Fighting this fight is more effective than Ye Ling's practice for a month.

There seems to be no win or lose, but Ye Ling knows that she cannot win.

"Thank you, Brother Ghost, for your advice." Ye Ling took his sword and bowed his hand.

"Xiao Yezi, you lost." Nangong Heng chuckled.

"Well, Brother Ghost needs my help if you have anything to do, just say it bluntly." Ye Ling nodded.

"There is one very important thing." Nangong Heng walked over, picked up the cloak that Ye Ling placed on the ground next to him, shook off the snow on it, and raised his hand to cover Ye Ling's body.

"As long as it doesn't go against morality, it's easy to say if I don't marry you." Ye Ling's lips curled slightly, half-joking.

Nangong Heng blinked: "Why didn't I expect that I could ask you to marry me?"

Ye Ling hehe: "Don't talk nonsense!"

"Well, Xiao Yezi, you promised me." Nangong Heng's eyes fluttered and his smile was deep, "What I need your help is to help me fight if anyone pursues you!"

Ye Ling held his forehead: "Brother Ghost, this is not funny."

"Who is joking with you?" Nangong Heng looked serious, "This matter is extremely important to me. I should have done it myself, but now I can't leave if I have something to do, so I ask you for help. You promised me and you can't go back on my word!"

Ye Ling said quietly: "Brother Ghost, you are so creative. OK, I will do what you say."

"When you see you next time, you will report to me and help me drive away all the stinky men, do you know?" Nangong Heng looked at Ye Ling seriously and said.

"Yes, I know." Ye Ling rolled her eyes to Nangong Heng. She knew that this guy could not have any serious things to need her help.

"Xiao Yezi, I'm leaving before dawn. Let's take a walk nearby!" Nangong Heng suggested enthusiastically.

"Nearby? Go for a walk at the mass grave? Brother Ghost, are you serious?" Ye Ling looked around. The wind was strong and the snow was strong and the wind was gusts.

"Actually, the mass grave is quite fun. If you are afraid, I will lend you my hand." Nangong Heng smiled. If Xiao Yezi was scared and crawled into his arms for protection... he was so smart!

Ye Ling was speechless, tied the cloak strap, turned around and left: "Go to hell! I'm not interested."

Nangong Heng chased Ye Ling and returned to the Chongming City Lord's Mansion. He first went to the city lord's mansion's kitchen.

Finally, Nangong Heng carried a bag of noodles, a basket of meat and vegetables, followed Ye Ling back to the main yard, and asked Ye Ling what he wanted to do.

"Since you can't sleep, then make tomorrow's breakfast." Ye Ling said.

Mo Zhu was not asleep. He heard that there was another movement in the direction of the kitchen. He wanted to go out and take a look, but when he walked to the door, he went back.

Nangong Heng sat on a low stool and helped Ye Ling burn the fire.

"Brother Ghost, help me knead the noodles."

After Ye Ling finished speaking, Nangong Heng immediately got up, rolled up his sleeves, washed his hands, looked at Ye Ling's demonstration, and said confidently: "Simple, I can do this!"

Nangong Heng began to compete with a large piece of dough. He was very strong. After kneading for a while, Ye Ling said it was OK and asked him to chop the meat again.

Nangong Heng held a kitchen knife in each hand, looked focused, and took two knifes to split the chopping board into three half...

"Xiao Yezi, this chopping board is too unsolid and it's nothing to do with my business." Nangong Heng raised the kitchen knife with an innocent look on his face.

Fortunately, the split cutting board was not small in the middle and could still be used. Nangong Heng controlled his strength and listened to Ye Ling's, and chopped the meat into fine meat filling.

"Okay." Ye Ling snatched the knife, "You go and burn the fire." Then chop it into meat paste.

The fire reflected Nangong Heng's face. He looked at Ye Ling's busy figure intently, hoping that time would pass a little slower, and a little slower...

The first meat pie was out of the pot. Nangong Heng reached out to grab it, but Ye Ling knocked it with a rolling pin and refused to eat it.

But when Ye Ling turned around, Nangong Heng quickly tore half of the piece and took a bite. It was so hot that it smelled so delicious.

Ye Ling made all the prepared ingredients into meat pies. Nangong Heng asked her: "Xiao Yezi, can you eat so much breakfast?"

"Four people." Ye Ling said.

"Where are four people?" Nangong Heng was puzzled.

"I, Mo Zhu, Uncle Ya, Qixing." Ye Ling replied.

"What? Can that little brat Qixing eat the breakfast you made by yourself?" Nangong Heng felt so sad. What life is he living? He really wants to pull Qixing over and beat him to death!

Ye Ling ignored Nangong Heng, and the last meat pie was out of the pot and left it to dry. She wiped her hands and looked outside. It was almost dawn.

Ye Ling found a basket filled with vegetables, washed and dried it, and put the prepared meat patties in one piece.

Nangong Heng blinked: "Xiao Yezi, what are you doing?"

"Guess." Ye Ling said calmly.

Nangong Heng came over and his eyes were filled with joy: "This is the dry food you specially prepared for me, right?"

"No." Ye Ling shook her head.

"It's my dry food!" Nangong Heng raised his lips, "Little Yezi, you are so nice!"

Seeing that Ye Ling had four meat pies left and didn't put them in, Nangong Heng started it himself and put them into the basket, saying, "That bamboo maid, let her make it by herself! Uncle Mute is old and cannot digest too much meat! Qixing never likes to eat meat! Okay, leave a cake for Xiaoyezi. This cake is the chopped meat I kneaded and cooked. You must taste Xiaoyezi well!"

Ye Ling holds his forehead, and it’s okay to talk about the strange logic of foodies…

"Don't you go to see your subordinates?" Ye Ling asked Nangong Heng.

"What are you doing when you see him? He lives better than me. I'm afraid I can't help but want to beat him!" Nangong Heng shook his head.

"Okay, it's time for you to leave." Ye Ling said.

It's dawn. As the commander of Nan Chu, the war has just ended. Ye Ling will be very busy during the next period and has no time to accompany Nangong Heng. He should know this himself.

"Xiao Yezi, I hope you are happy every day in the new year." I miss me every day.

"Thank you, Brother Gui, for coming to see me. I hope you will be at your best and be safe and happy." Ye Ling bowed.

The two of them politely sent New Year's greetings.

Nangong Heng carried a basket of meat pies and said with a straight look: "Xiao Yezi, don't forget what you promised to do for me."

Ye Ling nodded: "I won't forget."

"I have another question." Nangong Heng looked at Ye Ling with a bright look, "What am I yours?"

Looking at Nangong Heng's handsome and uninformed face, hearing this inexplicable and familiar question, Ye Ling thought of a classic advertising slogan from his previous life in his mind, and blurted out: "You are my Youlemei."

Nangong Heng was stunned, looking confused: "Good...happy...beautiful? What is this?"

Ye Ling coughed lightly to hide her embarrassment. It was a hell, she said something messy!

"Xiao Yezi, what did you just say?" Nangong Heng asked very seriously.

Ye Ling looked serious: "Next time I meet, I will invite Brother Gui to have milk tea."

"Okay, I'm looking forward to it." Ye Ling took the initiative to make an agreement for the next time, and drink Xiangxiang's milk tea, and Nangong Heng became happy again.

The wind and snow had not stopped. Nangong Heng took the love food provided by Ye Ling and left Chongming City. He realized that he asked Ye Ling the question, but Ye Ling did not explain in the end.

"Are you my beauty?" Nangong Heng said to himself, "It's weird, what does this sentence mean..."

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Chapter completed!