"Yes, I am Mr. Chu."

In front of the villa, Lu Yanxi and Lu Hua were still in shock and had not recovered.

But Ye Fan was holding a bowl and eating dumplings while smiling lightly.

Jiangdong people have a custom that whenever a relative travels far away, they will make dumplings to see them off.

This time Ye Fan was about to leave, so Qiu Mucheng and Ye Fan decided to make dumplings together on a whim.

However, this process is by no means smooth.

Teaching a person with almost no cooking skills to make dumplings is by no means an easy task. For Ye Fan, the level of hard work is no less than a master battle.

But Qiu Mucheng insisted on learning and insisted on letting Ye Fan eat the farewell dumplings she made for him.

In the end, the two of them tinkered for a long time before finishing the dinner.

Fortunately, it was almost the same time. Their dinner had just been prepared, and Lu Yanxi and the others arrived.

At this time, Ye Fan was still wearing the pink scarf and his sleeves were stained with white flour, looking like a downtrodden "househusband".

"Have you eaten?"

"Would you like to come in and have a bowl of dumplings?"

Ye Fan asked enthusiastically.

"Dumplings?"

"Cement and coal!"

However, at this time, Lu Hua had undoubtedly recovered from the shock.

The two of them looked at Ye Fan with black lines on their faces. It was hard to believe that the Martial Arts Temple would allow such a young person to participate in this operation.

"Depend on!"

"How about playing with us?"

"A bastard, you want me, Lu Hua, to come and invite you in person?"

"I really don't know what the Martial Arts Temple is thinking."

Lu Hua was undoubtedly extremely dissatisfied with this.

Originally, this operation was extremely dangerous, and he certainly hoped that all participants would be strong men who could stand alone.

Even if not everyone is as respected a martial arts senior as Mr. Kong, at least they can’t be a hindrance, right?

Now that the Wushen Temple has recruited a young bastard into their team, Lu Hua is naturally dissatisfied.

What made him even more dissatisfied was that the Wushen Temple actually arranged for them to pay a visit to this junior in person.

"Fortunately, Mr. Kong didn't come, otherwise, I would have been pissed to death!"

Lu Hua said a few harsh words, then turned around and left without lingering.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Have you taken gunpowder?"

"If you don't want to eat what you say you don't want to eat, why are you getting angry?"

"Besides, I'm not willing to let him eat the dumplings my wife made for me?"

Ye Fan was not angry at Lu Hua's dissatisfaction.

Instead, he smiled faintly, looking as if nothing had happened, but he didn't take it to heart at all.

"And you?"

"Would you like to try my wife's cooking?"

“This is my first time making dumplings, and it’s very rare to be able to make them to such an extent.”

Ye Fan almost showed off, praising Qiu Mucheng in front of outsiders.

"I'm not interested."

At this time, Lu Yanxi obviously didn't have a good attitude.

Especially after seeing Ye Fan so young, the previous expectations and respect have undoubtedly disappeared.

Yes, the young man in front of him was completely different from the "Mr. Chu" he imagined. It was a world of difference.

He originally thought that the person who could be admired so highly by his father, even if he was not as good as Mr. Kong, must be a highly cultivated martial arts senior who was full of majesty in his every move.

However, the ideal is very full, but the reality is extremely skinny!

He never thought that this "Old Mr. Chu" would be the unkempt and carefree young man in front of him.
Chapter completed!