The sun sets in the sky, and the orange brilliance shrouds the earth.

"It's time to eat!"

After Ji Haotian prepared supper, he spoke softly to Helian Wan'er, who was sitting on the sofa without help throughout the whole process.

"Um."

Helian Wan'er responded in a low voice, then walked to the table in her slippers.

Since Ji Haotian said at noon that she wanted to cook dinner, Helian Wan'er has been holding back her energy and preparing to ridicule Ji Haotian's cooking skills during dinner.

But when he was standing by the table, what Helian Wan'er originally wanted to say was like a thorn in her throat and was hard to say.

On the atmospheric European dining table, there are four dishes and a soup bowl. The four dishes are exquisitely shaped. The white mushroom soup is filled with hot air, which makes people feel greatly appetizing.

It has both colors, fragrance and taste, and gives people a huge impact on vision and taste.

"Sit down, why are you doing stand still?" Ji Haotian was already sitting upright at the table while he was speaking, ignoring Helian Wan'er and having a meal on his own.

Helian Wan'er took her seat with her lips pursed, picked up a piece of fish, put it in her mouth and chewed it gently.

Three years ago, the God Chef Pavilion, known as the world's No. 1 restaurant palace, invited the Tiexin Master to attend the banquet. Helian Wan'er was fortunate to be invited together as the saint of Bixia Palace.

That time, it was the first time that Helian Wan'er knew that cooking could become something that people pursue throughout their lives. It turned out that ordinary ingredients, after being processed by chefs, could become so tempting.

Helian Wan'er once believed that no chef in the world could compare with the chefs in the Divine Chef Pavilion.

But today, the meal made by Ji Haotian actually made her feel the impact from her taste buds again.

"The ingredients are limited, I just made a few dishes. Can't you get used to it?"

Ji Haotian asked softly when he saw Helian Wan'er being stunned.

"No, it's pretty good."

Helian Wan'er came to her senses, picked up the rice, thought for a while and paused: "It seems that you have advantages, at least the dishes are well made! I think, I have put a lot of effort into this!"

"It seems that you have advantages, at least you know how to praise others' strengths."

Ji Haotian smiled and continued to eat: "I have never studied cooking skills."

"What, do you want to tell me that you are born to be a good dish?"

Helian Wan'er once again lost interest in talking to Ji Haotian, saying that he was fat, but he was still breathing.

"It's not born, it's just that I'm afraid of being hungry."

When talking about this, a memory flashed through Ji Haotian's mind: "At that time, he fought with the enemy on the battlefield for 17 days. The beacon did not stop and war broke out. Later, the team broke down the supply line and the military rations were exhausted, the entire army fell into panic. The water source could be solved by sewage, but the food was gone. At that time, if people wanted to survive, they could only eat the bodies of their companions and enemies."

"vomit--"

Helian Wan'er, who was chewing a piece of meat, immediately retching when she heard this, then opened her eyes wide and looked at Ji Haotian: "Have you...had you... eaten?"

"No."

Ji Haotian continued to eat: "Eating the enemy makes me dirty my stomach, eating the robes makes me feel burned."

"You clearly said that the food on the front line has been ruined. Since there is no food, how did you survive?" Helian Wan'er even questioned the authenticity of the story when she heard this answer.

"mouse."

Ji Haotian's voice was steady and his face was no stranger: "The mice on the front line all grew up eating corpses, and their size was much larger than cats. I couldn't eat people, so I could only eat mice."

"You have been a soldier and participated in the war..."

Helian Wan'er looked at Ji Haotian in front of her, and her eyes showed a hint of admiration. No wonder this man's bones are so hard that he doesn't know how to adapt to everything.

At this moment, his personality really seems to be from a military background, frank and tough.

But this world of flowers is not in the army after all, and the bones are too hard, which is not a good thing after all.

"The army was trapped for nineteen days, and I ate twenty-one rats."

Ji Haotian looked up slightly and became serious: "Since then, I have learned to cook, and I have never studied it much, but I think no matter what, it is much stronger than the rat meat, so I can't waste food."

"Those years must have been very hard."

Helian Wan'er followed Ji Haotian's eyes, as if she had seen the battlefield where the war was full of fire and the rest of her limbs, and also saw those iron-blooded men who had run out of ammunition and food but had not retreated in an instant.

What a romantic word.

But what is the relationship between the real battlefield and the word romance?

"Maybe, at least I can still eat the food I cook today, right?"

Ji Haotian laughed at it.

Ask yourself, were those days hard?

If you savor it carefully, it may be more difficult to describe than bitterness.

One inch of mountains and rivers, one inch of blood, one hundred thousand young people and one hundred thousand soldiers.

But there are more than 100,000 great men who sprinkle their blood and dye their border areas red.

Ji Haotian only talked about the battlefield with Helian Wan'er, but did not mention that although he won that battle, less than 10,000 people survived the 300,000 iron troops who participated in the battle.

After dinner, Ji Haotian pushed open the door again and stood on the slow platform in front of the villa.

The fields are silent.

Only the breeze comes

Blowing on your body makes people feel extremely comfortable.

The branches of scattered trees have been added with new green.

Winter is coming to an end.

Ji Haotian looked into the distance.

But this bustling imperial city seems to have no boundaries, full of high platforms and towers.

The next moment, a nanny car passed by the door of Villa No. 4.

In the car, Zhang Sining swept his eyes and saw Ji Haotian again.

The anger that had already dissipated surged back into my heart.

I still remember that when I went home to visit my relatives four years ago, my father once said that if I worked for another five years, I would sell my property and move to Yanjing to accompany Zhang Sining and share family life.

But he didn't expect that the five-year period has not arrived, and Zhang Fengjiu has already fled far away and disappeared without a trace.

Zhang Sining knew that that experience had collapsed his father's beliefs. Even though he still had billions of wealth, he had no face to face anyone.

Over the years, Zhang Fengjiu has opened a black boxing match, with his hands covered with the blood of innocent people.

But, so what?

With his power in Yunzhou and his relationship in Yanjing, what else can't be settled?

How can those dead low-minded lives be compared with the Ji family?

Zhang Sining stayed in Yanjing, his identity became nobler every year, and his class was rising year by year.

I thought I would repay Zhang Fengjiu's nurturing kindness soon.

But I didn't expect that something happened to the Zhang family.

The separation of flesh and blood makes people feel tingling in the heart.

How can you not take revenge if your enemy is in sight?

Zhang Sining's thoughts surged, and his eyes turned from anger to resentment: "In Yanjing, I want you to repay ten times and a hundred times more in this imperial capital! I want you to know that in this imperial capital, you are no different from an ant!"

"Hulala!"

The willow branches on the roadside were shaking, and Ji Haotian was still intoxicated with the winter colors.

I didn't notice at all that the tree wanted to be quiet, but the wind did not stop.

The nanny car drove all the way, driving out of the villa area with constant speed.
Chapter completed!