Chapter 1751: Protecting His Life

He glanced dubiously at Ye Zhangqing; this kid, since he knew about the Immortal Realm and understood its danger, just gave up outright.

Could it be that he's self‑destructive? He resents the Guo Family, so he's unwilling to risk entering this Immortal Realm for the Guo Family?

The old man had seen people like this before; after all, some folks are just like that— to inflict eight hundred on the enemy, he'd damn well sacrifice a thousand of his own.

He felt as if he'd vented a grudge, but in reality it was utterly useless.

Just like this matter, for the Guo Family it's merely a loss of some resources; moreover, more than just you, a person from the Xia Jie, have entered the Immortal Realm.

But looking at himself, what he stands to lose is his life.

Perhaps he'd think, look, even if I die I'd bring the Guo Family no benefit at all, yet they still want to use me—how ridiculous.

But in fact the Guo Family couldn't care less about any of that.

Gazing at Ye Zhangqing before him, the old man's brows furrowed slightly; when they first met and talked, his impression of him had been decent.

His talent was passable, his personality otherwise fine—just never expected the outcome to turn out like this.

Suddenly he felt he'd misjudged the person—could his old eyes be failing?

Having lived so many years, the old man considered his eye for people still decent—after all, he'd seen many, observed many.

But how could he have misjudged this kid to such an absurd degree?

Just as the old man was lost in thought, Ye Zhangqing proactively spoke up.

"Senior, are you here for a meal again? Today I happen to have cooked some dishes; senior, please have a taste."

Ye Zhangqing didn't mind, nor did he care what the old man was thinking; hearing this, the old man silently nodded, then quietly walked to the stove, scooped a bowl of food, and found a spot to eat by himself.

His mind was a tumult of thoughts, but as soon as a mouthful of food went down, the old man's eyes lit up instantly.

All those myriad worries in his heart were instantly cast to the clouds beyond.

The flavor of this dish was completely different from yesterday's grilled meat, yet just as delicious; moreover, the old man realized he seemed to like this dish's taste even more.

For a moment he didn't bother thinking further, lowered his head, and began eating heartily.

Meanwhile, at the courtyard gate, the two servants who hadn't left watched the old man squatting there like an old farmer, utterly unconcerned about his appearance.

Although the Third Ancestor was naturally like that—carefree and unrestrained—the two servants still stared wide‑eyed, faces full of shock.

But after the shock, seeing how deliciously the Third Ancestor was eating, they unconsciously began to gulp saliva.

Their stomachs looked hungry—could it really be that tasty? Look how fragrant the Third Ancestor's eating is.

This Yuàn zhōng's old man is actually the Guo Family's Old Ancestor.

Ye Zhangqing naturally didn't know the old man's identity; as the Guo Family's Old Ancestor, he naturally existed in a transcendent position within the Guo Family.

Even if the family head saw him, he'd have to perform a deep junior's salute with utmost respect.

A big bowl of food, the old man finished it in no time, but compelled by craving he added another bowl.

After eating three big bowls in a row, the old man finally set down his chopsticks, feeling satisfied.

But at this moment Ye Zhangqing's voice gradually came through.

"Senior, I have a rule here: you wash your own dishes."

Huh???

The voice wasn't small; the two servants at the courtyard gate heard it, and for a moment their faces showed utter disbelief.

What is this kid saying? Dare to lay down rules for the Third Ancestor? He's practically begging for death.

What's more, the two never expected that upon hearing this, the Third Ancestor didn't flare up at all—instead he waddled over to wash the dishes.

The two were left gaping; although the Third Ancestor was usually easy‑going, he wasn't normally this agreeable.

In the Immortal Realm he too has great renown; although the two haven't really interacted with him, rumors certainly abound.

But in front of Ye Zhangqing, the Third Ancestor seems like a completely different person.

The old man naturally doesn't care about those things; at this moment, while washing dishes, he secretly pondered whether to protect this kid's life.

Although he may have misjudged a bit, facing Ye Zhangqing's self‑destructive attitude, the old man inwardly finds it hard to approve.

After all, with such a disposition, even if his talent were high, what great achievements could he possibly attain later?

But setting that aside, this kid's cooking is truly excellent; letting him die in the Immortal Realm would indeed be a shame.

It would be better to keep him around—at least he could let the Guo Family, high and low, enjoy a good meal and improve their lives.

Moreover, for the old man this isn't difficult at all—just a matter of a single sentence.

Anyway, just not let Ye Zhangqing enter the Mi Jing—let him stay peacefully in the Guo Family; there's hardly any danger.

While thinking, the old man finished washing the bowls and chopsticks; as he left, he gave Ye Zhangqing a deep look and couldn't help but add a word of advice.

"Young Ye, the cultivation resources the Guo Family provides you are still quite good; don't waste them—you still need to set aside time for cultivation, and even if it's not for the Immortal Realm, it's beneficial to you."

"Junior understands."

Hearing this, Ye Zhangqing replied, but seeing his reaction, the old man instantly saw that the kid hadn't taken a word in.

Helplessly shaking his head, "rotten wood cannot be carved," he suddenly had the same thought as Guo Yong.

Immediately, the old man said no more—after all, just preserving this kid's life is enough; whether he wants to cultivate or not is his own business.

Since this muddy mess can't be helped up the wall, there's no need to insist on plastering it onto the wall.

Immediately the old man bade farewell and left; after the old man departed, the two servants at the courtyard gate cautiously entered the Yuàn zhōng.

Having just seen how fragrantly the Third Ancestor was eating, they'd long been unable to resist, but because of the Third Ancestor they felt quite nervous.

Facing Ye Zhangqing, they acted respectfully and cautiously, asking:

"May I ask, sir, may we eat this meal?"

They were truly hungry, but didn't dare just eat, so they first asked Ye Zhangqing.

Hearing this, Ye Zhangqing naturally nodded without hesitation.

What's the point of running this kitchen? Isn't it just for Good Review Points? The more people eat, the more Good Review Points naturally accrue, so there's naturally no reason to refuse.

Moreover, although the old man alone had just eaten three big bowls, Ye Zhangqing in fact received only a single Good Review Point.

After all, Good Review Points are calculated per person.

No matter how much the same person eats, within the stipulated time limit, Ye Zhangqing can only receive one Good Review Point.

Seeing Ye Zhangqing nod, the two Guo family servants were instantly delighted; first they bowed and thanked, then they eagerly rushed to the stove.

Looking at the simple two dishes and one soup in the big vat, yet it was complete in color, aroma, and flavor; that fragrance became ever richer.

The two also couldn't hold back; imitating the three ancestors just now, they picked up their bowls and each served themselves a big bowl full of food, the food piled high, and both still felt somewhat unwilling.