The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor
chapter-1329

Bai Chen Feng waved a hand as a sign for the palace manager and servants to step away before asking cautiously: “Lord Little Yan, why do you suddenly want to eat cooked food?”

Lord Little Yan yawned and replied without second-guessing: “A few days ago, I was hungry after being rescued by Little Qing and he cooked that delicious meat for this lord! It was so fragrant! This lord feels that cooked food matches my image and temperament. That is why this lord only wants to eat cooked food from now on! Cooked! Cooked!”

She emphasized it three times.

Thinking back to that day, the roast meat with crispy skin had slid down her tongue and melted immediately in her mouth. The meat was filled with fresh juices that would roll down her throat after she bit on it. Although it was scalding, she was unwilling to spit the food out.

That satisfaction, that marvel, it made her feel that this was undoubtedly what a bird should be eating!

When she thought back to that point, Lord Little Yan rolled her eyes at Bai Chen Feng; had the latter not frightened Little Qing away whilst she was asleep, she would have been enjoying some good food now.

When Bai Chen Feng saw Lord Little Yan’s expression of savoring and endless aftertaste, his face instantly turned black.

Very good! That Carrot Demon! He would remember this. To think that he used a meal of roast meat to hook away Lord Little Yan’s stomach, how dare he!

Ji Mo Small Courtyard.

Ji Mo Ya sat within his study with a book in his hand. He was frowning slightly while his slender white finger unconsciously tapped on the study table, it looked as though he had encountered a difficult

Mo Si and Little Treasure were sitting on the steps outside the study.

Ever since Little Treasure learned the truth, he had turned even more withdrawn.

He displayed a depressed look every day. Kids at his age would be running around and having fun, yet all he had done was staying within the courtyard daily.

All he did was cultivate.

His young face had thinned due to this, causing Mo Si and the other Ink Guards to feel heartbroken.

After a discussion, they thought that the Little Young Master cannot go on like this. That was why Mo Si had been kicked forward by the rest, he was the most talkative and was thus assigned the task to nag at the Little Young Master. Maybe it might incite some liveliness into the Little Young Master.

Mo Si naturally took up this task gladly.

He would always try to talk to Little Treasure; even setting a goal to make the Little Treasure speak a couple of sentences each day.

Currently, he saw that Ji Mo Ya was looking at the book in his hand and looking as though he had encountered a problem. Mo Si nudged Little Treasure with his elbow: “Little Young Master, the Young Master seems to have encountered a difficulty regarding training? I saw that he had been looking at that book for nearly half a day, yet not a page was flipped.”

Little Treasure silently turned to look at his father within the study. Something seemed to flow through his eyes before he turned his head expressionlessly and replied, “Oh.”

Mo Si has long gotten used to Little Treasure’s current attitude, he had never expected any response. To have received a word as a reply was already giving him a lot of face.

“Come to think of it. Young Master has been pretty strange these past few days, not only was he researching in the study, but he also went into the kitchen for a spin. Can it be that Young Master found the medicine that we brewed not to his satisfaction?”

Little Treasure turned his head once again and looked at the title of the book that Ji Mo Ya was holding, <Elementary Basics of a Chef>, can it be that Mo Si did not see that?

Mo Si followed Little Treasure’s gaze. Even a chatterbox like him was dumbstruck.

He only managed to find his voice after a long while, “Little Young Master, is this subordinate seeing it correctly? Young Master is reading the basics of a chef? He wants to learn cooking?”

Can it be that Young Master felt that his body was not recovering much and gave up? Or did he decide to fight this battle by personally becoming a chef to better take care of his own body?