Chapter 222: What Is This Old Kid Up To?

Qianshou Feijian quickly finished the noodles in the bowl.

His cooking skill is indeed good; even a bowl of noodles that looks plain can be made very tasty.

Without paying attention, a few bites were enough to finish it.

Holding the idea that only a full stomach gives the strength for experiments, I intend to have this kid make another portion.

Is this amount enough for anyone to eat?

I hadn't had a proper lunch already, and now I can't stay hungry; later I still need to conduct experiments.

Qianshou Feijian approached Lian Ye holding an empty bowl and said, "Kid, the noodles are too few, not enough to eat."

Having not eaten anything all afternoon, of course no one can be satisfied with a single bowl of noodles.

—at least two bowls.

"I'll make you another bowl," Lian Ye said, taking the empty bowl and heading to the kitchen.

He initially thought Feijian would be dissatisfied with his noodles, after all there were no ingredients at home and time was tight; today's dinner was indeed a bit perfunctory.

But to his surprise, he not only finished the noodles but also wanted another bowl.

This old kid isn't picky about food, indeed easy to keep fed.

All he needs each day is three meals prepared for him; everything else he doesn't have to worry about.

Lian Ye arrived at the kitchen and began kneading dough; this time he planned to make a two‑person portion.

He had barely eaten anything at the Barbecue Restaurant this afternoon, so now he decided to cook a bowl of noodles for himself.

In the end he placed two bowls of noodles on the dining table; Qianshou Feijian had already been seated, waiting.

"Uncle, here's your noodles," Lian Ye said, putting a bowl of noodles in front of him and then began eating by himself.

The flour was running low, resulting in few noodles being pulled out.

Lian Ye put most of the noodles into Feijian's bowl, leaving only a small bowl for himself.

First eat a bowl of noodles to fill the stomach; if still hungry later, he can have sweets.

Today he had bought three big bags full of sweets.

"Kid, does your household even lack flour?" Qianshou Feijian asked, frowning as he noticed the few stray noodles in Lian Ye's bowl.

When did their family become so miserable?

Even cooking a bowl of noodles now has to be split into a large and a small portion.

If I recall correctly, he is now not only the Village Hokage but also the head of the clan.

His wealth shouldn't make him unable to afford a meal.

And Lian Ye's earnings from missions over the years amount to at least ten million taels.

With such status, to fall to this level—who would believe it if told?

Qianshou Feijian felt a bit dazed, as if dreaming.

"We've been on the Battlefield all the time; where could fresh ingredients be at home?" Lian Ye slurped a mouthful of noodles, "The lunch dishes were already finished this noon."

He had planned to buy ingredients in the afternoon, but ended up forgetting while strolling with Ri Zhan and a few others.

At home, aside from seasonings, there was only a small bag of flour left to eat.

The remaining flour was enough for only two bowls of noodles…

That's why his bowl contained only about half a bowl of noodles; the other half was in the guy opposite's bowl.

"I'll go buy ingredients tomorrow morning and bring them back," Qianshou Feijian said softly.

Usually he's the one who buys ingredients; whatever he purchases, this kid does.

This time it truly was his oversight—

He was busy returning to the office to handle paperwork, forgetting to buy groceries, which caused the lack of ingredients at home.

"Slurp—"

Lian Ye sucked the last noodle into his stomach and then set down his chopsticks.

"Uncle, I'm finished."

Speaking, he lifted the bowl, preparing to go to the kitchen to wash dishes.

"Wait…"

At that moment, Qianshou Feijian called out to him.

In Lian Ye's puzzled gaze, Qianshou Feijian was seen pinching half of the noodles from his bowl and placing them into Lian Ye's bowl.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and his eyes flashed shock, astonishment, disbelief, and other complex emotions.

What is this old kid doing?!

Knowing he wasn't full, then sharing the noodles with himself?

Lian Ye stared at the extra half‑bowl of noodles in his bowl, standing there dumbfounded.

For a moment he was at a loss for what to do.

"I already ate a bowl earlier, and I can't finish this one, so I'll share some with you," Qianshou Feijian said calmly, as if it were a routine matter.

He watched Lian Ye remain motionless and couldn't help reminding, "Don't just stare, the noodles are getting soggy."

Hearing that, Lian Ye snapped out of his shock.

"Oh, got it."

He lowered his head, slurping the noodles, unwilling to look up at Feijian.

This old kid's behavior today is too abnormal.

An abnormal event must have a monster behind it!

Seeing Lian Ye's helpless stance, Qianshou Feijian's mouth twitched slightly, then he began to finish off the half‑bowl of noodles in the bowl.

Although not fully satisfied, a sixty‑percent fullness is enough.

……

After the meal, Lian Ye carries the bowl to the kitchen to wash it.

At this time, Qianshou Feijian leaves the residence and goes to Commercial Street to buy several bottles of milk.

This is a preparation that must be done before the experiment begins.

All that is needed is to mix in one drop of a special Monghan Drug, which will guarantee that the kid sleeps as soundly as a dead pig and will be unable to recall what happened the next day.

This must never be known to the kid!

Especially now that Lian Ye has grown up and is not as easy to fool as before, it must be ensured to be absolutely foolproof.

Qianshou Feijian adds three drops of Monghan Drug to the milk.

After all, it has been a long time since the last experiment; who knows how one drop of Monghan Drug would work?

To be safe, it is better to add a bit more.

……

Qianshou Feijian Residence.

"Uncle, what did you go to do?"

Lian Ye sees Qianshou Feijian returning with a bunch of bags and asks in confusion.

"I went to Commercial Street to buy tomorrow's ingredients," Qianshou Feijian says, "and I also bought two bottles of milk for you to drink before bed."

As he says so, he takes the two bottles of milk from the shopping bag and places them on the living‑room table.

Lian Ye nods, takes the shopping bag and puts the purchased ingredients into the kitchen.

That old kid finally bought ingredients for the house.

Otherwise they wouldn't even be able to afford noodles tomorrow morning.

When Lian Ye walks out of the kitchen, he sees a glass of milk on the table.

No need to think, it's obvious—

This is the bedtime milk that Qianshou Feijian poured for himself.

Drinking a glass of milk before bed has become an old family tradition.

Since Lian Ye was adopted, he has almost every night taken a glass of milk before sleep.

These past two years on the battlefield, he hasn't had a chance to drink milk, and he even finds himself a bit nostalgic.

Lian Ye does not hesitate and drinks the milk on the table in one gulp.

Hmm, still the familiar taste.

Having a glass of milk before bed—how pleasant that is!

…………

Late night, Lian Ye's room.

Qianshou Feijian looks at the unconscious Lian Ye, nods with satisfaction, "The drug effect is good."

Tonight we can finally study properly!

Since Lian Ye went to the Thunder Country Battlefield, the experimental data has not been updated at all.

Thinking that, he gently lifts the sleeping Lian Ye, and under the cover of night leaves the residence.

Qianshou Feijian, holding Lian Ye, swiftly leaps across the eaves of the clan lands, completely unaware that two hidden eyes are watching him.