Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

Within the manor, there was a silence room that was specially used for cultivation. On the hassock, Yang Xuan, who was meditating with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and exhaled a mouthful of foul air. A trace of light flashed across his eyes.    

"As expected, it still doesn't work?"    

Yang Xuan muttered to himself in disappointment. He wanted to use the Dragon Soul Spell to restore his condition. He wanted to stabilize his Qi. However, after a day, Yang Xuan didn't get any results.    

"What? Is there still no other way?"    

Yuh Qingcheng, who was standing at the side, held a bowl of chicken soup that she personally cooked and placed it in front of Yang Xuan. She asked with concern.    

Because Yang Xuan knew in his heart that he wouldn't spend most of his time in Lo Capital, when the Emperor of Great Wei appointed Yang Xuan as Marquis of Lo Capital, Yang Xuan dismissed all the servants in the manor.    

However, this was once the manor of the Marquis of Wei Yuan, so it had all kinds of furniture and facilities. Yuh Qingcheng, who had ten fingers but did not touch the spring water, suddenly became interested and ran to the nearby market to buy ginseng and black chicken. She cooked a bowl of chicken soup for Yang Xuan.    

The chicken soup was still steaming hot, and there was a layer of golden fat floating on its surface. It looked like it could make one's appetite soar. Yang Xuan picked up the chicken soup and carefully looked at it. Although the taste of the chicken soup was a little strange, other than that, there was nothing else to be picky about.    

After all, this was Yuh Qingcheng's first time cooking. Even if the cooking was not very good, she should give some encouragement.    

Yang Xuan thought in his heart and sent the chicken soup to his mouth. Especially when he saw Yuh Qingcheng's delicate face full of expectation, he immediately took a big gulp.    

But in the next moment, Yang Xuan spat out the chicken soup in his mouth.    

"What did you put in the chicken soup?"    

Yang Xuan looked at Yuh Qingcheng strangely and asked.    

"I only put salt in it. The grandpa in the pharmacy told me when I bought ginseng again. I only need a little salt in the chicken soup."    

Yuh Qingcheng looked at Yang Xuan with a confused look. She felt puzzled and said, "What? Did the old man who sold the medicine lie to me? I will go and find him now to settle the score."    

Yuh Qingcheng said and was about to walk out the door.    

"Come back here."    

Yang Xuan hurriedly pulled Yuh Qingcheng back and explained helplessly, "What does it have to do with other people selling medicine? It was clearly you who treated sugar as salt and put it into chicken soup."    

"Huh?"    

Yuh Qingcheng's eyes were wide open. She took the porcelain bowl that contained the chicken soup and drank a mouthful of it in disbelief. She immediately spat out the chicken soup in her mouth.    

Immediately after, her face turned red like a ripe apple.    

"Sigh..."    

Yang Xuan could not help but sigh. He held Yuh Qingcheng's hand and walked outside.    

"Where to?"    

Yuh Qingcheng looked at Yang Xuan in confusion.    

Yang Xuan answered weakly, "I'm going to buy vegetables and cook."    

Although with his cultivation level, he could not eat for many days, but his physical condition was still not very good. Moreover, he had been aroused by Yuh Qingcheng's chicken soup just now. Now, he really wanted to eat a big meal.    

Because he had been self-sufficient when cooking since he was young, Yang Xuan was not unfamiliar with the things in the kitchen. Although it had been quite a while since he had cooked, Yang Xuan did not feel unfamiliar with these cooking skills.    

From buying vegetables, to washing vegetables, to cooking. Yuh Qingcheng watched from the side, feeling that it was an eye-opener. It turned out that there were so many things to pay attention to when buying vegetables. It turned out that when cutting vegetables, one could cut them so beautifully. It turned out that each type of dish required a different level of heat to be put into the pot.    

Putting aside the time needed to buy vegetables, in just an hour, with Yuh Qingcheng helping him by half, Yang Xuan made a large table of delicacies.    

After his cultivation base had increased, Yang Xuan was surprised to find that... When he was cutting vegetables... His control over the strength of the kitchen knife was so precise that it made people's hair stand on end. Moreover, when he was cutting vegetables, the speed at which his wrist was moving up and down was almost as fast as a phantom. And when he was stir-frying vegetables, Yang Xuan could precisely control the fire.    

He carried the table full of dishes that Yuh Qingcheng had eaten in turn to the table with Spiritual Force. Yang Xuan looked at the table full of dishes that exceeded his expectations and could not help but feel a little emotional.    

"I didn't expect that the increase in strength would be so helpful to the cooking skills. No wonder prime minister Xu's fish porridge is very famous in the circle of the few big shots in the capital. It seems that he has a cheat."    

Yang Xuan thought in his heart. He poured himself and Yuh Qingcheng a bowl of white rice that was cooked from fine rice and impatiently sat at the table.    

Although he didn't have to worry about money after stepping into the path of cultivation and was respected wherever he went, Yang Xuan suddenly felt that this kind of busy and idle life was what he wanted.    

Just as Yang Xuan was still fantasizing about one day when he found his parents, he would be able to sit at the same table and eat together with his family. Yuh Qingcheng suddenly asked in a low mood, "Silly, will you dislike me?"    

"Distinguish you?"    

Yang Xuan was stunned and reflected on himself in his heart. After making sure that he did not unintentionally make any mistakes, he said affirmatively, "No."    

"You dislike me. You hesitated just now."    

Yuh Qingcheng said with grievance, "I can't even cook well. In the future, being a wife and a mother, I will definitely not be competent."    

"Uh, so it is because of this..."    

Yang Xuan laughed loudly. After passing a drumstick to Yuh Qingcheng, he moved his position to make the distance between the two closer.    

"Why would I dislike you because of this? Let's not talk about us Immortal cultivators. It was easy to recruit a professional chef. And if you want to eat my food, I'll make it for you every day in the future. Alright."    

"Really?"    

Yuh Qingcheng's depressed mood was swept away all of a sudden. She took the drumstick from Yang Xuan and said with a smile, "Silly, you are so good."    

The dining table became quiet. No one said anything else. They focused on the food on the table. But when the two of them looked at each other from time to time, their eyes were filled with deep affection.    

"Idiot, will you be interested in other girls in the future?"    

While eating, Yuh Qingcheng suddenly threw out a question that seemed to be out of the ordinary. Yang Xuan immediately felt confused. Although Yuh Qingcheng was very obedient and sensible most of the time, sometimes she would ask questions that made people not know whether to laugh or cry. Yang Xuan could not help but suspect that the other people in the capital had arranged for Yuh Qingcheng to be obedient and sensible. Did Xu Ruxian spend money to buy the reputation of being quiet and quiet?