Chapter 44: All Means Exhausted

After practicing for a while and taking a nap for an hour, Qian Youcai finally delivered the ingredients Ye Changqing needed.

Ever since Hong Zun spoke up last time, this outer sect deacon, Qian Youcai, had completely become Ye Changqing's subordinate. Whatever he needed, Ye Changqing didn't need to do it himself; as long as he said a word, Qian Youcai would take the initiative to deliver it to his door.

And regarding this, Qian Youcai didn't have any dissatisfaction; his thoughts were the same as other disciples—Ye Changqing only needed to be responsible for cooking, and there was no need to worry about other things.

"Sorry for the trouble, Deacon Qian."

Brewing a pot of tea, Ye Changqing smiled as he looked at the high-quality red-striped pig trotters delivered by Qian Youcai.

"Why are you being polite with me? By the way, is there a new dish tonight?"

"Hmm, stewing some pig trotters."

"I'll come help."

Hearing that there was a new dish to eat tonight, Qian Youcai's eyes lit up. It would have been one thing if he hadn't eaten it, but after tasting Ye Changqing's craftsmanship at noon, Qian Youcai couldn't forget it.

An outer sect deacon rushing to help—Ye Changqing was also helpless and could only let Qian Youcai chop some firewood.

After washing the pig trotters clean, Ye Changqing began to prepare them.

Because braised pig trotters needed to be stewed until they were flavorful, it took a long time, so Ye Changqing started getting busy early.

First, he blanched the pig trotters, skimmed off the impurities and blood foam after boiling, and then fished them out. Then he poured oil into the pot, added rock sugar, and stir-fried over low heat.

Afterwards, he added various spices, then added an appropriate amount of water, brought it to a boil over high heat, and then turned to low heat to stew.

Following Ye Changqing's operation, a fragrance gradually permeated the entire courtyard, and Qian Youcai beside him was drooling.

"So fragrant."

The fragrance constantly stimulated Qian Youcai's nerves, making him incredibly tormented.

"Changqing brat, that..."

"Not yet, wait a moment."

This guy wanted to steal a bite, but was directly refused by Ye Changqing. Regarding this, although Qian Youcai was helpless, there was no other way.

He could only stare fixedly at the large pot that was constantly emitting fragrance, as if he were looking at some rare treasure.

In the courtyard, Ye Changqing lay lazily on a bamboo chair, while Qian Youcai kept guarding the side of the pot, unwilling to leave even a step.

The afternoon passed quickly, and unknowingly, it was approaching mealtime. ===== CHAPTER 45 =====