After rebirth, the empress was spoiled by the emperor's uncle like a little girl

At the same time, in the academy’s kitchen.

A Bao discovered that not only did Dean Wen finish the entire bowl of noodle soup, but the white-bearded old man, who was usually not good at expressing emotions in front of others, also secretly put a small note at the bottom of the soup bowl.

As soon as he opened it, Abao's eyes turned red.

Three little people, the one wearing the peace locket is Abao, the one with kind eyes is Madam Wen, and the other is Old Man Wen with his white beard, are sitting around the table sharing mooncakes.

And there were dried water stains left on the note.

It's like the person who wrote it shed tears.

Thinking of this, A Bao felt sad and folded the small note carefully.

Just as he was about to put it into his sleeve, he saw Xie Wuai walking in, looking like a frost-bitten eggplant.

A Bao looked behind him, but didn't see Xuanyuan Fengran.

"Where's Uncle Feng Ran? Didn't he come back with you?"

"Old Wen said that we should also have a bonfire tonight, so he asked King Feng Ran to help chop wood in the back mountain. Even Xiao Yunzheng was called over."

Hearing this, A Bao remembered the bonfire he had discussed with Old Wen before, and nodded.

Suddenly, she asked curiously, "Does the old man like Nirvana's harp?"

Upon hearing this, Xie Wuai suddenly looked conflicted.

In fact, King Feng Ran is not only the invincible Man-Slayer King! He is also the Hero of the Northern Frontier!

He is still the hero he admires in his heart!

He still quite likes having King Feng Ran as his brother-in-law.

The young man Xie Wuai felt it necessary to remind his royal sister.

"I don't like it at all. I'm even a little angry."

A Bao frowned. This shouldn't be the case.

She clearly remembered that what Mr. Wen wanted most was the Nirvana Harp.

And in order to arouse his sister's suspicion, Xie Wuai added meaningfully, "Sister, Zhang Lanheng brought Mr. Zhang's painting of Banana Trees and Rain at Night to celebrate the birthday. Mr. Wen liked it the most and was especially kind to Zhang Lanheng."

This time, Po was finally surprised.

Xie Wuai asked exaggeratedly, "Old Wen and Old Zhang are actually friends?"

Ah Bao did not answer but asked, "Do you know the head of the Zhang family who favors his concubine and kills his wife?"

Xie Wuai nodded repeatedly, "Of course I know!"

This matter is known to everyone in the world.

Seeing this, A Bao continued to explain: "At that time, although Old Master Zhang was the legitimate son of the head of the family, he was almost killed by the assassins secretly sent by the concubine. When Old Man Wen was young, he wanted to be a knight, so he saved him and brought him back home."

Xie Wuai suddenly realized.

"Sister, you like picking up people and bringing them home. You learned that from Master Wen!"

A Bao helplessly held his forehead: "......"

However, doubts arose in my heart.

Something must have happened.

The subconscious feeling is very accurate, just like at this moment, in the forest behind the mountain.

Xuanyuan Fengran, who was chopping wood with a knife, was almost certain.

When he was carrying Abao up the mountain, the dark shadow hiding behind the old tree on the mountain path was Old Wen.

By then, it was too late to gloss over the situation.

And he also admitted that at that moment, he had selfish motives.

He was unwilling to continue to restrain himself and pretend to be just a good uncle.

As for the cause, it was probably that Abao held his hand in front of Granny Niu and said that he was her husband, so his greed that had been hidden for many years became more and more intense.

He really wanted the whole world to know that he was Abao's husband.

Xiao Yunzheng's eyes finally became so cold and stern that they could no longer be ignored.

Xuanyuan Fengran clenched the machete and looked up at him.

The barren desert in Xiao Yunzheng's eyes has become a vortex of darkness.

Xuanyuan Fengran was silent for a while, then began to rub the black ring on his left ring finger.

The two men who survived the slaughter on the battlefield understood one thing about each other.

Want to know, are you winning or losing?

Just look at the way your enemy faces you and you will understand.

In the evening, there is a sunset glow.

Xuanyuan Fengran and Xiao Yunzheng, both of them put their best efforts into the competition.

When Mr. Wen was reviewing the results, piles of firewood had already filled the entrance to the academy.

But he was still very worried, so he stroked his white beard and walked towards the kitchen.

Unexpectedly, the first thing I heard was a terrible rooster crow.

I hurriedly walked closer and saw that it was the mysterious man in the black cloak. He was holding a kitchen knife to kill a chicken. His murderous hand was plucking the chicken's feathers all over the yard.

The veins on Old Wen’s forehead were throbbing.

Another person who couldn't tolerate it any more was Zhang Lanheng.

"Abao, look at Yan Shiliu."

As if to complain, Zhang Lanheng pulled out a chicken feather from the basket of vegetables he had just washed.

A Bao took a quick look at the stove, which was scorching hot. "This is already very good. Last time, this old man caught a chicken and even attracted a giant python."

After saying this, he handed a plate of freshly fried crispy fish to Xie Wuai.

"That's right! That giant python was difficult to kill! But later, we roasted it. Uh, the smell of roasted snake meat was blown over by the sea breeze, and it was quite fragrant." Xie Wuai agreed while holding the plate and sharing the crispy fish with everyone.

Xuanyuan Fengran, who had just finished chopping wood with a knife and splitting wood with a sword, washed his hands, squatted beside the well, and picked crab meat and crab roe with Xiao Jing'er.

Old Wen looked around and finally found that Xiao Yunzheng was not there.

After Xie Wuai distributed the crispy fish, he began to peel the chestnuts.

"Sister, what dish are you going to make with these chestnuts?"

"Chestnut roast chicken."

Xie Wuai was curious, "Can I eat it?"

Xuanyuan Fengran didn't even raise his head, "Say it again."

However, Xie Wuai keenly noticed that the silver pick in King Feng Ran's hand was very sharp.

The young man immediately changed his tone: "Even if it doesn't taste good, I will still eat it!"

A-Bao, who was stewing cheese: "..."

Xuanyuan Fengran took a deep breath: "..."

Xie Wuai, who was a little slow, finally came to his senses and changed his words: "Hey hey! Sister, your cooking skills must be so tender that the chicken is crispy and the chestnuts are soft and glutinous!"

A Bao didn't say anything. Xie Wuai thought about it and then chuckled.

"Sister, when did you secretly learn cooking skills?"

"If you have a bad dream, it will happen."

"Sister, do you think I'm a fool?"