Quick Transmigration: The host is super good!

There were undercurrents in the villa, but Nangong Yang knew nothing about it and was still kneading the dough in the kitchen.

Chen Yuan was arrogant and went to inspect the results in the name of supervisor. He found that although this person was very bad, his talent in cooking was unexpectedly... not bad.

After only learning for one day, he was able to cook a bowl of noodles that looked good. It was many times better than the original owner who had practiced hard for several days but still managed to cook a half-cooked bowl.

Of course, Shen Yuan couldn't even knead the dough properly, and was left far behind by him.

295 could already see some emotion from the host's expressionless face, so he laughed at him without any hesitation, and then was locked up in a small dark room...

Damn it! They actually retaliated. When it contacts the main system, I will make sure this big devil is in trouble!

"Junior Sister!" Living in a world of fighting and killing, Zixiao Villa always has healing medicine on hand. After one night, the wound on Nangong Yang's face had almost healed.

At this time, he had regained the image of a handsome man. The slight bruises did not detract from his appearance, but added a sense of battle damage. Seeing her, his eyes were sparkling and his face was totally unclouded, and he looked particularly pleasing.

The original owner was deceived by his face at first, which was why she begged her father to accept him as her apprentice even though she thought he was not talented. She even developed a liking for him after his intentional or unintentional provocation.

Fortunately, the original owner had a bottom line in her heart. She knew that she had a fiancé, so she distanced herself from him in time when she realized that something was wrong, and nipped the bud of love with her own hands. Otherwise, she would probably be heartbroken again.

"You come to see me! The noodles have just come out of the pot. Do you want to try my cooking?" Nangong Yang said without waiting for her to speak, and directly held the bowl of noodles in front of her with an expression as if he was presenting a treasure.

It must be said that he was very good at taking advantage of his appearance. His deep eyes looked at her seriously, giving people the illusion of dependence and deep affection.

Chen Yuan glanced at him and said sarcastically, "The noodles are uneven in thickness, the soup is turbid, and the smell is not fragrant enough. It makes people lose their appetite. If I eat such a failure, I'm afraid I will spit it out after just one bite."

The food he had worked so hard to make was despised as worthless. Nangong Yang, who was not a generous person to begin with, was immediately filled with anger. Veins bulged on the back of his hands and he almost crushed the bowl in his hand.

Fortunately, his remaining rationality reminded him that now was not the time to turn hostile. He suppressed his anger with difficulty, lowered his head, and looked sad: "I'm sorry, little senior sister, I will continue to work hard and make sure to make noodles that satisfy you."

Chen Yuan said as a matter of course: "Then you better hurry up, don't wait until father's birthday is over and still not finish it, otherwise you will delay my filial piety, and then I will make you pay!"

What the hell is this filial piety? If you really want to be that filial, why don’t you do it yourself?

Asking him to study, and then taking the credit for his success, he then comes to find fault and complain that he didn't do well enough. Is this something a human being can do?

If he didn't have another purpose, he really wanted to quit!

Looking at Chen Yuan's leisurely back as he left, Nangong Yang narrowed his eyes, feeling that something was wrong with Ye Zhenyi in the past two days.

She didn't seem to be so criticized before, right? And it always felt like she was deliberately looking for trouble.

Nangong Yang thought about it, then quietly slipped out of the kitchen, contacted the people who had waved in, and asked them to check on Ye Zhenyi to see if she had discovered anything.

What he didn't know was that someone had been following him in secret for a long time. This action allowed Master Ye to discover the traitor and uncover several nails at the same time.

Five days passed in a flash, and finally it was Ye Yuan's birthday. Since it was not a birthday party, the villa did not hold a big celebration. The disciples gathered together for a meal to celebrate.

In addition to Chen Yuan and Nangong Yang, Ye Yuan also accepted five disciples. The eldest disciple Qiao Su was 28 years old. He had average talent, but was good at business. He had been managing the business of Zixiao Villa over the years.

The second disciple, Tian Jin, is 25 years old. He is the one with the highest martial arts skills among all his fellow disciples and has learned the true skills from his master.

The third disciple, Shi Yuke, is 22 years old and got married three years ago. This time, she came to celebrate the birthday with her husband and her one-year-old son.

The fourth disciple, Li Suifeng, is 21 years old. His character is as unstable as his name. He has been wandering around the mountain since he was years old. It is rare for him to return to the villa, but there are often reports that he is doing chivalrous deeds somewhere else. This time, for some reason, he suddenly had the urge to return to the mountain.

The fifth disciple, Zhong Man, is one year older than the original owner. She had a rough life when she was young and developed a timid character. She rarely shows up in public, but she is very hardworking in martial arts. Her martial arts skills are second only to her second senior brother, but this is because of the age gap.

At this time, everyone came forward one by one to wish the master a happy birthday and presented him with carefully prepared birthday gifts. It can be seen that they all put their heart into it, and each one is something that Master Ye likes and can use.

Finally it was Shen Yuan's turn. She brought a bowl of steaming hot noodles and placed it on the table in front of Ye Yuan. She said expressionlessly, "This is the longevity noodles I made myself. Dad, please try it and see how it tastes."

What a shameless woman!

Nangong Yang rubbed his fingers which had several wounds on their sleeves and cursed fiercely in his heart. This was clearly the result of his hard work for several days, but how thick-skinned was this woman to claim it as her own without batting an eyelid?

But thinking about what he had added in it, he felt relieved instantly. Let them be happy for a while. The more proud Ye Zhenyi is now, the more devastated he will be later.

At the head, Master Ye looked at the longevity noodles on the table and said with emotion: "It's really thoughtful, but this kind of thing should be left to the servants in the future. My son's hands are used to hold swords, how can he do such rough work?"

Shen Yuan said seriously: "For my father, my daughter is willing to do anything, let alone just cooking."

Nangong Yang, who was sitting at the end, almost couldn't hold back his expression. Didn't she know who was the real cook? How could this woman be so confident?

"Zhenyi..." Master Ye was so moved that he almost cried, "With your words, my father's life is not in vain."

"..." Shen Yuan urged with a stern face, "Father, eat it quickly while it's hot..." She really couldn't continue to act out this tender and affectionate scene!

Nangong Yang could hardly bear to watch it anymore and was disgusted by the father and daughter. Fortunately, Master Ye wiped away his non-existent tears and finally picked up the chopsticks.

"I'll eat it. This is Zhenyi's thoughtful gift. I, your father, must savor it carefully." As he said this, he picked up one end of the longevity noodles and slowly put it into his mouth.

Seeing that his expression was a little strange when he put the noodles in his mouth, but he still swallowed them mouthful by mouthful, Nangong Yang knew that the task was accomplished, and he breathed a long sigh of relief, with the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled up slightly.