Young Song: The Hidden Sword God, Han Yi and Her Child Arrive at the Door.

"Radish flower...sword intent?"

Song Yanhui's lips twitched even more violently. He looked at the radish that was carved as if it were a real flower, and then at Wushuang, who had a "praise me" look on her face. He felt his blood pressure rising sharply.

The Peerless Sword Box is for killing!

It's for conquering the world with swords!

You freaking used it to cut radishes?

Carving?

"Nonsense! Absolutely nonsense!"

Enraged, Song Yan slammed her Broken Water Sword onto the ground, causing the floor to crack.

"The dignified young master of Wushuang City, a future sword immortal in the making, is actually working as a cook here? Have you no shame? You've completely disgraced Wushuang City!"

"Come with me! Immediately! Right now! Return to Wushuang City for seclusion and reflection!"

As he spoke, he reached out to grab Wushuang's arm.

"I'm not leaving!"

Wushuang dodged Song Yanhui's hand with lightning speed, while simultaneously maneuvering her flying sword to protect the radish platter behind her, fearing that her master might smash it.

"Master, what do you know?"

Wushuang retorted earnestly, "That's called the Way of the Sword! Mr. Su said the Way of the Sword lies in control, in subtlety! I used to only know how to use brute force, but now I realize that being able to carve patterns on tofu without breaking it is the true pinnacle of the Way of the Sword!"

"Besides, I've only just touched the threshold of 'carving tofu,' and I'm preparing to break through to the 'thousands of threads' realm. Wouldn't leaving now be giving up halfway?"

"You...you've been brainwashed by Su Changqing?!"

Song Yan Hui stomped her feet in anger, "What tofu carving? That's just acrobatics! It's a heretical art! True swordsmanship is about breaking through all defenses with a single strike! It's about unstoppable progress!"

"Master, you're so outdated."

Wushuang shook her head, looking disgusted. "Mr. Su said that a sword that can't be controlled is just scrap metal. My sword control is more than twice as good as before! Don't believe me? Let's have a match!"

"Gestures? You want to fight me?!"

Song Yan was so angry that her mustache stood on end.

"We'll see."

Wushuang suddenly lowered her voice, a look of ecstasy on her face, "Even if it weren't for the sake of swordsmanship, I can't leave. The food here... it's just too delicious!"

"What?" Song Yan was taken aback.

"The 'Heartbreak Rice'! Buddha Jumps Over the Wall! And that... spicy rabbit head!"

As Wushuang spoke, she swallowed hard. "Master, you have no idea. Just one bite of that food felt like my soul was elevated! It's a million times better than the pig swill in Wushuang City!"

"You'd abandon your sect for a mere morsel?!"

Song Yan Hui was furious and raised her hand to hit him, saying, "I'm going to beat this unworthy grand-disciple of yours to a pulp today!"

Just then.

A strange fragrance, like a seductive hook, wafted in from the front hall.

It was a scent that blended the aroma of rice, eggs, and a faint, refreshing fragrance of medicinal herbs.

Just one whiff of it makes you feel your pores open up and your mouth water, as if you are in a golden wheat field.

"Gurgle—"

A loud, extremely untimely stomach growl came from Song Yan Hui's abdomen.

Song Yan's raised hand froze in mid-air, and her face, which had been righteous just moments before, instantly turned a deep purplish-red.

He traveled day and night without even having a sip of water, and was already starving.

Now that the aroma is so enticing, how can my stomach possibly resist?

"Oh, is Lord Song hungry?"

Su Changqing walked in carrying a bowl of "Heartbreakingly Delicious Rice" that had just come out of the pot and was still gleaming with golden light. He looked at Song Yan Hui with a half-smile and said, "Since you're here, why not have a bowl before you leave? I just made this myself, using this year's new rice."

"snort!"

Song Yan Hui snorted coldly, forcibly turning her head to the side. "Am I, Song Yan Hui, the kind of person who indulges in gluttony? I'm not hungry! I just want to take my disciple with me!"

"Really not going to eat?"

Su Changqing moved the bowl closer, "This food has special effects; eating it will remind you of your first love. Lord Song, you've been single for so many years, don't you want to reminisce about your youth?"

"you……"

Song Yan Hui's sore spot (the pain of being single) was touched, and her face turned even uglier.

But the aroma was just too tempting, like countless tiny hands tickling his heart.

His nose twitched uncontrollably twice, and his Adam's apple bobbed violently.

"Master, please try it, it's really delicious!" Wushuang also urged from the side, "Anyway, it's not too late to fight after you eat."

"this……"

Song Yan hesitated.

He glanced at the bowl of gleaming gold rice, then at Su Changqing's expression that said, "You'll regret it if you don't eat this," and ultimately succumbed to his instincts.

"Hmph! Since you're so insistent, I'll reluctantly try a bite. But that doesn't mean I forgive you!"

Song Yan gave herself a way out and took the bowl of rice.

"I'd like to see what's so special about this food that it could remind people of their first love? That's utter nonsense!"

As he spoke, he picked up a spoon, scooped out a large mouthful, and put it in his mouth.

next second.

Song Yan stopped chewing her rice.

His eyes widened suddenly, his pupils contracted sharply, as if he had tasted the most incredible flavor in the world.

The soft, sticky rice and the savory egg dance on your tongue and explode on your taste buds!

More importantly, as the rice entered his throat, a warm current instantly flowed throughout his body and into his mind.

A long-buried memory resurfaced without warning.

It was an afternoon thirty years ago.

At that time, he was not yet the Lord of Wushuang City, but just a naive young man.

The girl next door, wearing a floral dress and braided pigtails, shyly handed him a hot roasted sweet potato, smiling as she said, "Brother Yan Hui, this is for you."

That smile was brighter than the sunshine.

Those sweet potatoes were sweeter than honey.

"Xiao Fang..."

Song Yanhui murmured to herself, two streams of hot tears flowing down her cheeks and dripping into the bowl.

He thought of that girl, of that innocent and carefree time, and of the beautiful moments he had missed because of his sword practice.

"Waaaaah... I was wrong... I shouldn't have focused so much on sword practice..."

The grandmaster wept bitterly in public, crying like a 200-pound child.

Everyone around was stunned.

Is this food... really that strong?

Wushuang quietly approached Su Changqing and whispered, "Sir, what's wrong with my master? Has he eaten something that damaged his brain?"

"It's nothing, I was just touched."

Su Changqing calmly took a sip of tea.

After a while.

Song Yan finally stopped crying, licked the last grain of rice from the bowl clean, and grabbed Su Changqing's hand without even wiping away her tears.

"Mr. Su!"

Song Yan's eyes were filled with fervor, and there was no trace of the hostility she had shown before.

"Is there any food left? I'll buy it! I'll pay any price!"

"Are there...more people needed? I want to stay too!"