Chapter 221: You… you actually did this?

Qianshou Feijian sat at his desk, and the pen in his hand wrote the final character on the document.

Outside the window, the last afterglow of the setting sun gradually faded, and the lights of Konoha Village lit up one by one.

He put down the pen, rubbed the bridge of his eyebrows, and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall; it was already well past dinner time.

One hour twelve minutes.

—Exactly one hour twelve minutes late!

In the past, at this hour Lian Ye would start clearing the dishes on the table, but today he still hadn't come to deliver the meal.

This kid wouldn't have forgotten such an important matter, would he?

Qianshou Feijian had been handling documents all afternoon, and he was looking forward to a delicious dinner at dinnertime to ease the day's fatigue.

It could be said that he relied on this meal to keep his enthusiasm for work, yet the meal was still not delivered.

Feijian's brows twitched slightly, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his red eyes.

He stood up, walked to the window, and stared toward the Commercial Street.

Lian Ye usually came to the Hokage Office via this road to bring him his meal.

The street was bustling with people coming and going, but there was no familiar figure carrying a Food Box.

Qianshou Feijian stared for a long while, yet still did not see Lian Ye arrive.

Glug—

His stomach protested again, making him feel inexplicably restless.

These days, having eaten Lian Ye's cooking every day, missing a single meal felt extremely uncomfortable.

It hadn't felt like this before; his appetite had simply been tempered on the Battlefield.

Even when this kid was on the Battlefield, he would still fire up a stove to cook for him.

The longer it went on, the harder it was to go without a meal.

Moreover, Feijian had been dealing with his sister-in-law's marriage pressure at noon, so hardly any food on the table was eaten; it was all devoured by Lian Ye and Gangshou.

Now he was counting on dinner, but the kid still hadn't come, and he didn't know where he had gone.

He sat back down, his fingers lightly tapping the desk in a slow, restrained rhythm.

Why hasn't he arrived yet... why hasn't he arrived yet?

"Wait another ten minutes." He looked at the clock and muttered to himself, "If he still hasn't come, I'll go back and check."

The documents on the desk could be reviewed tomorrow, but working on an empty stomach was not his style.

Without a tasty meal, how could he possibly focus on work?

During his anxious wait, the ten minutes passed quickly, yet Lian Ye's figure still did not appear.

"Hmph, I want to see what this kid is actually up to." Qianshou Feijian took off his Hokage Hat and left the Hokage Office.

The kid actually forgot such an important matter; it was simply unforgivable!

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Qianshou Feijian Residence.

Lian Ye rushed into the house in a panic, casually placed the purchased sweets on the table, and then plunged straight into the kitchen.

It's over, it's over, it's already so late!

Having been a cook for so many years, this was his first time forgetting to cook.

He frantically rummaged for ingredients, the pots and pans clanged, only to be horrified to discover there were no ingredients at home.

These days he had been fighting abroad, so how could there be any ingredients at home?

This noon he cooked at Shuihu Ayi's house, then hung out with Yuanfei Rizhan and the others until now, leaving no time to buy ingredients.

"Just busy playing, forgot to prepare ingredients." Lian Ye murmured softly, beads of fine sweat forming on his forehead, "That old kid won't come to cause me trouble, will he?"

He glanced up at the time; it was more than two hours later than his usual delivery time.

Going out to buy ingredients at this hour was clearly unrealistic.

By the time the ingredients were bought, Qianshou Feijian would have already returned.

Wait, that's not right; he was probably already on his way back.

"It's too late, it's too late…" Lian Ye muttered to himself, his gaze scanning the pantry before finally landing on a bag of flour in the corner.

He could only boil a bowl of noodles for now as a makeshift solution.

He quickly set up the pot, added water, grabbed the flour, and frantically began kneading the dough.

"Damn it, hurry up!"

The dough was twisted and misshapen in his hands, bulging here one moment and collapsing there the next.

He cared nothing for appearance, only wanting to get the noodles into the pot quickly.

If he didn't hurry, the fire would scorch his eyebrows.

No one knew when Qianshou Feijian would return.

The flame licked the bottom of the pot, the water soon boiled, bubbling "glug glug", as if urging him to hurry.

Lian Ye immediately dropped the noodles into the pot, and while they cooked, he began rummaging through the kitchen cabinets for some side dishes.

After searching back and forth, he found nothing but a handful of wilted, limp greens; no decent ingredients at all.

Lian Ye, holding the greens, was completely disheveled in the wind.

But with time pressing, he had no other choice but to force himself to toss the greens into the pot.

Just make do for now; after all, that old kid isn't picky.

Finally, the noodles were done.

Lian Ye hurriedly scooped the noodles out, shoving them into a bowl, then covered them with the few wilted greens, trying to make the meal look less shabby.

He had just placed the noodles into the Food Box when he heard familiar footsteps at the door.

Lian Ye felt his heart go thump, and before he could recover, the tall figure of Qianshou Feijian was already at the kitchen doorway.

He just turned his head and saw Qianshou Feijian with a dark face leaning against the doorframe, a pair of red pupils staring at him.

"Uncle, why are you here? I was just about to bring you a meal," Lian Ye said, raising the Food Box a bit sheepishly.

"Two and a half hours," Qianshou Feijian's voice low: "You're two and a half hours later than usual."

He was nearly starving in the office, and when he got home he saw that this kid had only just finished making the meal.

"In the afternoon I went shopping with Tuan Cang and the others, and forgot about it," Lian Ye hurriedly explained.

Upon hearing this, Qianshou Feijian's tightly knit brows gradually relaxed.

After all, it was he himself who suggested Lian Ye go out more…

Since this kid forgot to cook because of that, let's forgive him.

Anyway, it's just a little over two hours without a meal.

And hasn't this kid already finished the meal now?

"Don't forget next time."

Qianshou Feijian didn't continue the topic, stepped forward and looked expectantly at the Food Box.

After waiting the whole afternoon, he could finally enjoy a delicacy.

I wonder what tasty dish this kid made today?

"Uncle, you're starving, aren't you?" Lian Ye, under Feijian's expectant gaze, slowly opened the Food Box.

When Qianshou Feijian's eyes fell on the bowl of thin‑broth noodles, his expression froze instantly, and a huge question mark appeared above his forehead.

He saw a few tangled noodles sinking to the bottom, with a few wilted greens floating alone on top.

Could this kid really have made such food?

After a moment, he slowly lifted his eyes to look at Lian Ye.

"You… just made this?"

This kid actually dared to pull a fast one on me; I won't let him off tonight!

He originally thought Lian Ye had just returned from the Battlefield and wouldn't be used for experiments in a short time.

Now it seems he must change his mind.

"Eating too much big fish and meat, you should occasionally have something light to change the palate."

"You agree, right, Uncle?"

At this moment Lian Ye hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation.

Qianshou Feijian, with a dark face, said nothing and silently lifted the noodles and left.

Not to mention, although the presentation was a bit off, the taste was quite good.

No wonder it's food made by this kid…

Lian Ye wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, still trembling.

"Finally got it past."

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ps: Did Card Writing today, only two chapters; probably because I haven't been hitting the continent these two days, eee…