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

Time passed day after day, and Zhang Hanyan would still go to the various local inspection agencies of the Zhang family after completing training every day to check whether they could operate normally.

Sometimes, Zhang Qiling would accompany her, but more often, she went alone.

It’s just because Zhang Yecheng is now becoming more and more strict with his training requirements.

There are twenty-four hours in a day, and he wished he could let Zhang Qiling practice non-stop for twenty-four hours.

"Hanyan, are you here to check the mechanisms here again?" Zhang Mo stood at the door, leaned out and looked at her with a smile.

"Yeah, have you finished your training today?"

Zhang Hanyan chatted with him while checking the mechanism. These days, whenever she walked to the door of the orphanage, Zhang Mo would appear at the door in a moment.

"Well, today's training is over. Hanyan, this is for you!"

Zhang Mo spread out his hand, and in his palm was a candy wrapped in red paper. The bright red candy paper was particularly dazzling and eye-catching under the sunlight.

Zhang Hanyan walked over suspiciously and stared down at the candy in his palm.

"Where did you get the candy?"

The reason why she asked this was because the children in the orphanage could only get enough food and clothing every day, and it was impossible for them to have luxuries like candy.

Moreover, children in the orphanage are not allowed to step out of the gate. Therefore, every time Zhang Mo talked to her, he could only lean forward but did not dare to step out of the threshold.

Under such circumstances, there shouldn't be any candies on Zhang Mo's body.

In response to her question, Zhang Mo just chuckled and took her hand to stuff the candy into her hand.

"Don't ask me. In the past, you always brought me food from time to time, and I never gave you anything.

That time, if you hadn't given me half a steamed bun, I would have starved to death and would not be able to stand here and talk to you.

This candy is the only thing I can give you right now, so just take it! I’ll give you something good later on!”

Zhang Mo has curved eyebrows and a bright smile, just like the warm sunshine in winter.

Zhang Hanyan gently grasped the candy in his palm, not daring to claim the favor that belonged to the former Zhang Hanyan.

She thought for a while, then put the candy in her hand back into his hand, and stood away from the door, out of his reach.

"I think you may need this candy more now. Take it and eat it. I'll bring you something delicious next time I come. I'm leaving now!"

She smiled and waved to him, then quickly ran out of his sight under his surprised gaze.

Only when he could no longer see her back did he look down at the candy in his hand with disappointment.

The sweat from the palms wet the red paper, and the red paint stained the palms, gradually spreading and dyeing the skin of the palms red.

Zhang Mo raised his head and stared at the direction where Zhang Hanyan left, muttering to himself, "Is it because you don't like it?"

"Master, little brother, I'm back! What do you want to eat today? I'll make it!"

Zhang Hanyan returned to the courtyard panting and leaned against the thick trunk of the ginkgo tree to rest.

"Are you being chased by a ghost? You're running so fast!"

Zhang Yecheng handed her a cup of tea at the right temperature. She took it and drank it down with her head tilted back, then handed the empty cup back to him.

Zhang Qiling looked up at the beads of sweat on her forehead and frowned slightly.

Why did she rush back today? Could it be... someone scared her outside?

"Hehe... I'm just worried that if I come back late, you'll be hungry without anyone to cook..."

Zhang Hanyan sat opposite Zhang Qiling, picked up the teapot on the table and poured herself some water. She drank three cups of tea before stopping.

Zhang Yecheng looked at her anxiously and said, "Girl, did you encounter any trouble outside today?

Don't be afraid! Speak out boldly, and Master will avenge you!"

Zhang Qiling also nodded in agreement, thinking that as long as she told him who that person was, he would definitely teach that person a lesson.

"No! Really not! I was just really hungry and wanted to come back early to cook and eat, really!"

Under Zhang Yecheng's distrustful gaze, Zhang Hanyan had no choice but to raise three fingers and give repeated assurances.

"Don't lie to me. Although I, your master, don't have a very high status in this huge Zhang family, I can still avenge you."

Zhang Hanyan helplessly tugged at Zhang Yecheng's sleeve and pulled him to sit down.

"Really not! By the way, I'll make whatever you want to eat tonight. Anything is fine!"

Zhang Yecheng's eyes lit up when he heard that, and he immediately put what had just happened out of his mind.

"My dear disciple, I want to eat pork elbow in soy sauce, dumplings stuffed with pickled cabbage, and some old duck soup!"

"Master, do you want to have a full banquet?"

Zhang Yecheng nodded continuously, his eyes filled with excitement, "Think about it! Can you do it?"

Zhang Hanyan sneered, "You have a nice idea!"

She looked at Zhang Qiling, "What do you want to eat, little brother?"

"It's all right."

Zhang Hanyan turned to look at Zhang Yecheng, "Look at you, little brother, and then look at yourself! You're still serving pork elbow, old duck soup, and a full banquet. Aren't you afraid of exhausting your apprentice to death?

If you tire me to death, you will be left starving from now on!"

Zhang Yecheng pouted in grievance, "Didn't you say that anything is fine? You don't keep your word!"

"Heh... I just said that, who knew you took it seriously!"

After she finished speaking, she turned and left, completely ignoring Zhang Yecheng's murderous gaze.

Zhang Yecheng pointed at her back with a trembling hand, and he was so angry that his beard was puffed and his eyes were glaring. Even so, he didn't really mean to blame her.

He just complained loudly: "You little bitch! You are becoming more and more lawless. I am so angry! Do you still take me, your master, seriously?"

Zhang Qiling silently watched Zhang Yecheng walking back and forth. His behavior did not affect him at all.

He still looked calm and composed, as if nothing mattered to him or caught his eye.

But in fact, only he himself knows that he likes his current life very much.

He likes watching Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Yecheng bickering... likes eating the food Zhang Hanyan cooks... likes this down-to-earth life.

"You little brat! You only know how to drink tea and watch a play, right? You didn't even say anything to help me say a few words for that little brat, humph!"

Zhang Yecheng stared at Zhang Qiling for a long while, but did not receive any response from him. He was silent for a long time before he finally looked up at Zhang Yecheng.

"I think...she's right."

The calm tone and light words made Zhang Yecheng so angry that he almost passed out.

He kept stroking his chest which was rising and falling, silently comforting himself, telling himself not to be angry, this was his adopted son, and he was also the clan leader, he couldn't hit him, he couldn't hit him!