Ye Yiqing was a little curious, but she didn't ask. After all, it was a bit shameful to ask.

Because the restaurant was not well managed, she quit her former friend and chef.

So, she is both the boss lady, the chef and the guy.

Proficiently clean ginger pieces and make a fire.

There was a fire in Ye Yiqing's eyes, and Zhou Fan's "Madam" sounded in her heart, and her thoughts gradually flew away.

It was not until a "gurgling" sound that she woke up from her reverie.

After using a porcelain bowl to serve ginger soup, Ye Yiqing put it on the table, Zhou Fan directly reached out to pick up the porcelain bowl.

Ye Yiqing stopped him and said, "Master Zhou, this ginger soup is waiting for a while, it's too hot!"

Zhou Fan said, "It's not hot anymore!"

Ye Yiqing was slightly surprised. Before she could think clearly, Zhou Fan had already held the porcelain bowl and raised his head to finish drinking.

"Is it enough? I'll serve you a bowl again!"

Ye Yiqing asked blankly, but forgot to ask Zhou Fan why the hot ginger soup that had just been cooked was no longer hot, but he just went to the kitchen to serve a bowl.

Put it on the table, this time, she touched the porcelain bowl without waiting for Zhou Fan to speak without any insulation measures.

"Hiss~~~"

The pain came so suddenly that it caught Ye Yiqing off guard.

With a slight frowning, a particularly conspicuous red bubble had appeared on Ye Yiqing's jade fingers.

At this time, a finger pointed at the red bubble.

Unexpectedly, there was no pain at all, but a cool breath penetrated into my hands, which made me feel much better and not uncomfortable.

Zhou Fan, who had drunk two bowls of ginger soup, thought about the matter, but he still couldn't remember where he got it and how did he get here?

There was a gust of fragrant wind behind him, and he woke up from his meditation. Ye Yiqing brought a pot of wine and placed it on a small stove.

This time, Ye Yiqing's beautiful eyes kept staring at the wine pot and Zhou Fan.

Sure enough, as soon as she put a pot of wine on a small stove, she heard the boiling sound in the pot and then smelled the fragrance of the wine.

But she had just put the wine pot on the small stove, so why did it get hot all of a sudden?

In the end, she didn't find anything.

The two sat opposite each other, under the fire, Ye Yiqing was charming and charming. I wonder if it was too hot, but Ye Yiqing's cheeks were filled with charming flushing.

Finally, she couldn't help but say, "Don't always look at me, I'm not yours...madam!"

If others see her like this, she will definitely be cold and not give her a good look.

But for some reason, Zhou Fan looked at her like this, but she was not angry at all.

Perhaps it was because Zhou Fan's eyes were the purest she had ever seen, clearer than the clear spring on the mountain, and there was no impurity to see; perhaps it was because of the inexplicable emotions in his heart, Ye Yiqing said softly:

"Madam...you can't call me that in the future, it will not benefit you and me!"

She said this not only because of her experience of defeating the five husbands in a row, but also because she did not want Zhou Fan to be seen by the people in the town.

"Then what should I call you?" Zhou Fan asked.

"Just... call me... senior sister!"

Ye Yiqing raised her wine glass, and these two naturally appeared in her heart, and she let out.

After saying that, a hint of canary roar rose in her heart.

It seems that a long-cherished wish has been fulfilled for many years.

"Teacher...sister?"

Zhou Fan and Ye Yiqing clinked a cup and muttered these two words. He always felt like he was taken advantage of, but he didn't know where he came from.

"Well, since you called me Senior Sister, then you can live here in the future!"

Ye Yiqing didn't know why, but she actually did this, leaving a stranger with unknown origin.

In order to divert the strangeness in her heart, she asked, "Why did the ginger soup suddenly stop burning just now? Also, why did this wine get hot so quickly?"

Zhou Fan said: "I don't think it's hot, and then it won't be hot, the same goes for the latter!"

Ye Yiqing immediately widened her eyes, a little skeptical, but thinking about the scene she had just seen and the Taoist robe that Zhou Fan wore, he said, "Are you an immortal master?"

Zhou Fan asked, "What kind of immortal master?"

Seeing that Zhou Fan's sincere eyes were not like a false test, Ye Yiqing told Zhou Fan what she knew: "It is the kind of power that can activate the world and the universe in every move, calling the wind and rain, and waving in her hand, a thunder of heaven descended to kill demons and eliminate evil..."

What Ye Yiqing didn't tell Zhou Fan was that she heard all of these from a storyteller.

After hearing this, Zhou Fan seemed to remember something and said, "I can do all you say, but I can't afford to be the word "Immortal". I think the immortal master must be a very powerful cultivator!"

Ye Yiqing said: "Monk? Then what do you do? Isn't it just a hot bar?"

Zhou Fan seemed a little dissatisfied, and felt that he was being despised and said, "I can do it when you say the immortal master knows it!"

Seeing that he looked like a child who was dissatisfied, Ye Yiqing felt funny and said, "It's autumn now, and everything is gone."

She pointed to the withered flower pole next to the counter of the restaurant and said, "Can you make it bloom at this moment?"

Zhou Fan smiled softly and said, "What's the difficulty?"

After saying that, he looked at the withered yellow flower pole and said, "You should bloom!"

Then, in Ye Yiqing's wide eyes, a bright blooming flower reflected, with a refreshing fragrance. For a moment, Ye Yiqing felt like she was in early spring.

"This is too simple to show my true level!"

Ye Yiqing's expression immediately made Zhou Fan's mood very satisfied. He inserted his waist and pointed at the bright flowers. His eyes were full of "disdain", and he felt a strange sense of spirit.

"Okay, if you can turn my restaurant into a golden house, I will admit that you are better than the Immortal Master!"

Ye Yiqing looked at Zhou Fan's arrogant look and felt very funny. She straightened her face and pointed it around very seriously, and said.

Zhou Fan waved his sleeves and said, "Simple, I'm sure."

He still shouted to Xuwudi, "You will soon become a golden house!"

This time, no change occurred, and the restaurant was still the same restaurant.

But Zhou Fan said, "Senior Sister, look, this place has become a golden house!"

Ye Yiqing held back her smile. No matter how she saw that the restaurant was still the same, she couldn't bear to refute, and nodded and said, "Well, it's really a golden house."

When Zhou Fan heard this, he immediately looked excited, and laughed: "Now, do you believe I am more powerful than that so-called immortal master, right?"

Ye Yiqing looked at Zhou Fan without looking like she was joking. With her experience of listening to storytellers for more than ten years, she immediately imagined many tragic stories and added them to Zhou Fan.

Maybe he was from a Taoist temple on a mountain, and there was a wife who was very loving to them. Until something happened later, he became what he is now.

Men who are hurt by love are always easy to attract women's attention. Ye Yiqing's eyes at Zhou Fan are getting softer now, just like looking at a sad person with a problem with his brain.

She said, "Okay, you can stay here in the future. If you have a bite of food, you will have a bite of it."

I don’t know if Zhou Fan listened to her words, but he was already lying on the table and fell asleep.

"We are all poor people!"
Chapter completed!