Fairy, I really am a villain!

"I believe it, I believe it, but I just think it's inappropriate," Xiaodie said in a tone like an older sister, "It is said that a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen. Your behavior is not very gentlemanly."

"That's not what I am."

~~

The two walked through the corridor one after the other and came to the kitchen of the palace.

Xiaodie put the kettle aside and stood quietly by; when she saw Mr. Fang pick up the spoon, Xiaodie knew that this was the real thing.

He is truly an old hand, well-honed and honed.

He just waved his hand on the stove, and several bottles and jars were neatly arranged out.

There were seasonings like salt and pepper that Xiaodie was familiar with, as well as spices that smelled nice but were unfamiliar to her. Then Master Fang flipped his hand and took out an iron pot with a lid like a magic trick.

Xiaodie looked at everyone dumbfounded.

Such a handsome young man, has he become an honest cook in the blink of an eye? The mustard ring is such a precious place to put the iron pot?

However, Fang Xiwen was completely unaware and turned her head to smile at her: "Actually, it's not suitable to eat something with a strong smell in the morning, but it's not bad to try it occasionally. It's just right for your young lady to see my cooking skills."

"Ha... As long as you are happy, young master."

The spatula was used to stir-fry, oil began to sizzle, the meat gradually turned golden, and was garnished with things like chopped green onions.

Then he closed the lid, took out a few small bowls, and mixed some snacks such as bitter melon with chopsticks; after stirring evenly, Fang Xiwen opened the lid of the pot and casually put the pieces of meat inside onto a plate.

The movements were so smooth that Xiaodie couldn't help but clap her hands: "Sir, you are amazing..."

"Is it possible? Can I come to the palace and be the chef?"

Seeing his smiling face, Xiaodie couldn't help but glared at him, "Young Master, you are joking again. How can I let you do such a thing, really."

"What's wrong with that? Actually, my dream before was to be a chef..."

Xiaodie didn't believe his nonsense, so she went to the stove to help clean up the things, then picked up a small bottle and examined it for a while, "So, the young master's mustard ring still contains these things."

“Some people like to eat it.”

"It's really convenient." Xiaodie handed the thing to him with some envy in her eyes.

She also likes cooking and dreams of trying all the delicacies in the world one day, preferably knowing how to cook them all, and then coming back to cook them herself... Unfortunately, she no longer has the chance.

In addition, Xiaodie has no cultivation, so she can't use the mustard seed ring even if she has it. Besides, such a thing is not something a mere servant can afford.

Fang Xiwen noticed this somewhat lonely look. He thought for a moment and said, "It seems that some storage tools can be used without true energy. I'll keep an eye out for them for you."

"Thank you, sir." Xiaodie smiled sweetly, thinking that Master Fang was really good at coaxing people.

~~

Xiaodie put her portion into the basket, while Fang Xiwen picked up the plate directly, and the two of them walked across the corridor one after the other.

Passing by the training ground, Wang Ningzhu was dancing with a spear. His moves were as fast as a dragon and he seemed to be more proficient in it than in swordsmanship.

Seeing them passing by, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he casually put his spear back into the weapon rack, clapped his hands as he walked over, sniffed, "It smells so good, Xiaodie, your skills have improved again."

Hearing this, Xiaodie burst out laughing, "This was done by Master Fang, not by me."

"he?"

Wang Ningzhu didn't believe it at all. He turned around and looked at her, "You can also cook?"

"I am omnipotent," Fang Xiwen turned the plate and smiled, "Thank you for your concern, Miss Wang. This is a small token of my appreciation."

"You still have some conscience."

The smell was really tempting. Wang Ningzhu walked into the room excitedly, carried out a table, and set it up in the yard.

Then the two of them began to arrange the dishes, putting the freshly baked hot dishes together with the pastries made by Xiaodie, making the breakfast extremely sumptuous.

As soon as he sat down, Wang Ningzhu couldn't wait to pick up a piece of meat and put it into his mouth. He even thought of words to mock him, but his eyes immediately froze.

It was unbelievable. Although the taste was a bit strong, it did not cover up the taste of the meat itself, and the layers were very rich... She swallowed the meat quickly without even tasting it, and she even forgot those words.

Her chopsticks were fixed in the air, motionless.

Seeing this, Fang Xiwen lifted up his robe and sat down, smiling proudly, "How is it?"

"It's, it's OK, about the same as my Xiaodie..." She reacted, her expression calm, but her eyes kept glancing down.

...Thanks for the plane that was sent to me despite my hesitation.

"Really?"

"I didn't taste it clearly, give me another piece!"

Seeing Wang Ningzhu's high spirits, Xiaodie standing next to him also became happy.

Then, a stool was placed in front of her, and Fang Xiwen waved at her: "Sit down."

"Son..."

"There's no difference in status between the three of us, right? You said it yourself, I'm a distinguished guest, and now I specify that you must entertain me."

After hesitating for a while, Xiaodie bit her lip, pinched the hem of her skirt and sat down, muttering softly: "Young Master is too cunning."

"Yeah, dining should be lively and exciting." Fang Xiwen nodded with satisfaction.

During this delay, Miss Wang over there had already eaten four pieces in a row, her mouth full of oil, without stopping.

Seeing this, Fang Xiwen laughed angrily: "We can't eat something so greasy so early in the morning, so we fried six pieces in total and shared them among the three of us."

"Hmph, I'm eating your portion." Wang Ningzhu glared at him vaguely, feeling indignant.

I didn’t expect this guy could cook such delicious food... How can he know everything? Are there twenty-four hours in a day?

"Miss, please pay attention to etiquette and hold up your bowl." Xiaodie raised her own bowl and reminded in a low voice.

"What does it matter? There's no one else here."

Hearing this, she subconsciously looked at Fang Xiwen, and found that he didn't seem to care much, so she felt relieved.

"Miss, you can't do this outside," Xiaodie reminded her, and then she put both pieces of meat into Fang Xiwen's bowl, "Sir, please forgive me for making a fool of myself."

"Nothing. This piece is for you," Fang Xiwen took the meat back, "I worked so hard to make this dish, it would be a shame if someone couldn't eat it."

"Young master is quite confident...ah." Xiaodie's face suddenly turned red as she suddenly thought of something, and she froze there.

She looked at her chopsticks and remembered that she had used them to taste the flavor in the kitchen before and had already eaten them...but the young master's chopsticks were new.

I turned my head suddenly and saw that Fang Xiwen had already put the meat into his mouth and was holding a piece of cake in his hand.

...What have I done!

"I, I, I'm full!!"

Feeling both ashamed and annoyed, Xiaodie ate the meat without hesitation, then slammed the bowl on the table and ran away.

I’m dead, I’m dead, the young master ate my... ahhhhh...

It was rare to see her like this. The two of them looked at each other in bewilderment. Wang Ningzhu lowered her head with a guilty look on her face: "Did I make Xiaodie angry? I always ask her to remind me like this."

"It must be. Only Xiaodie is so young," Fang Xiwen said with a click of the tongue, shaking her head, "You are not young anymore. If you know, she is your personal maid. If you don't know, you might think she is your mother."

"Am I that bad?!"

~~

Fang Xiwen specially made an extra breakfast and returned to the room with a basket to visit the scholar and his wife.

They had already woken up and were curled up on the table, their forked eyes looking lively but inexplicably anxious.

"Sir! We have news for you..."

Chapter 283 Sir, can you understand?

A day and a night had passed since he rescued the scholar and his wife from Ye Baiyu.

Even though the demon race had strong vitality, Fang Xiwen was afraid that they would never wake up from their sleep; fortunately, he was spoken to as soon as he entered the room.

"You guys, are you all okay?"

Placing the basket of pastries and meat on the table, he sat down and looked into the eyes of the couple.

The head of this black-scaled snake is forked from the front, one on the left and one on the right; it looks very strange at first, but it doesn't seem so weird after getting used to it.

"He's still a little weak, but his life is safe," the scholar's voice sounded, a little excited, "Thank you for your help, sir. I will never forget your kindness."

The two-headed snake man stood up and bowed to him; Fang Xiwen waved his hands repeatedly.

It was only then that Fang Xiwen discovered that they were communicating with him through a kind of "thoughts" rather than ordinary vocal organs.

After a few brief greetings, he asked about what happened and learned that they were looking for blood food, which was why they injured Mr. Zhang... and originally wanted to eat him.

"The demon race has a natural thirst for blood, especially for humans. My wife suffers from this day and night, and can't bear it any longer... But this is not a reason to attack people. We all want to be human."

Looking at the shame and sadness in the scholar's eyes, Fang Xiwen sighed.

The demon race and the human race have a basic survival conflict, which can be said to be difficult to reconcile. He couldn't help but think of what happened in the inn at that time:

Did the giant snake swallowing the scholar in one gulp also have this kind of influence?

He did not comment, but just put out the breakfast and asked, "What news did you two just mention?"

The black snake swam up and ate the cake in one bite. "It's a long story..."

It turned out that after the scholar left the inn and was swallowed by his wife's stomach, he was in a dazed state for a while and it took him a long time to regain consciousness.

By this time they had arrived in Luyang, the true north of the Jin territory, with thousands of miles of snow drifting and the Tianshan Mountains covered in snow;

The Song family's control over this place is very weak. Unlike the Wang family who hunt monsters everywhere, their living environment there is pretty good.

"Ping'er was in good condition at that time, so we went hunting in the mountains, sleeping in the open air, and lived a carefree life. But after a while, our tracks were exposed.

The people who came to visit us were from the demon tribe, about four or five of them, one of whom had already formed a pill. It was said that they had been lurking in Luyang and observing us for a long time. Seeing that he was a rare independent cultivator, they came to invite us."

The scholar told the story. Hearing this, Fang Xiwen frowned, "Is there a group of demons lurking in Luyang?"

This is really strange. According to the Wang family's experience over the years, the demon clan secret realm Tianhaiyuan may have several exits, but the only one that poses a threat to Dajin is Osmanthus Mountain.

This pass was tightly guarded by the Wang family. If there hadn't been a traitor like Wang Anyang, it would have been almost impossible for the demon clan to get through, let alone go to Luyang.

Like Yiling, Jiangzhou and Dingjun, Luyang is also one of the prefectures of the Nine Provinces of the Great Jin Dynasty. Its territory is the northernmost and borders the grassland. The local prefect is the head of the Song family.

"Then, do you know how they got in? That group of demons."