My wife is a sword god

After working hard outside for so many days, Qin Feng finally returned to Qin Mansion.

After bathing and changing clothes, he lay down heavily on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already dark, and the lady in white was sitting beside the bed, waiting quietly.

"How long have I slept?" Qin Feng pinched his eyebrows, most of the previous fatigue had faded away.

"I slept for about three hours." Liu Jianli replied softly.

"It's been so long." Qin Feng slowly sat up and asked, "Madam, why are you here?"

"I heard from Ningshuang that you haven't had a good meal for a long time, so I thought of making some for you." Liu Jianli's red lips opened slightly, and when she spoke, a touch of pink reached the tips of her ears.

When she returned to Liu Mansion, Qin Feng was called away by her father, so her mother took her and told her many things about how husband and wife should get along.

One of them is - if you want to capture a man's heart, you must first capture his stomach.

At this moment, Liu Jianli could still remember her mother's proud look when she recalled it.

My mother said that it was her cooking skills that allowed her to hold her father firmly in her hand.

Thinking of this, Liu Jianli took a breath and brought the dinner plate on the table behind him to Qin Feng.

"Did you make all of these yourself?" Qin Feng's eyes widened, a little surprised.

"Yeah." Liu Jianli nodded slightly and responded softly in his nasal voice.

The food is not much, but it is exquisite and looks good.

A bowl of noodles, a bowl of pork belly, two vegetables, and a soup, it can be said that it has everything you need.

The most important thing is that Qin Feng originally thought that his wife was the kind of goddess who didn't touch the spring water with her fingers and only wanted to be a divine swordsman.

But he didn't expect that his wife would go into the kitchen to do this for him.

"Madam." Qin Feng choked up, he was really moved.

"This is the first time I've made these. Try it, how does it taste?" Liu Jianli brushed the hair beside her ear and asked Xiafei's cheeks softly.

Qin Feng couldn't wait to pick up the rice bowl and said while using his chopsticks: "How can my wife's cooking skills be so bad? Let me try this ruddy pork belly first, eh, seriously... eh?"

As he chewed it, he realized something was wrong. Although the pork looked good, it tasted so strange.

To describe it, it feels like a candy jar exploding in your mouth.

Looking at his wife's expectant eyes, Qin Feng forcibly swallowed the braised pork, and then gave a thumbs up: "I have never tasted braised pork that impressed me so deeply, it is really unique in the world!

I'll try these two green vegetables again, they look very appetizing. "

As for vegetables, even if they taste strange, they won’t be hard to swallow, right?

Qin Feng thought this in his heart, then put the green vegetables into his mouth, and then his whole body was messy in the wind.

Why should sugar be added to fried vegetables? What kind of dark cuisine is this?

"How?" Liu Jianli asked again.

Qin Feng smiled very reluctantly: "It tastes great!"

Hearing this, Liu Jianli smiled like a flower: "Try this bowl of soup again, I've been brewing it for a long time."

"Okay." Qin Feng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, took a spoon and put it into his mouth, and then shed tears.

As expected, there is a lot of sugar in the soup!

This is more like sugar water than soup.

Liu Jianli saw this and asked softly: "What's wrong? But the soup doesn't taste good?"

Qin Feng wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes: "I've never had such a delicious soup, so I'm a little touched."

After saying this, he didn't care about anything else and emptied all the vegetables and food in one go.

At least, this noodle is still normal.

After the plates were clean, Qin Feng took a sip of tea and prayed in his heart that he would never get diabetes.

He held Jianli's hand and said seriously: "Madam, it's better not to go into the kitchen in the future, the fumes there are too heavy.

Moreover, if I eat such delicious meals often in the future, I will not be able to eat anything else. "

Liu Jianli nodded slightly: "I understand. If you still want to eat next time, just tell me."

"Yeah." Qin Feng nodded heavily.

After leaving the room with the dinner plate, Lan Ningshuang couldn't wait to step forward, glanced at the empty plate, and smiled: "Miss, your cooking skills are really good. I've finished everything!"

Liu Jianli took out a piece of white paper from her arms and replied softly: "Thanks to the recipe Mom gave me, I always make it according to the recipe above."

This is somewhat beyond Lan Ningshuang's expectation: "Madam actually has such ability? Miss, can I see the recipe?"

"Can."

Lan Ningshuang took the recipe and glanced at it, then showed a strange look: "Miss, why are there so many spoons of sugar added to these dishes?"

"My mother told me that sugar can enhance the freshness and flavor, so the more the better. It was the same in the meals she cooked for my father back then. Every time my father finished eating, he was full of praises."

Lan Ningshuang didn't know how to cook, so she could only nod her head confusedly: "I see, are there any leftovers of these meals? I also want to try the Madam's ancestral craftsmanship!"

Liu Jianli shook his head when he heard this: "No more."

"Ah? That's such a pity." Lan Ningshuang looked regretful.

When he woke up the next morning, Qin Feng was still a little nauseous. Yesterday's dark cooking almost made his psychological defense collapse.

Fortunately, for the sake of his beautiful wife, he finally persisted.

When he came to the lobby, the table was piled with breakfast food, but no one started to move their chopsticks, obviously waiting for him.

He sat down next to Liu Jianli, who filled him with porridge.

Qin Feng's hands trembled as he took the bowl of porridge. Could this porridge also be made by his wife?

He glanced at his second brother who was not far away. He had already started to eat heartily and did not show any abnormality.

Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief and just started to use his chopsticks.

Well, it tasted normal.

"By the way, I have something to do at Liu Mansion today, so I won't be back for lunch."

"What's the matter?" Dad asked curiously.

Qin Feng naturally couldn't hide anything from his family, so he told the truth about the gunpowder.

Dad put down his bowl and chopsticks, looking serious.

"If gunpowder is as magical as you said, then we must take it seriously.

You just said that you want to cooperate with the court, the army, and the Demon Slayer Division. The court relies on the elders of the Divine Workshop, and the army can borrow the Divine Marquis Army of the Liu family.

What about the Demon Slayer Division? Do you have any connections?"

Qin Feng answered truthfully: "I am not very sure about the Demon Slayer Division. I can only rely on the recommendation letter of Mr. Zhou and the relationship with the Gun Immortal and the Sword Mad Senior."

Dad nodded and asked again: "When will I go to the Demon Slayer Division?"

Qin Feng thought for a moment. He went to the Liu family during the day and was slaughtered by the guy dressed as a man at night.

"Tomorrow, there will be more time tomorrow."

Dad hummed and said nothing more.