Chapter 1632 Qianlong's Poem (Fifth Update)

Although the dark waves in Ancheng's underground world have a lot to do with Ye Tianlong, he seems not to feel the danger at all.

He didn't even take it to heart.

The first thing I do when I get up in the morning is not to read my emails, but to wash up and go to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Eggs, ham, tomatoes, noodles, these raw materials quickly turned into a pot of delicious breakfast in Ye Tianlong's hands.

"Yeah, can you still make breakfast?"

When the aroma of noodles filled the open kitchen, a sweet and intoxicating voice came from behind Ye Tianlong: "It's quite versatile."

Ye Tianlong looked up and saw Lei Shijing in a skirt walking over with a book, leaning against the bar and looking at him with surprised eyes.

The girl with a pair of bare legs has her long hair tied up casually, like hibiscus emerging from clear water, full of youthful, lively and lovely softness.

The book in her hand is a simplified version of "Sikuquanshu"

"I'm not bragging, there's nothing I can't do except give birth."

Looking at that pretty face that could be broken by a blow, Ye Tianlong smiled warmly and naturally said:

"I used to sell fast food in the Middle East. No matter how fierce the fight between the two sides was, I would beat the gongs and drums and shout that dinner was ready, and they would all cease fire."

He clicked his tongue: "That scene was so spectacular. The money I earn for food in a year is almost as much as the money they spend digging for oil in a year."

"Those Middle East experts were all furious. They published articles one after another criticizing the deterioration of the world, saying that they are not as good at selling oil as I am at selling lunch boxes."

Ye Tianlong said seriously: "They even united to ask me to get out of the Middle East."

Lei Shijing chuckled: "Blow it, just blow it. Only a devil will believe what you say, but it sounds pretty good when you blow it."

Ye Tianlong looked helpless: "Really, a Middle Eastern guy sells a barrel of crude oil for only 22 US dollars, but I sell a lunch box for 33 US dollars."

"While they scolded me that the lunch box was too expensive, they had to keep paying because it was so delicious."

He described to Lei Shijing: "Some people have no money to eat, so they trade petroleum and submachine guns with me. I want those things because I am crazy."

"Oh, I can't do it anymore. Stop talking. If you say it again, I will die laughing.

Lei Shijing was lying on the bar with a full smile, her body was shaking uncontrollably, and the white tenderness on her chest was shaking, making Ye Tianlong's eyes freeze.

"Hey, what are you looking at?"

Seeing that Ye Tianlong was silent, Lei Shijing raised her head and smiled. Then she noticed that Ye Tianlong's eyes were twitching, so she hurriedly covered her chest.

Ye Tianlong pretended to be deaf and dumb: "What didn't you see? What can I see?"

Lei Shijing glared at Ye Tianlong: "Cook your breakfast quickly, the noodles are almost rotten, and you are the God of Cooking from the Middle East. I think you are a Middle Eastern pervert."

"Miss Lei is really smart as ice and snow, and you almost guessed her other nickname."

Ye Tianlong quickly turned off the fire and took two porcelain bowls to serve the noodles: "It's just that they don't call me a pervert from the Middle East, they call me a long river in the desert."

Lei Shijing was startled: "What the hell did the desert river come from?"

Ye Tianlong smiled: "What is the concept of a long river in the desert? That is an oasis, that is vitality, which means I am the vitality of a woman."

"The beauty that was originally dry and barren became full of life after meeting me."

"Of course, Changhe has a deeper meaning. It means that I am powerful in combat and can fight from morning to sunset."

Ye Tianlong said with emotion: "An ancient poem says: The sun sets over the long river..."

Lei Shijing picked up the book and beat it: "What a mess, that's the setting sun in the long river. It's really uneducated, and it's blown like this."

"Why are you so thick-skinned? Not only do you know how to brag, you can't even read poetry well."

Lei Shijing looked at Ye Tianlong with hatred, "You haven't graduated from elementary school yet."

Ye Tianlong smiled and said: "Of course I have read the poem. Listen to me, the country is general, the well is black, the yellow dog is white, and the white dog is swollen."

Lei Shijing raised her eyebrows and said, "Do you call this poetry? It's just what the ancients said."

Ye Tianlong shrugged his shoulders: "Lergerine is also poetry. You are awesome. Can you read a few sentences to listen?"

Lei Shijing hummed softly: "Okay, I will read a poem to you, so that you can see what poetry is and what poetry and painting are."

"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces, nine pieces, ten pieces, eleven pieces, all fell into the flowers and disappeared."

She sighed quietly: "This was written by Qianlong when he was admiring flowers. The artistic conception and words are beautiful, right?"

Ye Tianlong shook his head gently: "This poem is indeed good, and it was also written by Qianlong, but the original text is not like this, it changed one word."

Lei Shijing was stunned: "Changed one word?"

Ye Tianlong coughed: "At the beginning, after Qianlong came to see Xia Yuhe, he praised himself with satisfaction."

"One time, two times, three times, four times, five times, six times, seven or eight times, nine times, ten times, eleven times..."

"Seeing that he felt so good, Xia Yuhe added: If he falls into the flowers, he will disappear."

Ye Tianlong narrated eloquently: "The historian felt embarrassed, so he changed one word and changed it into a piece. In fact, I think the original poem is more vivid..."

"Ye Tianlong——"

Before Ye Tianlong could finish his words, Lei Shijing threw the book directly at Ye Tianlong and chased him from the other side. Her face was as red as an apple:

"You have defiled my poetry—"

Ye Tianlong fled wildly.

Ten minutes later, after Ye Tianlong promised to change his ways, Lei Shijing angrily let Ye Tianlong go.

But when eating noodles, she still kept her distance from Ye Tianlong. There was a long and narrow table, one person at each end, and her eyes would glare from time to time.

Such a good poem was ruined by Ye Tianlong. Lei Shijing felt that she would never be able to face this poem again.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I apologize to you, I'm sorry."

Ye Tianlong smiled and admitted his mistake, then tapped the porcelain bowl with chopsticks: "Eat noodles, eat noodles."

Lei Shijing lowered her head and took a mouthful of noodles. She was stunned when she bit into it. She thought it would taste terrible, but she didn't expect it to be delicious.

She was a little surprised and pleasantly surprised. She didn't expect that this bastard could really cook noodles. It was still so delicious. It was the best noodles she had eaten in the past twenty years.

She took her chopsticks and started eating. She usually only ate half a bowl of porridge, but she quickly finished a large bowl of noodles.

And it’s still unfinished.

"Isn't it enough to eat?"

Ye Tianlong, who sent a few messages and waited for the noodles to cool down before eating, looked at the woman who was eating with her bowl turned upside down, took a sip of the thick soup and smiled:

"You know my cooking is delicious, right? Do you want me to give you this bowl too?"

"Thanks!"

Ye Tianlong thought that the arrogant girl must be disdainful. After all, he had already taken a sip of soup. Unexpectedly, Lei Shijing rushed over and snatched her back.

Ye Tianlong was stunned on the spot, his chopsticks stopped in mid-air, and he shouted for a long time: "Hey, I've eaten, I've eaten..."

Lei Shijing ignored it and started eating again with her own chopsticks. She also picked up the poached egg that Ye Tianlong was reluctant to eat and took a big bite...

Ye Tianlong swallowed his saliva and wanted to cry but had no tears, my eggs...

"Ding--"

At this moment, Ye Tianlong's phone vibrated, and a call came in. He glanced at it, Han Jing!

Ye Tianlong's face was filled with joy. He picked up the phone to answer the call and walked to the back garden: "Quietly, long time no see..."

The voice is as gentle as the spring breeze, as gentle, as full of affection...

Lei Shijing's movements froze when she saw this, and the eggs in her mouth were instantly tasteless...