Traveling Through the Grave Robbers' Chronicles: Starting from Meeting You

Zhang Qiling walked into the kitchen and glanced at the fat man casually. The fat man, who was howling loudly, suddenly became speechless as if someone had strangled him by the throat.

"Young man, you came in to watch the show too? I mean, Fatty acted pretty well. If he wasn't in the tomb-robbing business, maybe he could be an actor or something."

Zhang Hanyan's teasing broke the silence in the room and brought a smile back to the fat man's face.

"Hahaha, that's right. I have many skills. I'll show you all my skills one by one when I have time... Hmm? What's fuzzy?"

The fat man turned his head and looked at the clay pot that was emitting green smoke, and exclaimed, "Oh, it's the porridge I cooked!"

He opened the lid of the casserole in a hurry, but the lid was so hot that he almost dropped it.

"Ouch, it was almost there, just a little bit, luckily, luckily I didn't destroy my reputation, otherwise, it would be a huge embarrassment."

Zhang Hanyan looked at the fat man's weird look and just smiled at Zhang Qiling. The moment their eyes met, she also saw a very faint smile in his eyes.

"Han Yan, when are they leaving?"

Zhang Qiling did not mention anyone by name, but she knew who he was talking about. She looked towards the garden, but due to the obstruction of the grass and trees, she could not see Xiliu and Zhang Mo.

"They came specially for this trip, so they should be allowed to have a meal before they leave, right? What's wrong, don't you like them? Did they say anything to you?"

Zhang Qiling shook his head slightly, "No, I just don't want to see them."

"Well, since you don't like them coming, then don't let them come in the future, okay? You wait here, I'll go see if the chicken in the pot is cooked."

While Zhang Hanyan turned around to get the chicken, the fat man walked over to Zhang Qiling with a meaningful smile on his lips.

"Young man, you said you don't want to see them, so do you not want to see Xi Liu or do you not want to see the man who has been staring at Han Yan since he entered the door?"

Zhang Qiling glanced at the fat man indifferently, frowned slightly, and did not answer.

The fat man smiled knowingly, patted his shoulder with his right hand, and said in a deep voice, "Oh...tsk tsk tsk, you are so jealous..."

He walked out of the kitchen laughing. Zhang Qiling looked at his back. There was no trace of embarrassment on his face as if his thoughts had been seen through. He remained as calm as before.

"Brother, come here and have a chicken drumstick first. We'll have to wait a while before we can eat."

Zhang Hanyan tore off a whole chicken leg and walked over to hand it to Zhang Qiling.

"it is good."

Zhang Qiling took the chicken leg. The meat was at the right temperature and was ready to be eaten. He reached out and handed the chicken leg to her mouth.

"you eat first."

"No, I'm not hungry yet. You can eat first, and then go hang out the sheets in the washing machine."

"Yeah. I know."

In the garden, Zhang Mo and Xi Liu sat quietly in the pavilion, neither of them intending to speak to each other. The fat man sensed from afar that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the pavilion. He originally wanted to sit in the pavilion, but he decisively turned around and walked in another direction.

He strolled in the huge garden, admiring the flowers and plants. The deeper he went into the garden, the more he marveled at the exquisiteness of the garden.

He reached out and touched a huge Shoushan stone standing in the garden. "This garden really has a different view at every step. I, Fatty, want to live here."

As he was sighing, he saw Zhang Qiling walking towards him with a basket of bed sheets.

"Hey bro, you want to hang the sheets? Where do you want to hang them? I'll help you."

The fat man was about to take it, but Zhang Qiling dodged it sideways, "This is Han Yan's, you can't touch it."

After he said that, he walked to the front where the rope was tied, hung the sheets in the basket neatly, and gently smoothed out every wrinkle.

The fat man watched his movements from behind and said jokingly, "Brother, I didn't see you being so careful when you were cracking the mechanism in the tomb. Alas... it's all because of this damn love that has blinded your eyes..."

Zhang Qiling completely ignored his meaning, hung up all the sheets and walked straight past him, as if he had completely ignored his existence.

"Hey, Fatty, I'm talking to you. Why do you always ignore me? Do you know that this is very rude?"

The fat man chased after him and kept muttering behind Zhang Qiling.

"Brother..." Seeing that Zhang Qiling ignored him no matter what he said, the fat man turned his eyes and looked towards the corridor and shouted, "Han Yan, why are you here?"

Zhang Qiling subconsciously looked towards the corridor. The corridor was empty and Zhang Hanyan was not there.

He turned to look at the fat man with a smirk on his face, his eyes stained with a hint of anger, and said in a cold voice, "You are sick!"

The fat man was not angry at all. Instead, he laughed even harder. "See, it turns out that you still know how to talk to me. Even though it's not pleasant to hear, I don't mind."

Zhang Qiling didn't want to pay any more attention to him, so he turned around and left. The fat man followed him lazily, whistling a cheerful tune.

"You're back." Zhang Hanyan looked at the empty basket in Zhang Qiling's hand, "Did you hang the sheets out to dry? Put the things back so we can eat."

"Okay." Zhang Qiling smiled calmly and left with the basket.

The fat man looked at the plates of delicious dishes on the stove and swallowed unconsciously.

"Hanyan, where do you want to eat? I'll help you serve the food."

"Living room, thank you Fatty for your help."

"Oh, it's just something that comes easily to me. Besides, why not serve it earlier so that we can have dinner earlier? I've been hungry for a long time. Hanyan, the dishes you cook look delicious."

The fat man walked quickly between the kitchen and the living room, and in a short while, the round table in the living room was filled with food.

After putting down the last dish, Zhang Hanyan took off the apron around her waist and walked into the garden to find Xiliu and Zhang Mo.

"Xi Liu, Zhang Mo, come in and have dinner."

"Okay, thank you for the hospitality, Saint."

Xiliu stood up with a smile and walked into the living room with Zhang Hanyan. During the walk, she looked back and warned Zhang Mo with her eyes.

"Okay, everyone is here, let's eat."

Zhang Hanyan sat down and greeted everyone, and everyone picked up their bowls and chopsticks and started eating. Xiliu wanted to say a few polite words, but when he saw the chopsticks flying up and down in the fat man's hand, he chose to shut his mouth silently.

"Hanyan, the food you cook is really delicious."

The fat man picked up a large portion of shredded pork and ginger along with white rice with his chopsticks and put them into his mouth. The slightly spicy ginger was refreshing and appetizing, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead while he was eating.

When Xi Liu and Zhang Mo started eating, they originally thought that they only needed to eat a little and not be too rude. But when they actually put the food in their mouths, they had no choice.

During the meal, no one talked, and the only sound was the crisp sound of wooden chopsticks hitting porcelain bowls and plates.