Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 230: I won’t eat it, put it away quickly

Chapter 230: Chapter 230: I won’t eat it, put it away quickly

Xiao Chen glanced at him, "If you want to go, I won’t stop you, but I’m afraid you’re not lucky enough to enjoy it."

Feng Ye sulkily abandoned the idea in his mind. Golden Net was full of beauties, but each one of them was capable of extraordinary feats. Who knew if they might be even more formidable than himself, and they were very united. If he provoked one of them, he could end up being beaten up by a group.

"No way!" Feng Ye exclaimed, then smiled happily, "If the kid is from Golden Net, does that mean we can get a discount or something when we ask Golden Net for a favor in the future?"

Xiao Chen frowned at him, "Aunt Feng told me to find you a wife."

Feng Ye, "Why?"

"Because she said you’d mature once you’re married."

Feng Ye, "... Did you agree?"

He hadn’t had enough fun yet!

"No, I think you’d be better off being lonely for the rest of your life."

"..."

Feng Ye couldn’t help but have a string of expletives pass through his mind!

Did he want the Feng Family to end with him?

What a grudge!

After leaving the hospital, Feng Ye drove to Yunhua District.

The fragrant aroma of cumin beef, barbecue, and corn pork rib soup wafted from the kitchen.

"It smells so good!" Feng Ye sniffed, it was indeed right to bring Xiao Feng over, they wouldn’t starve.

In the elegantly comfortable restaurant, there was a marble-patterned square table filled with dishes.

An unassuming painting hung on the wall of the restaurant, but those in the know could tell at a glance that it was worth a million.

"Master Chen, you can start eating if you’re hungry. There’s one more dish that will be ready soon." Xiao Feng, wearing an apron and holding a spatula, came out of the kitchen, looking like the ideal domestic man.

Xiao Chen raised an eyebrow and took off his coat, casually tossing it onto the sofa. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing well-defined muscles, and sat down after pulling out a chair.

"Xiao Feng, your cooking has improved again." Feng Ye’s eyes lit up after taking a bite, and he began to eat heartily.

After two consecutive flights and being busy running around, he had been very hungry. Now, having such delicious food, he devoured the meal voraciously.

But the aristocratic upbringing deep in his bones meant that even when eating with big bites, his movements remained graceful.

Next to him, Xiao Chen gracefully and aristocratically poured himself a cup of tea from a celadon-handled teapot, the epitome of nobility, his every move exuding wildness and unruliness.

Before long, Xiao Feng brought out a plate of bright green, fresh bok choy, took off his apron, and sat down to eat.

Xiao Chen tasted a few bites of each dish and rarely spoke up, "Make some more nutritious dishes tomorrow and stew a soup for the kid. For now, you’ll be responsible for the kid’s meals thrice a day."

Xiao Feng appeared troubled on the surface but was actually overjoyed on the inside. He had been worrying about how to approach Miss Yun and was pleasantly surprised when Xiao Chen brought it up.

With a look of difficulty, he said, "Isn’t it an underuse of my talents to have me just cook...?"

Xiao Chen gave him a look, his deep, inky eyes seeming to see right through his thoughts, "Do it well and I’ll give you a raise."

"Thank you, Master Chen." He started eating with a big smile, convinced he had been absolutely right to stay by Miss Yun’s side.

Lucky for him that he was skilled in cooking!

Otherwise, he would have ended up like his three other brothers, exiled to harsh and cold lands, doing the most dangerous jobs and earning even less.

Feng Ye glanced at him. This kid was pretty sharp!

With just a little effort, he had already secured a firm hold on the ’kid’s’ coattails. If the ’kid’ took a liking to him, promotion and raise were just a matter of time.

After dinner, Feng Ye sat on the couch with his legs crossed and turned his head to ask, "Master Chen, how do you plan to deal with Second Young Master Xiao?"

Xiao Chen didn’t make a sound, but the sharp glint in his eyes seemed to stir up an invisible tempest.

An eerie chill suddenly crept into his limbs, and Feng Ye, sensing the mood, wisely shut his mouth and asked no more.

It looked as though Master Chen wasn’t about to let Second Young Master Xiao off the hook; he might not die, but losing a few layers of skin seemed entirely possible.

**

The wee hours brought a fine drizzle that continued until the first light of dawn when it gradually came to a stop.

The rising sun shone on the glistening raindrops, reflecting a spectrum of dazzling colors.

Class Seven took a half-day off collectively. Yang Xing summoned his family’s bus, which carried all the students of Class Seven to City Center Hospital, filling the ward to the brim.

Wang Ning breathed a sigh of relief, "Sister Yue, it’s great to see you’re fine. God knows Wei Xuan told us your car accident was serious..."

"Next time I see him, I’ll definitely give him a good thrashing!" Yang Xing said, clenching his fists in righteous indignation, annoyed that their entire Class Seven worried all night long.

"I think you might have a chance right now," Yun Yue said, her eyelids drooping with sleepiness, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

She had planned to sleep till noon, but these people showed up at the hospital bright and early, and since an entire class came, she couldn’t just kick them out.

Yang Xing and Wang Ning looked at her, "What do you mean?"

Her slender finger pointed toward the bathroom.

Wei Xuan, who was hiding in the toilet, pressed his ear against the door to listen to their conversation. Hearing Yang Xing’s threat to beat him up, he snorted in disdain, doubting Yang could beat him in a fight.

While he listened, the sound ceased. He must have zoned out for a moment because when he regained his senses, it seemed like they had left.

He waited another minute to make sure there was no sound in the ward, then assuredly unlocked the door and swaggered out of the bathroom, looking towards the unbridled girl on the bed and cheerfully said, "They left so soon, huh!"

"Surprise!"

"Damn! There’s a dog!" Wei Xuan was startled by the sudden appearance of people and, recognizing the familiar voices, he instinctively darted towards the exit.

Wang Ning and Liu Xiaopang stood rooted to the spot, watching with amusement as he scrambled to flee.

Gu Yue and Yang Xing suddenly appeared at the door, followed by the bulk of Class Seven.

He slammed on his brakes to barely avoid crashing into them and swore, "Fuck! You’re playing dirty tricks on me!"

This bunch from Class Seven was crafty, each harboring shared animosity, ganging up to tease a single person—did they feel proud of themselves?

"Who told you to lie and say Sister Yue was seriously injured, causing all of us to worry all night?" Yang Xing said with his arms crossed, proud of catching the expression on his face.

"Alright, alright, stop the bickering, you’re disturbing Yueyue’s rest," Zhang Ziyue interjected, her voice gentle, "Yueyue, I brought the candy you love to eat. With it, everything will get better."

Zhang Ziyue dug out the lollipops she had bought from her backpack, all different flavors and all from Yueyue’s favorite brands.

Yun Yue’s eyes lit up, but then she quickly composed herself, her voice cool and detached, "Hmm, I’m not eating, put them away quickly."

She rushed to zip her backpack.

"????"

"Eh...????"

Wang Ning suddenly blurted out a foolish question, "Sister Yue, are you sure you’re alright? Have you gone through all the proper checks?"

The eyes of the people from Class Seven widened; could it be that her brains got jarred? She refused the very sugar she loved, the candy she used to compete with Young Master Gu to eat—why?

"..." She opened her mouth but remained silent, then finally said, "Checked, and I’m very good."

"Then why aren’t you eating..." Zhang Ziyue’s words hung in her throat as she turned her head at the sight of Liu Lanfang approaching, her smile warm as she greeted her.