After the meal was finished, Grandpa had almost finished his tea.

"Grandpa, it's time to eat." The old Marquis looked at the food on the table, and a long-lost sense of familiarity came to his heart.

"It seems like I haven't made it for so long, so my skills are good. I just don't know if it tastes good?"

"Then you try it, and I'll go see if the vegetables I just picked have grown back."

"Huh?" The old Marquis didn't understand Sheng Zhiyao's words, so he saw her running out, and after a while she ran back happily.

"Grandpa, it's grown, it's grown, haha~"

"What's growing? I didn't ask you just now?"

"It's the vegetables and herbs in the yard. I picked them for cooking and now they are growing back." Sheng Zhiyao happily shook her grandfather's hand.

"Really?"

"Really." Sheng Zhiyao nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. She was so happy: "Grandpa, do you know why I have so much Coke? It's because there is another secret in this space."

She dipped her hand into some tea and drew an infinite loop symbol "∞" on the dining table. She raised her head and looked at her grandfather.

When Mr. Sheng saw this symbol, his pupils unconsciously dilated.

At this time, Butler Li's voice sounded outside: "Master Hou, it's time to eat."

Sheng Zhiyao panicked and quickly grabbed her grandfather's hand and returned to the study.

"Okay, come on." Sheng Zhiyao breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Butler Li leaving.

"Actually, you don't need to be nervous. In fact, Butler Li is Li Qiao. The two of us traveled through time together. Back then, the real Mr. Sheng and Butler Li were murdered in the old house. It happened that we had traveled through time. But so far,

So far we haven't found the murderer."

"I see."

"Let's go, bring the dishes you prepared and let them have a taste of your craftsmanship."

Sheng Zhiyao nodded and took his grandfather into the space again to bring out all the dishes on the dining table.

When everyone saw Mr. Sheng coming to the restaurant with several plates in his hands, they quickly stepped forward and took them.

"Have a try, this is the dish Ziyao added for you."

"My sister made it?" Sheng Hancheng couldn't believe it. The dish in his hand didn't look like it was made by a five-year-old kid: "This is simply more beautiful than the food made by Juxianlou, but I don't know how it tastes.

I'll try it."

"I'll try it too." Sheng Hangu picked up the chopsticks and took a bite and put it in his mouth: "Hmm... um... this tastes amazing, better than the one at Juxianlou."

"Is it as exaggerated as you said?" Sheng Hancheng looked at his brother's exaggerated expression and took a chopstick to his mouth: "Well, it's really delicious. Brother, try it."

Sheng Hancheng handed the dish to Sheng Hanmo. Brother Mo picked up his chopsticks and took a bite: "Sister, did you really make this?"

"Why don't big brother believe me?" Sheng Zhiyao muttered with her little mouth raised.

"No, how could it be?"

"Grandpa, big brother doubts me, am I that bad?" She frowned and covered her eyes with her hands, crying.

Old Marquis Sheng didn't say anything. He knew that Sheng Zhiyao didn't cry. When she was a child, she often pretended to cry like this to deceive the old man.

When Sheng Hanmo saw his sister crying, he quickly put down his chopsticks and squatted in front of Sheng Zhiyao.

"My good sister, don't cry, don't cry. Brother, I was wrong. The dishes my sister cooks are perfect in color, flavor and taste. Even the famous Juxian Restaurant in Beijing is not even 10% of yours." Sheng Hanmo.

He is also a modest gentleman in the capital, gentle and elegant, and only becomes anxious and overwhelmed when he meets his sister.

"Yes, how could my sister's cooking be so bad?" Sheng Hancheng squatted next to Sheng Zhiyao and kept coaxing her.

Sheng Zhiyao laughed out loud when she saw her brothers' anxious expressions: "I didn't cry, I'm not that stingy."

"You're such a bad boy, you only know how to bully your brothers." Sheng Hanmo knocked Sheng Zhiyao's little head with his hand.

Sheng Zhiyao stuck out her tongue at her brothers and ran to Feng Yuanchen with a plate of vegetables in her arms: "Brother Yuanchen, you should try it too. It's really delicious. I also used several medicinal materials.

Good for the body.”

Feng Yuanchen looked at the dishes in her hand. He knew that these kinds of dishes were collectively called medicinal dishes, and Sheng Zhiyao's cooking was indeed very exquisite. He picked up his chopsticks and took a bite. The taste was indeed good, even better than what the old Marquis gave him at that time.

It tastes better.

"Not bad, it's even more delicious than the one made by the master."

"real?"

Feng Yuanchen nodded affirmatively.

"Hmph~ I'll give you something to eat." Mr. Sheng threw his sleeves angrily and walked towards his seat.

Sheng Zhiyao smiled proudly.

"Everyone sit down and eat."

"yes."

After a while, the dishes on the table were all sold out. Everyone was full of praise for Sheng Zhiyao's cooking skills. Even Feng Yuanchen couldn't help but admit that her cooking skills were indeed very high.

After dinner, Feng Yuanchen walked to Sheng Zhiyao and whispered: "Zhiyao, follow me."

Sheng Zhiyao followed Feng Yuanchen to the backyard. The night breeze came slowly, and the exotic flowers and plants all over the courtyard danced with it, exuding a refreshing fragrance of herbs.

"Brother Yuan Chen, do you have something to tell me?" Under the moonlight, Feng Yuanchen was dressed in a purple brocade robe, with auspicious clouds embroidered with gold thread on the cuffs, a gold python pattern belt of the same color tied around his waist, and his black hair tied up to shine.

The silver crown is fixed, and the slender and straight body exudes the aura of an innate king.

Feng Yuanchen turned around and looked at him with a pair of strange eyes: "Zhiyuan, I'm going to the border battlefield."

"Why?" Sheng Zhiyao was a little confused. Wouldn't it be better to just stay here?

"Exchange military honors for a lifetime of peace of mind."

Sheng Zhiyao looked at his pair of deep eyes, like bottomless pools of water, and his red and blue eyes were like the stars in the night sky, determined and unpredictable.

"Then I'll go too."

"No, the master needs you, and the Shenghou Mansion also needs you."

"Then I'll ask my second brother to come with you. He will definitely be able to help you." Although Sheng Zhiyao was born in a peaceful era, she also knew what battlefields were like in history.

"Sheng Hancheng is indeed a military general, but he still has to be willing."

Sheng Zhiyao nodded. It was true that she couldn't make decisions for her second brother at will, but she just wanted someone to be by his side to help him. She didn't want him to always bear everything by himself.

"Three years until I come back to find you." Feng Yuanchen stared at her with burning eyes, as if a ball of flame was about to engulf her.

Sheng Zhiyao nodded, feeling a little frustrated and worried. This was the first time they were separated since birth.

Feng Yuanchen walked up to her and scratched her nose with his finger: "Don't be sad, I will be fine."

"Brother Yuanchen, this is for you." Sheng Zhiyao took out an item from the space and handed it to him. The news came too fast. She had no time to prepare some items for him. For the time being, she could only think that this might be good for him.

Some uses.

"What is this?" Feng Yuanchen took the item she handed over and looked at it carefully.

"It's called Fengyoujing." Sheng Zhiyao smiled brightly.

"What's the use?"

"It's better to be at home than to fight. Mosquitoes are unavoidable. This essential oil has a special aroma and is cool and spicy. It can be used to relieve itching after mosquito bites."

"Oh?" Feng Yuanchen unscrewed the cap of the bottle and took a closer sniff. Sure enough, the smell was strong, but it was particularly refreshing after smelling it.

"It can be used not only externally but also internally. Only two to three drops can relieve sore throat. However, it cannot be taken for a long time. After all, Fengyoujing contains camphor and has certain toxicity."

Feng Yuanchen nodded silently and wrote down everything she said.

The two of them were talking and laughing in the yard. It was the first time in so many years that they could talk freely, maybe because of the upcoming separation.

It was late at night, and the courtyard was silent. There were only some faint lights in the windows. The night wind slowly blew the trees outside the courtyard. Feng Yuanchen pricked up his ears and heard the slightest movement outside the courtyard.
Chapter completed!