I advise madmen to be good people

I don’t know if it’s fear or showing off skills. In short, judging from the results I tasted in the end, the chefs probably took out all the craftsmanship at the bottom of the box. .

I am quite satisfied with my meal.

I just slept the most peaceful sleep in three years, and now I have the most delicious meal in three years, which really makes people feel a sense of happiness.

Ming Yixin is like a supportive audience watching food, eating and broadcasting, with a smile at the end of his eyes, focused and serious, and his eyes never leave me for a moment.

In the end, when my stomach was round after I had already eaten, I picked up a piece of beef with sauce and stuffed it into my mouth. He seemed to be unable to bear it at last, and leaned over to bite the half of my mouth that I hadn't had time to swallow. A piece of beef, he chewed and swallowed it.

This was the first time I saw him eat, and I was so surprised that I didn't even bother to eat, and was busy asking him how he thought.

"Is it tasty?"

"You think it's delicious?"

After getting my nodding affirmative answer, his brows suddenly wrinkled.

"Before, your requirements were not so low."

As he spoke, he glanced at the chefs standing in the corner, his tone cold.

"It's nothing more than a famous chef."

When this sentence fell into the ears of the cooks, it was tantamount to saying "you will all die later", and all of them turned pale with fright, knelt down in a hurry and cried for mercy.

"Shut up! What are you arguing about!"

The disciples of Huai Ling Palace immediately yelled loudly, pulled out the sabers around their waists, and were about to gesticulate on the necks of the cooks.

"Don't, don't!"

I hurriedly stood up to stop it, and then grabbed Ming Yixin's arm and shook it.

"You promised me not to kill them. Now that the meal is finished and the recipe has been written, let them go."

Before Ming Yixin could speak, the leader of the group of disciples took a step forward and said firstly: "Young Palace Master, these people must not be let go. The Palace Master has ordered that anyone who has seen your face and heard The outsiders of your voice must be killed, and none of them can leave alive."

"The palace lord has an order?"

Ming Yixin looked at her coldly, suddenly raised his hand, and grabbed her in the air.

The disciple suddenly seemed to be tied around his neck by an invisible rope, his feet slowly left the ground, and in a suspended state, he clutched his neck and struggled in excruciating pain, like a dying grasshopper.

Then Ming Yixin put his five fingers together, and in front of everyone, cut off the disciple's neck bone with his true energy, and threw it out like throwing garbage.

This scene frightened the cooks into a ball of mud, they didn't even dare to beg for mercy, their eyes were full of despair.

The other disciples were not surprised or panicked, apparently they were used to it, but when Ming Yixin indifferently ordered them to let the big chefs go, no one dared to say anything, and they were extremely obedient.

On the way back, I was carried away by Ming Yixin again. It seemed that he took care of me as a disabled person who couldn't take care of himself.

"Why don't you let me down, I can walk by myself, just like taking a walk after dinner to digest food."

"Do not."

He refused without hesitation.

"You are hurt."

Brother, I hurt my shoulders, not my legs, okay?

Seeing his irrefutable appearance, I knew it was useless to come down, so I didn't insist anymore. I leaned my head on his chest, and lazily took my fingers to slide along the texture of his clothes all the way to the delicate and beautiful mandible. Slowly rubbing on it like playing with jade, I can't put it down.

"Three years."

Ming Yixin opened his mouth suddenly, and looked down at me with a deep meaning.

"Jade Soul should have been absorbed long ago."

Is not this nonsensical?

I tasted the meaning of what he said, and then reacted abruptly.

When he was about to leave, I wanted to do this and that because the Jade Soul hadn't been absorbed and my body couldn't bear it. But now it's different, it's his turn to collect debts from me.

Inexplicably, I was a little panicked, my ears started to burn again, and my voice was so low that I didn't have any confidence.

"I'm hurt..." He raised his eyebrows.

"It's only the shoulder that's hurt, it doesn't matter."

It's too double standard, it won't affect it at this time, that's not what you said just now.

I don’t know if it’s because of the feeling of being close to my hometown, but now I don’t have the energy to rush forward regardless of what I did three years ago. When I think about what may happen next, my whole body tenses up and freezes. It's like a piece of wood, my heart is "thumping" like a deer bumping around, and my hands and feet are so nervous that I don't know where to put it.

It's impossible for Ming Yixin not to notice my strangeness, but he didn't say anything, he bent down very naturally, and put me back on the big pink bed.

I watched him getting closer and closer to me, blushed and said something.

"Now, still, it's still daytime..." "What's wrong with daytime?"

His hand touched my cheek, his movements were as gentle as a ray of spring breeze.

"Can't you teach exercises to heal your injuries during the day?"

"Healing?"

Only then did I realize that I would be wrong. I was very embarrassed, so I could only pretend that nothing happened, and laughed dryly to fool the past.

"Hehe, of course it's ok. Healing has to be done during the day. At night, you can't see how to heal. Yes, daytime is good, especially good!"

My incoherent appearance fell into his eyes, but it seemed to make him very happy, he leaned into my ear, and smiled softly.

"When you recover from your injury, let's discuss the benefits of the night."

What are the benefits of the evening, don't ask me, I don't know anything.

Ming Yixin also lay down beside me, and put his hand on my dantian. Suddenly, there seemed to be a warm current flowing slowly, spreading from the dantian to the eight extraordinary meridians, nourishing me silently. Damaged inner strength.

I also closed my eyes and exercised my kung fu, and cooperated with him to send the true energy sent into my dantian to circulate smoothly in my body, lest he spend too much energy and consume his own kung fu instead.

But this process was so comfortable, I closed my eyes and my thoughts gradually drifted away, and I fell asleep in a daze. When I woke up again, the room was already dark, and I couldn't see my fingers.

"Ming Yixin?"

Since I couldn't see the surrounding scene clearly, I had to grope in the air with my hands while calling his name.

"Where are you?"

Before I could finish my words, my slightly parted lips were sealed with a kiss.

This kiss rolled on my lips inextricably, with a scorching temperature, entangled and entangled, it almost took all my breath, until I was almost out of breath, and was finally let go.

In the darkness, Ming Yixin chuckled.

"That's one of the benefits of being at night."

As he spoke, his lips brushed my cheeks to my earlobe, and touched them as if nothing had happened.

"As for the others, I will tell you slowly later."

I can only say that luckily there is no light in the room now, otherwise, Ming Yixin would be able to see how ridiculously red my face would be.

However, in the next second, all the candlesticks seemed to have an appointment, and when there was no wind, the cores were suddenly ignited, driving away the darkness in the room and turning it into bright light.

Ming Yixin withdrew her hand, turned her head to look at me who hid her face in the pillow, and there was a little smile in her voice that couldn't be hidden.

"Get up and eat something."

"Don't eat."

I was stuffed in the pillow, and my words were buzzing.

"I ate too much at noon, and I'm not hungry yet."

"Really don't eat?"

He deliberately said: "Then what I made, I can only take it away."

My ears keenly caught the point.

"You did it?"

In an instant I threw the pillow and looked into the room.

Sure enough, on the table placed on the screen in the atrium, there were several dishes, large and small, steaming upwards.

I took a strong sniff of the scent coming over, and the glutton in my stomach jumped up and down happily.

"Didn't you say you forgot how to do it? Have you remembered it now?"

"No."

Ming Yixin hugged me horizontally and walked towards the table.

"Look at it today and learn it again."

"Just take a look?"

My eyes widened in surprise.

"Why are you so powerful!"

"is it?"

The corners of Ming Yixin's lips curled up slightly, but her expression was very indifferent.

"It wasn't too difficult at all."

A scumbag like me with a cooking talent of 0 immediately cast envious and admiring eyes at the talented Xueba.

"Why isn't it difficult? I haven't learned it for a long time..." "You don't need to know it."

Ming Yixin put me on the mahogany carved chair in front of the table and rubbed my hair.

"You just need to know how to eat."

With warmth in my heart, I grabbed the back of his hand and kissed him twice.

"Then if I'm raised by you, you can't dislike me."

"Isn't it better to be round?"

He touched the protruding knuckles on my wrist, and said leisurely: "You are too skinny now, eat more meat to feel comfortable."

I chuckled, raised my face, and looked at him blinking and blinking.

"That's what you said, don't regret it."

He also smiled softly, and lowered his head to kiss my eyelid.

"No regrets."

No wonder Ming Yixin felt so disgusted after eating the half piece of beef at noon. The deliciousness of this meal was not 01:30 higher than the one at noon, but it went directly to the sky, which is incomparable.

I ate to my heart's content, touched my round belly and stood up.

After sleeping all afternoon and eating so much, I should go out for a walk so as not to accumulate food.

When I was halfway through eating, Ming Yixin received some news from his disciples and went out for the time being. I thought about the maze and couldn't figure it out, so I just walked around the corridor outside the room twice.

There are not as many candlesticks in the corridor outside as there are in the room, and the light is slightly darker. I walked forward slowly while admiring the various gorgeous decorations embedded on the wall.

When passing the corner, a hand suddenly stretched out from an open door next to it, grabbed my arm with lightning speed, and dragged me into the door.

This man happened to grab my injured hand, and I gasped from the pain. I was a bit too slow to counterattack for a while, and he was directly and firmly imprisoned by the wall.

Seeing that I was still struggling, he quickly pulled off the black cloth covering his face and called me in a low voice.

"Master, it's me."