Ye Bei's voice was very light.

From beginning to end, he stood there calmly...

When he said this, he faintly exuded an aura of majesty that was unapproachable.

Outside the pavilion, the direct descendants of the Zhao family discovered another terrible thing!

The old man of the Zhao family, the person kneeling is not the old immortal, but the young man wearing a white gown who looks to be only sixteen or seventeen years old?

"Who is he?"

"Master, call that young man...master?"

"Are you sure this is really the old man?"

"incredible!"

Those direct descendants had countless doubts in their hearts.

But at this time, no one dares to stand up... They don't have the courage, and they don't dare!

Even those snipers who were hiding in the dark, holding sniper guns, and had been aiming at Ye Bei and Wang An, when they saw such a scene, no matter how strong their psychological quality was, their faces were extremely pale, and they could not even hold their guns.

Unsteady, he kept wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Well, Hensheng, I haven't eaten your cooking for a long time! I feel a little nostalgic!"

Ye Bei ignored the people around him at all, looked at Zhao Bigsheng, opened his mouth, and continued.

"Master! If you like it, I will do it now!"

Zhao Bingsheng put one hand on the ground, his legs were numb, and he stood up with difficulty.

Apart from the vicissitudes of life, everything in his eyes is aging.

At this moment, there was no difference between him and an ordinary old man.

However, after standing up, when Zhao Bingsheng glanced at Zhao Changcun, his eyes were extremely sharp: "Changcun, all of you, please go to the outer courtyard. No one is allowed to come in without my order... Do you hear me?"

The tone is very strong and there is no room for bargaining.

Next to him, when Wang An heard this... a murderous intention flashed past. At this time, Zhao Bingsheng still had no intention of giving up.

Ye Bei remained indifferent, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly, with a gentle smile.

Zhao Changcun originally wanted to stand up and persuade Zhao Bingsheng to take action, but when he saw Zhao Bingsheng's sharp gaze, his heart trembled, and his pupils flashed with light. After he reacted, he immediately roared at the direct descendants beside him who were unwilling to leave.

: "Don't you listen to what the old man says? Anyone who dares to disturb the old man will be dealt with according to the family law..."

Zhao Changcun led his people to retreat.

Zhao Bingsheng tremblingly went to the kitchen.

In the pavilion, only Ye Bei and Wang An were left.

"Sir, Zhao Bingsheng asked those people to leave, clearly to give them the opportunity to escape and deal with us... In addition, it also made the goals of the two of us more obvious. He clearly had ulterior motives!

Wang An was a little anxious and couldn't bear it anymore. He gritted his teeth and said to Ye Bei.

"I know!" Ye Bei replied softly.

Wang An's voice became more urgent. As he spoke, he kept looking around: "Master, they have guns and even other large weapons... Technology is developing too fast. Those weapons are so powerful that they can even completely wipe out the entire manor.

go."

"Yeah!" Ye Bei snorted lightly.

Wang An begged: "Master... Zhao Bingsheng is really tired of living! Let's go, or should I call someone to come over and level this place?"

"sit!"

However, when Ye Bei heard this, he did not answer him, but said such a word coldly.

In the inner courtyard, in the pavilion...

In the middle, there is a bluestone table, with four stone chairs placed on each side of the table.

Ye Bei flicked his clothes, took a step forward, and sat on the stone chair... He raised his head slightly and looked in the direction of the manor's kitchen with a faint look.

Wang An was worried at the side... He didn't dare to act rashly without Ye Bei's order!

…

Longding Manor.

In a private kitchen.

Although times are changing... all kinds of kitchen utensils have been comprehensively improved.

However, this private kitchen still uses an earthen stove and burns firewood.

"Ahem!" Zhao Bingsheng's body was stooped, and his movements were a bit unfamiliar as he burned the firewood. The thick smoke made him cough non-stop. After several minutes, he finally lit the firewood. There was no joy on his face, only a sigh: "

After all, I am getting old! In the past, it was not so difficult to make firewood. It was just a matter of raising hands..."

Wow…

When the firewood is lit, the bright red flame jumps.

The smoke dissipated...

A strange yet familiar smell filled the kitchen.

Wash vegetables! Cut vegetables! Put them into the pot...

After many years, relying on the memory that is almost forgotten...

After more than twenty minutes, Zhao Bingsheng finally prepared three plates of Ye Bei's favorite side dishes.

A dark red braised pork!

A portion of stir-fried melon!

A seaweed soup!

I found a tray and carefully put the three dishes on it. With my crutch under my arm, I held the tray with both hands and walked toward the pavilion in the inner courtyard!

"Master, the dishes are all ready! They are all the dishes you liked to eat back then! I remember this!" He walked to the bluestone table, put down the tray, and arranged the three dishes into a triangle. When he said this,

A natural smile appeared on Zhao Bingsheng's face.

"Where are the chopsticks and rice?"

only……

As soon as Zhao Bingsheng finished speaking, Wang An asked in a cold and unceremonious voice, not polite at all.

ah?

Zhao Bingsheng was stunned, ignored Wang An, patted his own head, looked at Ye Beidao: "Master, it is my negligence. I am too old. I can't remember many things clearly, and I can't do things well."

He always likes to leave things behind... I’m going to steam rice and get chopsticks now! By the way, I’ve also hidden some good wine over the years and haven’t been willing to drink it, so I’m going to prepare it now!”

After saying that, Zhao Bingsheng took the crutches from his armpits, held them with both hands, supported them on the ground, and turned around to leave.

"Just prepare chopsticks and wine...no need for rice!"

Ye Bei suddenly spoke.

"Yes, sir!" Zhao Bingsheng nodded and left immediately.

Wang An sat on the stone chair, and the more he thought about it, the more he didn't understand: "Master, I can't figure this out... Zhao Bingsheng has clearly forgotten how to cook a long time ago, even some of the most basic ones, but he is very smart in calculations.

, there is nothing to talk about at all, just kill him."

"Death is a form of punishment! But it is definitely not the best way!"

Ye Bei looked at the three side dishes and murmured his answer.

These three dishes are enough to show that Zhao Bingsheng put his heart into it... Although the color is dim, the fragrance is constantly wafting and the steam is filling people's appetite. The plates on which the dishes are served are made of colorful glazed glass.

Each one is valuable, priceless.

After hearing this, Wang An... was still puzzled, but when he saw Zhao Bingsheng returning tremblingly with wine and chopsticks, he immediately fell silent and said no more.

"Master! Here come the chopsticks...I'll pour you some wine!"

Zhao Bingsheng came over, set up his chopsticks, put down the wine glass, opened the wine bottle, and then said to Ye Bei respectfully.

"good!"
Chapter completed!