I really want to be a cook

I didn't expect him to dare to speak so violently at this moment.

It's just that he said that he wanted to chase her wife in front of him. Isn't this kind of stupid afraid of being beaten to death?

Although he had silently recited a few stupid words in his heart, on the surface Jiang Ping remained expressionless, and only said indifferently:

"Master Changsun, right? Don't you realize that the key to this matter is not me, but Lin'er's own choice.

If she doesn't love me anymore, then naturally I won't force her.

But if she is willing to be with me, do you want me to disappoint a girl who has been waiting for me for ten years?

If you were in the same place, would you let her down?

And if you really like her, you should want her to be happy.

And the best way to give her happiness is to fulfill us!

She will be happy only when she is with me, which is the greatest happiness for her.

You just say that’s the reason? "

While Jiang Ping was talking about the Dafa of Happiness that he didn't remember where he learned it, and even felt disgusting to himself, he secretly looked at the expression of Changsun Li.

Then he found out inconceivably that this guy was moved by what he said? !

What the hell!

Your fighting power is so weak, how can I perform the green tea eighteen moves next?

Jiang Ping slandered in his heart, but he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

If this guy is hard to beat, he's still a bit difficult to deal with.

After all, he is not the kind of idiot who will kill your whole family if you dare to look at my woman.

After all, after taking care of Cheng Lin'er for so long, and raising her fat for nothing, even if he was persuaded to give up, he shouldn't use violence.

Of course, if preaching is useless, violence can still be used appropriately.

Pain makes one awake.

"Will you give her happiness?"

Once he asked this sentence, Changsun Li knew that the defeat was complete, but he still said it.

Jiang Ping showed a row of white teeth and smiled brightly.

"nature."

"With me, she will always be happy and happy."

"Well."

Changsun Li's face revealed a look of struggle, but in the end he let out a long breath and said:

"After all, we have no destiny, but I will always wait for her."

"If one day you don't love her anymore, maybe she is unhappy with you, I will come and pick her up.

So you better walk the talk.

From today onwards, my eldest grandson's family is Lin'er's second family.

If you dare to betray her, I will fight you no matter what! "

Say it.

Without waiting for Jiang Ping to speak, he patted himself on the big chair, and even him flew into the air.

As a great master of martial arts, he has also integrated Ming Hongdao, a sub-soldier of the imperial weapon, it is not difficult for him to fly with a chair, but it will not last long.

But at this time, how could he show his weakness in front of his rival.

"Wait a minute, hello!"

Jiang Ping didn't expect that the eldest grandson young master would be so staunch, and he would leave as soon as he said it.

Changsun Li froze, but did not turn the chair, but turned his back to Jiang Ping.

"What else do you want to say?"

"Uh, that, I just heard from Lin'er that you have to take the elixir made from her blood now, if you just leave, what will happen to your illness?"

Although Jiang Ping wanted to eat his wife's soft food, he didn't want to see his eldest grandson Li's illness be dragged back to seriousness because of a moment of anger.

It's only three years, and it's the best way to keep this eldest grandson by my side for three years, although there is a little bit of embarrassment.

After all, he is a master of medicated diet, as long as his eldest grandson provides the elixir recipe, he can always transform the elixir recipe into a medicated recipe with hundreds of millions of billions of experience.

At worst, he will be a little tired by then.

Anyway, the wool came from the sheep, and in the end, the eldest grandson and young master had to pay the bill.

"I didn't expect Lin'er to even tell you this."

There was bitterness in Changsunli's voice, he laughed at himself and said:

"Actually, my health has recovered a long time ago, but in order to hold back Lin'er and prevent her from going back, I have been deliberately delaying the illness to prevent myself from fully recovering.

But at this moment, there is no need. "

Changsun Li touched the simple long knife on his upper body, and his aura suddenly changed.

Tall and vast, ancient and thick, the unparalleled sword intent soared up to the sky, across the sky, Jiang Ping seemed to see an ancient tall giant roaring up to the sky, lifting a huge boulder and throwing it towards the sky.

Bang!

The big chair directly shattered under the eldest grandson's seat, and the long hair at the back of his head danced wildly in all directions without wind.

At the same time, a fiery red skylark phantom flashed behind him, and then he saw Changsun Li flying up into the air, and let out a roar:

"what!!!"

The saber air pierced the sky, breaking a slender white line.

The eldest grandson disappeared without a trace.

"Tell Lin'er, I'm fine! Don't worry!"

A lingering sound fell in Jiang Ping's ears.

Jiang Ping

"Gan!"

He raised a big middle finger toward the sky.

"Made, deceive Lao Tzu's feelings!"

"Little Lord!"

Changsun Li's footsteps lightly landed on the roof of a room, and a middle-aged woman with silver hair curled up beside him bowed and shouted.

This middle-aged woman has an ordinary face and an ordinary figure, except for her silver hair, which is now coiled up with a wooden hairpin, looking unpretentious.

"Aunt Mei, you are finally here."

Although Changsun Li still looked sickly, his eyes were no longer as weak and dull as before. On the contrary, they were full of strength and aggression, like a young tiger just entering the hunting season.

Aunt Mei was still holding an oiled paper bag in her hand at the moment, but she didn't know what to say when she heard the words.

She also saw the young master's venting knife just now.

She understood that the young master's mood was probably not very good at this moment.

"Don't you want to ask me why I exposed myself? Didn't my father let you look at me?

The wood is beautiful in the forest, but the wind will destroy it. I have been hiding my clumsiness for nearly 30 years, and now I expose myself for a woman.

When the old man found out, he was afraid that he would die of anger.

Ha ha"

Changsun Li sighed.

"The slaves dare not!"

Aunt Mei lowered her head even more, "The young master has a deep meaning in doing this, it's just that the servants are dull, so they can't figure it out for a while."

"Aunt Mei, you don't have to flatter me, I don't have any deep meaning in doing this."

Chang Sunli laughed at himself and said:

"I just don't want to show my timidity in front of my rival."

"But it's okay, after being carried by people for so many years, I should also walk down-to-earth by myself."

"cough cough"

He coughed softly, and there was blood on the corner of his mouth, but he wiped it away indifferently.

If his illness is really so easy to heal, it won't cause headaches for the dignified royal family, and it won't be able to be cured even by the magic sword.

Of course, he didn't lie to Jiang Ping either.

He is indeed cured, but there is no follow-up treatment to recover, after all, he is not completely cured, and he will leave some physical weakness and coughing minor problems in the future.

But men, always want to save face and suffer.

"This is the chicken leg that Lin'er asked you to bring me, right?"

Chang Sunli looked at the oil-paper bag in Aunt Mei's hand, stretched out his hand and said:

"give me."

Aunt Mei offered it with both hands.

Changsunli opened the oiled paper bag, grabbed the big chicken leg with crispy skin and tender meat, took a bite of it, and chewed it, but tears streamed down his face at some point, and the sound was very deep as he hit the chicken leg drop by drop.

I don't know how long it took.

Aunt Mei has never dared to raise her head. She has been a servant of the eldest grandson's family all her life. Even after she became a grand master of martial arts, she has always regarded herself as a servant and dared not cross the line.

In this way, she has always been trusted by the head of the grandson's family, and she has taken care of all the daily necessities of the grandson's life.

She can be said to be the one who watched her grandson grow up.

So she knew better that Changsunli must not want others to see his appearance at this moment.

"Aunt Mei, let's go."

After Changsun Li finished eating the chicken legs, he carefully ate all the meat, and even chewed and swallowed all the bones.

"Next, the decisive battle between righteousness and evil is still waiting for our notarization."

Aunt Mei raised her head and saw Changsun Li's decent smile, as if nothing had happened.

But for a moment, she seemed to see the Patriarch standing beside her.

The patriarch of the Changsun family, Changsun Wuji, the lord of one hundred thousand Wei soldiers, the first army god of Wei, the lord of Ming Hongdao, and the king of Fengxinling.

Under one person, above ten thousand people!

"I was so innocent that I believed in his evil."

Jiang Ping recounted the previous situation with Cheng Liner with a look of indignation.

"Fortunately, I was still hesitant, wondering if I was too bullying, but it turned out that he was fine, and flew up into the sky with one ass.

It pissed me off! "

For Jiang Ping, if there is no profit, then it is a loss.

What's more, the words and appearance of Changsunli when he left were really irritating. Didn't they tell him clearly that I miss your daughter-in-law, so be careful.

But he was helpless.

Speaking of which, people's actions are more gentlemanly than their own, and they have to make everything clear in person, and they don't come here at all.

If it were him, he would also help someone raise a wife for ten years, well, there is almost no such possibility.

With his character, if he really likes a woman, ten years is enough for him to boil raw rice into scum.

But even if that kind of situation happens, then you have to calculate the nutrition expenses, living expenses, mental damage expenses, and youth loss expenses.

Anyway, all kinds of miscellaneous things add up, if he doesn't knock people's faces, he is not Jiang Ping.

So it has to be counted, people are very open and bright.