Chapter 591: Teaching Her to Cook

"Qin Jian, this subordinate of yours is not bad."

Inside the room, Qian Renxue sat by the window and suddenly said softly, "I can tell that those words of his came from the heart, and he didn't say them deliberately because he guessed your identity."

"Hmm..."

Qin Jian walked behind her, hugged her gently, and said, "It's truly wonderful to be able to see with my own eyes that the things I do really affect someone else's life."

"They lost both parents at a young age; I imagine they have tasted the warmth and cold of the world, yet they can still have such a pure heart, unpolluted by the world. It shows they are kind by nature."

He said in a low voice, "I have seen too many poor people who are cynical, and after they become successful, they don't think of giving back, but instead believe everything is what they deserve, and then go on to exploit others even more severely. To be able to meet people like this pair of siblings, and for them to be from my Spirit Judgment Hall, I am very happy."

Qian Renxue leaned against him and murmured, "Perhaps this is the difference between how you and I do things. I am never happy because I have changed their lives; I only care about what they bring to me. However, none of my subordinates have ever said they were willing to repay me with their lives..."

"The connection between people can make this world better and better..."

Qin Jian looked through the glass at the outside of the window. The moonlight was bright, the stars were obscured, and the bright moon hung on the treetops, looking like a painting.

"I don't do this to gain the death-defying loyalty of my subordinates, but because I don't want to treat those who follow me unfairly, and because doing this brings me peace."

He said in a low voice, "Only in this way do I feel that I have come to this world and gained much beauty, and likewise, brought more beauty to this world."

"I suddenly feel that you are more suited than both me and Bibi Dong to be a ruler, to be the master of Dalu," Qian Renxue said suddenly.

Qin Jian laughed: "That's not necessarily true. You are ruthless politicians, while I am a sentimental statesman. Whether it is better to be sentimental or ruthless when standing at the very peak is really hard to say."

Speaking of this, he suddenly changed the subject: "Besides, compared to being the master of Dalu, holding all of you in my arms makes my heart beat faster."

Qian Renxue turned her head back, with a look that was not quite a smile: "Don't you think that only by becoming the master of Dalu can you have whatever you want?"

"Who says so?"

Qin Jian shook his head: "Once you become the master of Dalu, the first thing is that you're busier than a dog, with all kinds of matters waiting for decisions. That life is truly unbearable; who would be happy with that?"

"Bibi Dong and I are both happy with it," Qian Renxue said.

Qin Jian held his forehead: "That is why people are different. I will never have the desire for power and control that you have."

"Then why do you still like me... us?" Qian Renxue stole a glance at him.

Qin Jian chuckled: "It's complementary. Since you happen to like it, then you can just go do it, and I'll be the hands-off manager."

"You'll be a hands-off manager?"

Qian Renxue almost couldn't help but slap him in the face: "So you found so many women just to help you handle things?"

Qin Jian continued, oblivious to the danger: "Of course. You can handle things during the day, and you can handle things at night. Is there anything better than this?"

"Bang!"

Qian Renxue stood up and performed a shoulder throw, slamming Qin Jian directly onto the bed.

"Gee-ya..."

The bed frame let out a painful groan.

"Big brother, big sister, please be careful when you toss about. My family's bed isn't very sturdy; it can't handle the physique of a Spirit Master."

Ling'er's voice came from outside the door.

Qin Jian, Qian Renxue: "..."

"However, if you can pay for my bed, then you can toss about as much as you want..."

Outside the door, the young man pulled away Ling'er, who was plastered to the door, with a wry smile: "Our family isn't poor anymore. When will you be able to change this little miser nature of yours?"

"You said it yourself that it's nature, so how could it be changed?"

The door was opened silently. The two turned their heads and saw Qin Jian leaning against the doorway with a slight smile.

"Ah, did Xiao Ling disturb the two of you?"

The young man apologized hurriedly: "Sorry, sorry. I will keep her in check. You two can continue."

These words... made even Qin Jian, whose skin was thicker than a city wall, feel a bit embarrassed.

"Ahem, do you have a kitchen here?" he asked with a dry cough.

"A kitchen?"

The young man wasn't paying attention, and Ling'er broke free from his hand and leaned in front of Qin Jian, looking up expectantly: "Does big brother want to eat dinner? Ling'er can prepare it for you. It's not expensive, one gold coin, honest and fair... ah..."

The young man quickly pulled her back, hid her behind him, and looked apologetic: "If you want to cook, the kitchen is over there, please feel free. Of course, you can also have dinner with us; it's no trouble to have two more people."

"How is it not trouble? I'll have to cook at least two more dishes..."

Ling'er poked her head out from behind him: "Only gold coins can make me cook more."

The young man's head grew three sizes. He quickly turned around and lowered his voice in Ling'er's ear: "I told you he might be the Chief Judge, and you're still asking for gold coins like this?"

Ling'er blinked her big eyes: "What does asking for gold coins have to do with his identity? Even if the Pope or the Empress wanted to eat, they would still have to give me gold coins."

The young man: "..."

"Does your family always have the younger sister do the cooking?" Qin Jian suddenly interjected.

The young man turned his head and scratched it in embarrassment: "I am obsessed with cultivation and haven't studied these things. What I make is too terrible, so later Xiao Ling took over the cooking."

"Mm-hmm, my cooking is very good, you know. Does big brother want to try it?" Ling'er leaned in again.

Qin Jian laughed and simply tossed out a gold coin.

Ling'er caught it in her palm very skillfully, her eyes squinting into slits with a smile: "Hee hee, gold coin received! You just wait to eat!"

"Hey, wait."

Qin Jian grabbed the energetic little girl and said: "Giving you the gold coin isn't for you to cook."

"Ah? Then what is it for?" Ling'er turned back, surprised.

Qin Jian pointed at Qian Renxue and said with a smile: "Teach her how to cook."

"W-what?"

Qian Renxue was incredulous: "Qin Jian, you want me to learn how to cook?"

Having been the Young Master for so many years, she had never cooked for herself!

Qin Jian pointed at Ling'er and said with a smile: "Isn't this experiencing the life of an ordinary girl? It's not just about shopping, making clothes, and buying jewelry; there's also this. Whether it's her working hard to earn money to support the family or cooking, it's all part of her life."

"I won't let you experience only the good things and ignore these hardships; I hope you can experience them all..."

He looked at Qian Renxue quite seriously and said: "This is a life you have never experienced before. Try it more often; perhaps you will discover that in this world, it is not only power that is worth pursuing—in fact, there are many beautiful things waiting for you to discover."

"Cooking counts as a beautiful thing?" Qian Renxue frowned.

Qin Jian turned his head and asked Ling'er: "Ling'er, is cooking a beautiful thing?"

"Cooking can earn gold coins, so of course it's beautiful!" Ling'er said without a second thought.

Qin Jian: "..."

(End of this chapter)