Mythical Luo, starting with the fox spirit

Yang Ping'an estimated that there might not be enough bamboo to burn, so he got up and went to a distance to cut down a few more bamboo stalks so as not to ruin the scenery.

Worried that the bamboo rat meat might not be enough for the three of them, Yang Ping'an searched carefully in the bamboo forest and dug up a bunch of autumn bamboo shoots and a pheasant, which he then used his magic to control and bring back to the bamboo house.

"Brother Yang, where did you find these bamboo shoots? Are autumn bamboo shoots edible?" Dongfang Qinlan had finished washing the pile of bamboo skewers. She looked at the bamboo shoots that Yang Ping'an had placed on the grass and asked curiously.

"Of course you can eat it. This kind of autumn bamboo shoot is especially tender and delicious. With my cooking skills, you'll see!" Yang Ping'an patted his chest and praised the freshness of the autumn bamboo shoot.

"I'm really looking forward to it." Dongfang Huaizhu couldn't help but look forward to the delicious food that was about to be served after hearing Yang Ping'an's praise.

"Hahaha, I guarantee you'll never forget the taste of my soup once you've had it," Yang Ping'an said confidently, giving a thumbs up.

Yang Ping'an picked up the pheasant and walked back to the Huai River to clean it.

"I'll help." "Me too." The two sisters, Dongfang Huaizhu and Dongfang Qinlan, picked up the pile of autumn bamboo shoots and followed Yang Ping'an to the Huai River, where they peeled off the outer skin of the bamboo shoots.

"These bamboo shoots look so tender." Dongfang Huaizhu looked at the white and tender bamboo shoots in her hand, just as Yang Ping'an had described.

"Of course, why would I lie to you?" Yang Ping'an finished cleaning the pheasant in his hand, turned around and said with a relaxed smile.

"Here, use this to hold the bamboo shoots." Yang Ping'an saw that Dongfang Huaizhu and the other girl had too many peeled bamboo shoots to fit in their arms, so he took out a porcelain basin from his sleeve and handed it to them. He also took out a pot to hold the chicken.

"Brother Yang, where did you put such a big basin?" Dongfang Huaizhu looked at Yang Ping'an as if he had magically produced such a large basin, and curiously examined his sleeves.

"Hahaha, this is my unique skill," Yang Ping'an said with a laugh.

"Oh, I see." Dongfang Huaizhu felt a little disappointed when she heard Yang Ping'an say that, but since each family's secret techniques could not be revealed to outsiders, she quickly composed herself and stopped asking questions.

Dongfang Huaizhu continued peeling bamboo shoots, but her movements were clearly not as cheerful anymore.

"Want to learn? I'll teach you." Yang Ping'an looked at Dongfang Huaizhu and said with a smile.

"Huh? No way, isn't that your family's secret technique? How can you pass it on to outsiders!" Dongfang Huaizhu couldn't believe her ears, but she quickly realized that she couldn't harm Yang Ping'an, and decisively refused Yang Ping'an's idea of ​​teaching her.

"When did I say this was a Yang family technique? This is a supernatural power I comprehended myself, so naturally I can teach it to you." Yang Ping'an washed his hands clean, walked up to Dongfang Huaizhu, and said gently.

"Even if it's the Yang family's magic, I'll teach it to you sooner or later." Yang Ping'an said with a wicked smile as he pulled Dongfang Huaizhu up from the ground.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Dongfang Huaizhu was stunned for a moment, then realized what Yang Ping'an meant. Like a frightened rabbit, her cheeks instantly turned red, and she glared at Yang Ping'an.

"Huaizhu, I'm serious. Would you like to travel with me to see all the mountains and rivers of this world?" Yang Ping'an knelt down on one knee, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hands, his bright eyes looking at the beauty in front of him.

Dongfang Huaizhu covered her mouth in surprise, staring intently into Yang Ping'an's determined eyes. Suddenly, she smiled broadly and took the bouquet of flowers from Yang Ping'an's hands.

"Your flowers are very vibrant, I love them."

Yang Ping'an stared blankly at the stunningly beautiful Dongfang Huaizhu. At this moment, Dongfang Huaizhu seemed to be more radiant than the sun in the sky, and Yang Ping'an's eyes were only on her.

"I can't play the zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, compose poems, cook, wash dishes, or make beds. You..." Dongfang Huaizhu held the flowers behind her back with both hands.

"From now on, I'll cook, do the laundry, and fold the blankets," Yang Ping'an blurted out before Dongfang Huaizhu could finish speaking.

"Idiot, couldn't you wait until I finished speaking?" Dongfang Huaizhu tapped Yang Ping'an on the head with the flowers in her hand when she heard what Yang Ping'an said, her face flushed with embarrassment and annoyance.

"Although all I know is fighting and magic, I will learn to cook and make a living, and I will learn to change."

"You don't need to force yourself to make any changes. I like you, no matter what you are like." Yang Ping'an stood up, holding Dongfang Huaizhu's hands tightly, his eyes firm yet full of tenderness.

"Then we'll see how you perform in the future~" Dongfang Huaizhu looked at Yang Ping'an, feeling shy under his burning gaze.

Dongfang Huaizhu let go, picked up the porcelain basin filled with bamboo shoots from the ground, and pulled Dongfang Qinlan, who was watching the excitement with wide, blinking eyes, along with light steps towards the grass.

With a bright smile on his face, Yang Ping'an chuckled, picked up the porcelain bowl containing the chicken, and walked towards the barbecue grill.

Yang Ping'an walked to the cleared grass, manipulated the soil to form the shape of a stove, and then took out an iron pot, bowls and chopsticks, and a pile of pepper powder, mushrooms and other seasonings from his sleeve.

"You want to learn too? I'll teach you in a bit." Yang Ping'an turned his head and saw Dongfang Qinlan looking at him with a curious expression. He smiled and patted her little head.

"I support you, hurry up and marry my sister!" Dongfang Qinlan gave Yang Ping'an a "you're great" look, then suddenly shouted loudly, shocking Yang Ping'an and Dongfang Huaizhu.

"Well, Dongfang Qinlan, are you itching for a beating? You really want me to get married so soon?" Dongfang Huaizhu blushed instantly, dropped the burning bamboo leaf in her hand, and then grabbed Dongfang Qinlan's ears, scolding her.

Dongfang Qinlan looked at Yang Ping'an pitifully, casting pleading glances at him.

Yang Ping'an shook his head. He dared not provoke Dongfang Huaizhu at this moment. He gave her a helpless look, then turned around and continued to process the bamboo shoots and chicken, as if he couldn't bear to look at her.

Yang Ping'an first put an appropriate amount of water into the pot, then took the bamboo leaves that had been lit from the Dongfang Huai bamboo to the stove and put in the bamboo branches that had been split earlier.

After the water boiled, Yang Pingan put the chicken into the pot and blanched it in the boiling water for a few minutes. He then drained the water to remove the chicken's fishy smell.

Yang Pingan rinsed the iron pot again, added fresh water, then cut the bamboo shoots into suitable sizes, and put in the chicken, mushrooms, and bamboo shoots in that order. He then covered the pot and waited for it to simmer slowly.

On the other side, Dongfang Huaizhu seemed to have tired of training and stopped. Dongfang Qinlan's two tufts of hair lay limply on her head.

"Did you remember it?" Dongfang Huaizhu asked Dongfang Qinlan.

"I've got it," Dongfang Qinlan replied listlessly.

"Well, I won't say anything more about you today." Dongfang Huaizhu put away her authority as the older sister and released Dongfang Qinlan's ears.

As soon as Dongfang Qinlan escaped Dongfang Huaizhu's control, she immediately ran to Yang Ping'an, who was still skewering bamboo rat meat, and made a face at her through Dongfang Huaizhu's eyes when she wasn't paying attention.