Chapter 492: Why Is Your Face All Red?

Qianshou Feijian Residence.

Lian Ye led Uchiha Jing back home and found the study door tightly shut; he did not disturb Qianshou Feijian's research.

Instead, he called Uchiha Jing to bring the ingredients into the kitchen.

"Lian Ye, do you need me to help as an assistant?"

"Sure, go help wash the vegetables clean."

Lian Ye would certainly not pass up a free helper; why wouldn't he be happy when someone offers to help?

The two began bustling in the kitchen, one washing the vegetables, the other chopping them.

Soon the ingredients were all prepared.

Lian Ye started heating the wok to stir‑fry, and there was no more business concerning Uchiha Jing.

Qianshou Feijian, who was researching a plan in the study, smelled the wafting aromas from the kitchen and subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

This kid is thoughtful; he's making dishes that he likes to eat.

He hadn't had gourmet food for a long time, so the scent now distracted him from continuing his research.

Although solving Lian Ye's eye problem is important, first they must wait for him to finish the delicacy!

Only after eating full will he have the strength to research.

Qianshou Feijian set down his notebook, pushed open the study door, and stepped out.

At this moment, quite a few people had gathered in the courtyard.

Everyone didn't need Lian Ye to finish and then call them personally; they had long been eager and were already waiting in the courtyard.

"Feijian, I heard you have a way to deal with Madara Uchiha?"

Hashirama, seeing Feijian emerge from the study, immediately approached enthusiastically.

Qianshou Feijian: "……"

Brother, where did you get this information? How come you yourself didn't know about it?

"No, brother," Qianshou Feijian said irritably.

If he truly had a plan to counter Madara Uchiha, he wouldn't be staying in the study pondering how to upgrade Lian Ye's eyes.

He had already sent people to strike Madara's old lair.

However, solving Lian Ye's eye issue is indeed one method to deal with Madara.

Only the current success rate remains uncertain.

Without absolute confidence, he doesn't want to give the crowd hope.

Hashirama, hearing that, said with some disappointment, "No way?"

He had originally thought that if Feijian truly thought of a way to handle Madara, he would plead with Feijian to spare Madara's life.

He didn't want to see his close friend killed like that by his younger brother…

If Madara didn't die, the two could retire in the village they had built themselves.

But now Feijian has no way to deal with Madara.

The matter thus becomes even more troublesome.

If they can't stop Madara from executing the "Moon's Eye" plan, everyone in the Ninja World will fall into false Genjutsu.

Hashirama certainly doesn't want to see such a scene.

"Brother, don't lose heart; we will always think of a solution."

Qianshou Feijian, seeing his brother's dejected look, softly comforted.

Even though Madara Uchiha possesses the Rinnegan, they still have hope of victory.

There's no need to be so negative.

"Then if you think of a way and defeat Madara, can you spare his life?"

Hashirama lifted his head and asked with an expectant expression.

Madara is his best friend; he doesn't want to watch his friend die right before his eyes.

Qianshou Feijian: "……"

What kind of mind‑bending concoction has the inherently evil Madara Uchiha given brother?

Only at this point does he think of sparing Madara a life.

A extremist like Madara Uchiha, who seeks to destroy the Ninja World, should be killed without mercy!

As for sparing his life, don't even think about it!

Qianshou Feijian hasn't hated Madara Uchiha for just a day or two.

Before, out of respect for his brother, the two merely found each other unpleasant.

Now Madara's extreme actions have sparked a strong killing intent in him.

As soon as he gets the chance, he will mercilessly slay him!

"Feijian, is that possible?"

Seeing his brother's expectant look, Qianshou Feijian darkened his face and remained silent.

Finally he turned his face away, no longer paying attention to him.

Hashirama, seeing this, sighed helplessly; Feijian wouldn't listen, so it seems they can only rely on Lian Ye.

He believes that as long as they persuade Lian Ye, Feijian, out of respect for Lian Ye, will certainly agree to spare Madara.

"Lian Ye, is my Lion's Head ready?"

Zhi Cun Tuan Zang, taking advantage of everyone's attention on Teacher Feijian, slipped silently into the kitchen.

"Just finished; want to have a taste?"

Better to be timely than early; he had just finished the Red-braised Lion's Head.

Zhi Cun Tuan Zang looked at the alluringly colored Lion's Head on the plate and, reluctantly, swallowed some saliva.

It still tasted like childhood.

The freshly boiled Red-braised Lion's Head steamed, and he looked around but found no chopsticks.

After hesitating for a moment and about to grab it with his hand, he was stopped by Lian Ye.

"The chopsticks are next door; I'll pick one for you."

Lian Ye held a pair of cooking chopsticks; his right hand wielded a wok spatula while his left deftly pinched a Lion's Head and handed it to Tuan Cang.

"Be careful, it's hot."

Zhi Cun Tuan Zang stared at the Lion's Head placed before him and Lian Ye's soft warning, and froze on the spot.

He glanced at the Lion's Head, then at Lian Ye's focused profile while stir‑frying, and his face flushed instantly.

"Is this guy feeding me?!"

Lian Ye held his left hand up for a while, noticed Tuan Cang still unmoving, and asked puzzledly.

"Eat it, what are you doing?"

Tuan Cang was so clueless; didn't he see that he was busy stir‑frying?

Please, don't waste time, okay!

Do you expect him to feed it to his mouth with chopsticks himself?

"This... this... how am I supposed to eat this..."

Zhi Cun Tuan Zang, hearing Lian Ye's impatient urging, was completely bewildered.

He stood stunned for a moment, not knowing what to do.

He's grown up and never been fed by anyone before!

"You definitely eat it with your mouth, otherwise where would you eat it?"

Lian Ye was busy talking to Tuan Cang, neglected the heat control, and a splatter of hot oil landed on the back of his hand.

He instantly felt irritated.

"Dude, you can't even eat something?!"

He tossed the wok spatula aside, turned around, and glared at the nervous Tuan Cang.

"Come on, open your mouth!"

Zhi Cun Tuan Zang: "???"

Before he could react, Lian Ye forced his mouth open.

He shoved the whole Lion's Head straight into his mouth.

Tuan Cang, bewildered by Lian Ye's savage act, was at a loss and even forgot to chew.

"Why is your face all red?"

Lian Ye noticed Tuan Cang's flushed complexion and asked oddly.

On this scorching day, you can't be having a fever, right?

Instinctively, he placed the back of his hand on Tuan Cang's forehead and found the temperature hadn't changed much.

No, buddy.

Since there's no fever, your face is like a bubbling teapot!

"Tuan Cang, did you sneak in to..."

Xiaochun Zhuanqin and the others walked in and were instantly stunned by the scene.

"What are you doing?!"

"We didn't see anything, we saw nothing!"

Xiaochun Zhuanqin hurriedly covered his eyes with both hands, yet peered through the gaps to watch secretly.

Yuanfei Rizhan and Uchiha Jing felt their worldview shaken.

They finally understood why the two claimed they had no interest in women.

"Sorry for the intrusion."

The group quickly turned and left, pretending they hadn't seen anything.

"What are they up to?"

Lian Ye looked puzzled at the people who had burst in and then left, not understanding what had happened.

Then his gaze fell on Tuan Cang.

"Have you finished eating? If so, leave; don't delay my work."

Zhi Cun Tuan Zang: "..."