell and the uncooked oily smell.

I swallowed my breath and waited for the imminent abdominal pain. Then I was busy from morning till night.

Mu Qinghan saw that the color of this fish seemed to be a little different from others, but it didn't matter at all. "Master, can I try it?"

Ye Fengci turned his head away and closed his eyes in pain. He could imagine what this delicious smell was without even smelling it.

In his heart, he thought to himself that Mu Qinghan was really brave. If there was any torture for him in this world, it would be to make him finish a dish made by Xie Jingshu without changing his expression.

And he held it in until dawn. However, Xie Jingshu did not let him taste it, "Let's eat together later."

Mu Qinghan put down his chopsticks and said, "It seems so. Then, Master, is there anything else you haven't done?"

Ye Fengci tried to save it, because as long as it was a dish made by Xie Jingshu himself,

He just had to eat it, as if he particularly cherished the fruits of his labor. "Actually, Master, we can make a soup. The soup you make is delicious."

Xie Jingshu did not plan to make soup. "When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Since people here don't drink soup during the New Year, we won't stew it."

Ye Fengci had no good idea, so he added more firewood to the pot. Xie Jingshu then cooked sweet and sour spareribs, steamed lotus root slices, and braised pig's trotters...

Each dish seemed more wrong than the last, and there was no telling what the whole room smelled like, so the four of them moved to another room.

When it was time to eat, Mu Qinghan first picked up a piece of fish fillet and put it in his mouth for only two seconds before his smiling face suddenly turned into a frown.

Because of what Master had done, he didn't want to offend Master, so he swallowed the fish fillet with difficulty with a red face.

The whole process was like torture. He glanced at Ye Fengci, who was calmly eating the only dish that had not been cooked.

Bai Jin took a bite of scallion and tofu, looked at Xie Jingshu, secretly spit the food back into the bowl, and then followed Ye Fengci's example and only ate scallion and tofu.

The dish of spring onion and tofu was quickly finished, and the three of them couldn't eat any more.

Xie Jingshu said, "Why don't you eat something else?"

Mu Qinghan laughed dryly, "We eat, we eat."

Ye Fengci picked up a piece of pig's trotter and put it in Mu Qinghan's bowl. "Eat it. Master made it."

Xie Jingshu was puzzled as to why these two people who were usually at odds with each other actually picked up food for each other.

"Why don't you eat?"

Xie Jingshu said as he ate a piece of fish fillet, which contained many rare ingredients.

But the taste didn't seem to be that good, so I suppressed my anger and ate the fish fillet anyway.

He ate several more dishes, and the three of them looked at him with admiration.

Xie Jingshu asked, "Why are you looking at me? Don't you want to eat?"

"Eat, eat." Mu Qinghan really regretted not listening to Ye Fengci. Now the retribution came. The three of them held their breath and ate half a bowl with tears in their eyes.

His stomach was churning and Bai Jin's ears were drooping from eating so much. This dish was poisonous.

Bai Jin turned back into a rabbit and sat on the stool. Xie Jingshu said, "Bai Jin, don't you want to eat a little more?"

"Your Highness, I am full, full, and a little sleepy,"

In fact, Bai Jin was slightly poisoned. Mu Qinghan and Ye Fengci both stopped eating.

Xie Jingshu asked, "Are you full too?"

"Yes, we are full." Xie Jingshu did not have the habit of forcing others to do things. If they wanted to eat, they could eat more. If they did not want to eat, forget it. He would not force them.

He silently put the food into his bowl and ate it bit by bit.

Ye Fengci was afraid that Xie Jingshu would find out something bad. "Master, would you like to drink some water?"

It would be good to drink some water to fill up your stomach, so that you can eat less. Xie Jingshu took a sip of water and continued to eat. He had some illusions.

The food in front of me seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, and phantoms appeared in front of me.

I felt a little dizzy, and my chopsticks loosely grasped. Mu Qinghan and Ye Fengci felt their stomachs growling, and they couldn't hold it in. Xie Jingshu couldn't eat anymore either.

To be precise, I can't eat anymore and my head feels dizzy. What's going on?

He put down his chopsticks. It might be because he was too close to the fire and it was too hot. He stood up and walked outside to get some fresh air.

The two hurriedly followed, and Ye Fengci held his hand, "Master,"

Mu Qinghan couldn't tell that Xie Jingshu was not right, but he could see it.

"Let's go back to the bedroom. Master, are you sleepy?"

"Look at the fireworks, fireworks," Xie Jingshu looked up at the sky in confusion, standing against the wall like a drunk.

Mu Qinghan could no longer hold back and rushed to solve the major issue of his life. After all, Ye Fengci was not an ordinary person and could hold on for a while.

Xie Jingshu felt more and more dizzy, and had no choice but to say, "Let's go back." Ye Fengci endured the abdominal pain and helped Xie Jingshu leave.

Xie Jingshu walked unsteadily, and when he reached the bedroom, he fell on the couch with a thud. The dragon horns came out because of the poison. "He even poisoned himself,"

Ye Fengci took a bottle of antidote from the table and put it into Xie Jingshu's mouth with some water. Xie Jingshu resisted at first,

But as time passed, he lost the ability to resist and let Ye Fengci pour the medicine into his mouth. Ye Fengci touched Xie Jingshu's forehead and found it was burning hot.

He knew that there was nothing good about Xie Jingshu's cooking, but the poisoning in his previous life was obviously different from the current one, at least there was no fever.

Bai Jin ate little, so he woke up after a while. He ran out from Xie Jingshu's sleeve and lay beside Xie Jingshu. Ye Fengci grabbed his ears and took him to another place.

Bai Jin tried to kick Ye Fengci with his rabbit legs to express his dissatisfaction, but Ye Fengci slapped him on the tail and he just stayed still. To be honest, he was a little afraid of him.

When he returned to Xie Jingshu, Xie Jingshu had fallen asleep hugging the pillow, with a red face. Ye Fengci wiped Xie Jingshu's face with ice water over and over again.

"Master, please stop hugging the pillow and hug me, okay?"

Xie Jingshu did not answer. He turned over and conjured up a dragon's tail, which was also red. However, there was no dragon doctor here, and it was getting late.

It was inconvenient to walk, so he lowered the temperature of the entire bedroom a lot, making it several times colder than outside.

Bai Jin hid under the quilt. It was so cold, terribly cold.