Reborn in Another World: A Husband from Heaven

The two strolled back home and Xing Yun went towards the kitchen.

Because they are going to open fire themselves today.

Xing Yun secretly felt lucky that he had learned these life skills by himself in the past three years, such as making fire and cooking.

Although the food he cooked was not as delicious as Qingyun's, it was still cooked well.

Just when he was lighting the fire in the kitchen.

Han Shaoqing also followed in. Xing Yun asked, "Han Shaoqing, why did you come into the kitchen as well?"

Han Shaoqing scooped out two spoonfuls of rice from the bag and washed it. He said jokingly, "I choose to be a gigolo, so the kitchen work is naturally mine."

Han Shaoqing did not tell Xing Yun directly that he was good at cooking and he wanted to give Xing Yun a surprise.

Xing Yun didn't quite agree with what he heard, and said seriously, "That's what I wanted to do, and you're not a gigolo."

Han Shaoqing took the time to look at Xing Yun's serious face and replied, "I am willing to cook, too."

Han Shaoqing was happy to use his superb cooking skills to amaze his young husband, to satisfy his stomach and to conquer his heart.

Xing Yun saw that Han Shaoqing didn't seem unhappy or embarrassed at all. Instead, he enjoyed it. This made him realize that Han Shaoqing really didn't mind the topic of being a gigolo.

He did not emphasize it any further, and not many people knew about this matter, so he was not afraid of Han Shaoqing being criticized.

Instead, he changed the subject and said jokingly, "How about your cooking skills? If it's just average, I won't be satisfied."

Han Shaoqing put the spiritual rice on the fire to cook, and cleaned and cut vegetables skillfully. He took the time to glance at Xing Yun who was sitting next to the stove, with a smile on his face, and did not forget to answer Xing Yun's question: "Hey, I didn't realize you were such a picky person!"

Xing Yun said shamelessly: "Of course, I have eaten a lot of delicious food. Especially the spiritual food made by spiritual chefs."

Xing Yun seemed to recall the delicious food he had eaten before, and his saliva was about to drop.

No wonder Han Shaoqing was curious when he saw Xing Yun like this: "Is it really that delicious?"

Xing Yun nodded and said with certainty: "Of course. But don't put too much pressure on yourself." He sighed deeply and continued: "After all, they are spiritual chefs. The food they make is indeed not something that ordinary people can make."

Han Shaoqing was immediately unhappy after hearing this. He also had a little desire to conquer, and tried his best to cook a delicious meal to satisfy Xiaofu and squeeze out those who occupied Xiaofu's heart.

But he still asked in a cold tone: "Are you saying that I am not as good as others?"

Xing Yun realized belatedly what he had said and touched his nose feeling a little guilty.

He glanced at Han Shaoqing who was busy, and saw Han Shaoqing looking at him coldly.

When Xing Yun saw it, he stared at her with his big almond eyes full of innocence, and immediately made his attitude clear, denying it three times in a row, "No, I didn't, don't wrongly accuse me. I definitely didn't mean that, I just said it casually."

Seeing Xing Yun's innocent look, Han Shaoqing nodded amusedly, indicating that he believed what he said.

Seeing that Han Shaoqing was no longer looking at him, Xing Yun regained his courage and said rudely, "Besides, I haven't eaten the food you cooked, so I don't know how it tastes."

Han Shaoqing was so angry that he almost laughed.

He nodded and said calmly, "I haven't eaten it before, so I don't know how it tastes. Then you should try it carefully and tell the difference carefully."

Xing Yun heard a strong threat from him and felt a little guilty. But he soon glared at Han Shaoqing without giving in. He thought: What am I afraid of? He used to be the one that everyone was afraid of. It doesn't make sense that he is a coward now.

Thinking of this, he looked at Han Shaoqing's familiar appearance. He had a rough idea, although it might be a little off, but not that far off.

I thought: I should say something nice when the time comes. Besides, Han Shaoqing has definitely never eaten it, so he doesn't know how it tastes. He is my husband, and he is always the best in my heart. He is not lying, right? I have to pamper my husband.

Alas...it's not easy for me either! Yunyun sighed

While Xing Yun was daydreaming, Han Shaoqing had already cooked two dishes, and the rich aroma wafted through the small kitchen.

It was this fragrance that brought Xing Yun back to his senses.

Xing Yun looked at Han Shaoqing in surprise, then looked at the dishes out of the pot, and opened his mouth in astonishment.

Han Shaoqing looked at the stunned Xing Yun with pride, and said calmly, "You're drooling."

When Xing Yun heard this, he immediately closed his slightly opened mouth and asked sincerely, "Are you also a spiritual chef?"

Han Shaoqing shook his head. He had never even seen a spirit chef, how could it be possible?

"Then-then-how could you do that?" Xing Yun asked puzzled.

Han Shaoqing just shrugged, indicating that he didn't know either.

In fact, Han Shaoqing was cooking according to the cooking skills he learned in his previous life, and he didn't know the reason.

Unable to find the cause, they did not investigate further.

As long as there's delicious food, isn't that enough?

During this time, Han Shaoqing cooked another dish, and Xing Yun was so delicious that he couldn't stop swallowing his saliva.

He hadn't eaten such delicious food for a long time.

He just didn't expect that Han Shaoqing would give him such a big surprise. With such good cooking skills, he would never have to worry about food in the future.

Han Shaoqing heard Xing Yun swallowing his saliva and his eyes glued to the dishes, and he knew that Xing Yun was very satisfied with his cooking skills, and he felt satisfied immediately. But he still said jokingly: "Take the bowls and chopsticks and go out to the yard, we can eat soon."

Xing Yun nodded and followed Han Shaoqing's instructions promptly.

Han Shaoqing placed the dishes on the table, scooped half a bowl of spiritual rice porridge for Xing Yun, handed it to Xing Yun and warned: "Be careful not to burn your mouth."

Xing Yun nodded anxiously, took it and quickly scooped a spoonful into his mouth.

I was immediately scalded and started to hiss.

Han Shaoqing showed an anxious look on his face, and kept asking with concern: "Spit it out quickly."

Xing Yun opened his bright red mouth, laughed twice, and then swallowed the porridge in his mouth. Han Shaoqing immediately asked, "Did you get burned?"

Xing Yun shook his head, feeling warm inside, and said, "No, no, it's just that this porridge is so delicious that I was a little anxious for a moment."

Han Shaoqing said helplessly and lovingly: "Eat slowly, there is still a lot, enough for you to eat. If you like it, I will make it for you in the future."

When Xing Yun heard this, he chuckled and nodded repeatedly, as if he was afraid that if he was late, he would have nothing to eat.

After breakfast.

Han Shaoqing and the others took the seeds and walked towards the village chief's house together.

They arrived at the door, knocked on it, and then said to the person inside: "Village Chief, we are here to get the earthworms."

The village chief heard it from inside, and went back to the house, took out the small box containing the earthworms, walked to the door, opened the door, and handed the box to them, saying, "Here."

He didn't even invite them in to sit down.

Han Shaoqing seemed to be used to it. He took the box from the village chief and thanked him with a smile: "Thank you, village chief. We will leave first."

The village chief had no intention of inviting them in and just waved at them.

Han Shaoqing and his companions took the tillers and went straight to the fields.

While the tillers were turning over the soil in other fields, they were planting magical rice in the already turned land.

Fortunately, the soil was freshly turned over and was very soft, so they didn't need much effort to plant the seeds. In just one afternoon, Han Shaoqing and his companions had planted half an acre.

But during this period, countless boys and girls walked past their land.

Perhaps because they were busy, no one rushed forward to chat with them.

Just when the two of them were busy planting crops wholeheartedly, a girl of about seventeen or eighteen, dressed up carefully and elegantly, came towards Han Shaoqing with a bamboo basket in her hand.

She approached Han Shaoqing and said to him in a soft voice, "Brother Han, Qingyuan brought you some water and food. It's too hot now, you should sit down and rest for a while and eat something."

Han Shaoqing noticed someone approaching.

But since the other person didn't show any ill will now, he couldn't ask to chase them away.

After all, they had just entered the village, so they still had to build good relationships with the people in the village first.

The purpose of his trip had not yet been achieved, so he adopted the attitude that less trouble is worse than more.