Yuan Biao fled, but the words "Princess Yu" made the people watching look subtle.
This store actually belongs to Princess Yu?
"Why did Princess Yu come to open a shop?"
"She used to be arrogant and domineering and did so many ridiculous things. Who would dare to go to her store?"
"Aunt Niu, you can't say that. Do you remember the little boy whose throat was stabbed with chopsticks and penetrated to the back of his head last time? If Princess Yu hadn't come to the rescue, he would have died long ago."
"Yes, yes, I've heard about that..."
"I don't know what kind of store Princess Yu wants to open. I'll wait and see..."
The people were whispering about something, and there was no excitement to be seen, so they quickly dispersed.
store.
There was not much decoration to begin with, so some small changes did not affect the furnishings in the backyard at all. The kitchen and yard were even more tidy. The waiter bought Shaodaozi wine, Rou'er bought the ingredients, and Ye Jinxiao rolled up his sleeves and prepared to cook a meal himself. .
"Rou'er, Cui'er is off from school tonight, let her stay here from now on."
After Tweety was sent to school, she studied peacefully during the day and did her homework at night. She had nothing else to do, so she was rarely mentioned.
Rou'er sat in front of the stove and lit a fire, "I understand, Miss. I will pick up Cui'er from school in the afternoon."
Seeing the neat way the young lady rolled up her sleeves, she couldn't help but say:
"Miss, why don't you let your servant cook? You have a delicate body and delicate hands. The kitchen is greasy and dirty. If it gets dirty for you..."
"Yes, Xiao Jin'er, let the people below do such rough work."
Outside, an evil voice came.
I saw a monster's red figure walking gracefully. It looked like a noble peacock, with its head held high and its chest held high. As soon as it appeared, everyone around it looked down upon him.
Ye Ming had been holding the sword and guarding the door of the kitchen. When he saw the person coming, he raised his eyes to meet his gaze.
Their eyes met briefly.
His expression was dull, and his eyes were as calm as a pool of stagnant water. He looked away for a moment as a greeting.
Jun Wuji narrowed her eyes.
At first glance, one can realize that his martial arts are unfathomable.
Sure enough, he had no good intentions.
"Why are you here?" Ye Jinxiao was slightly surprised.
Can you still find her in the store?
"busy?"
"Can't you come if you have nothing to do?" Jun Wuji looked at her sadly, "Am I an outsider?"
"..."
Isn't this the outsider named Ye?
Ye Jinxiao looked at him. Their relationship didn't seem to be very good. They were just using each other to get what they needed.
"Master Jun, we have met each other a few times, but we can't say we are very familiar with each other."
"We've met several times and you're not familiar yet?"
He had even thought of what their daughter would be called.
My name is Jun Xiaoman.
Unisex.
Xiao Hen followed behind, touched the tip of his nose, and glanced elsewhere pretending to be unintentional, having no shame to see such a shameless scene by the door owner.
"Fortunately, I have a good nose and came here by smell, otherwise I would have missed Xiao Jin'er's craftsmanship."
Jun Wuji walked to the kitchen very familiarly and glanced at the Bing Zhuan door god beside her.
"Xiao Jin'er, who is this person? Why haven't I seen him before?"
Ye Jinxiao continued to work in the kitchen, "Friends."
Jun Wuji is like a fox, holding grudges, calculating, and vindictive. If you argue with him forcefully, the argument will be endless.
He simply had a meal and then left, and she came back, so it was not much more than him.
"What friend?" Jun Wuji was a little sour.
Every time Xiao Jin'er saw him, her face was downcast and impatient. She simply didn't treat him as a friend.
"Wearing all black, holding a sword, like a black crow, do you owe him millions of taels of silver?"
Ye Jinxiao cuts the meat and prepares some simple home-style stir-fries.
Too lazy to reply to his words.
"Do you owe money?"
"How about this sect leader pays it back for you and you send this person away?"
Ye Jinxiao cut the chili peppers. The red chili peppers were small and thin. They were the extremely spicy Chaotian chili peppers.
"Why doesn't he speak?"
"Could he be mute?"
"..."
Ye Ming stood quietly on one side. He was always taciturn and didn't like to talk too much. He lowered his eyes slightly and ignored Jun Wuji in a cold manner.
Jun Wuji looked at him critically, like a red fox with pure and noble blood, and soon picked out a dozen faults.
Ye Jinxiao couldn't stand listening anymore, raised his head and said:
"Master Jun, he is my friend, his name is Ye Qi. If you have any objections to my friend, you can leave."
Jun Wuji pointed at herself in astonishment, "Me?"
Let him go?
In all his life, he has never been driven away.
Okay, okay, her mind is really eight hundred miles away.
"Isn't it normal for friends to bicker and chat? Xiao Jin'er's friends are naturally my friends."
Ye Jinxiao: "I don't consider you a friend."
"..."
Xiao Jin'er, you don't want to cause trouble like this.
"At most it's a partnership."
"Everyone in the world is here for profit. There are no permanent friends, only eternal interests. Xiao Jin'er attaches so much importance to our relationship, and this sect leader is very relieved."
Jun Wuji is very good at finding steps for herself.
He has always been thick-skinned.
Ye Jinxiao was too lazy to pay attention to him, "I'm cooking, you all go out, Rou'er, light the fire."
"Hey." Rou'er was busy in front of the stove.
Ye Jinxiao rarely cooks, but his cooking skills are good and he knows how to cook well when he is busy.
Jun Wuji's eyes darkened slightly as he looked at her skillful and capable appearance.
Those hands are extremely dexterous. They can hold a knife and cook hot rice. They are gentle when they are warm and ruthless when they are cruel.
What skills are still hidden?
How many more faces are there?
He glanced at Ye Ming next to him. He had a cold, dead face. He was as sad as if his parents were dead. He and Xiao Jin'er were incompatible with each other, but they concealed their identities and became friends without knowing it. What kind of peace of mind.
"Your name is Ye Qi?"
He looked at him critically, "Is your last name Xiao Jin'er?"
Ye Ming said nothing.
"What does the number seven mean? Oh, it could be a ranking, just like cats and dogs, little yellow, black, blue and green. Your name is Ye Qi. Could it be Xiao Jin'er's guard?"
Ye Ming lowered his eyes and said nothing.
"The name doesn't mean much, just like a dog."
"It seems that you are not that important to Xiao Jin'er. You are just a dispensable servant."
"All the dogs that guard my Acacia Gate have nicer names than you."
Ye Ming said nothing.
"Are you mute?"
Ye Ming raised his eyes, "You..."
He opened his mouth, not wanting to be too noisy, but because of Ye Jinxiao's face, he didn't want to make it difficult for Ye Jinxiao, so he endured it and chose to ignore it.
"Oh? Stuttering?"
"..."
in the kitchen.
Ye Jinxiao quickly made a few home-cooked stir-fries. As soon as he washed his hands, he looked up and saw Jun Wuji folding his hands on his chest and saying something to Ye Ming arrogantly.
Ye Ming held the sword, lowered his head, and never said a word back.
Her face suddenly darkened, she threw away the handkerchief she was wiping her hands with, and strode out: "Master Jun!"
"It's just that he came uninvited, and he still bullied him!"
Jun Wuji stared: "?"
I almost couldn't even speak: "Me? I bullied him? Him? Me...me?"
The poison in his body has not been eliminated, and his skill has only recovered 20%.
But this man named Ye is so powerful in martial arts that no more than ten people in the world can match him. Who is bullying whom?
"I saw it all." Ye Jinxiao pulled Ye Ming behind him.
"If you make trouble again, don't blame me for driving you away."
"you!"
Jun Wuji gritted her teeth and saw Ye Ming hiding behind Ye Jinxiao, with a very shallow arc at the corner of her mouth. Was that pride? Or a provocation?
Jun Wuji almost jumped out of anger.
Scheming!
Scheming!
The person named Ye really doesn’t have any good things!
