However, to Ye Fan's helplessness, he practiced for a day, but he couldn't feel the slightest effect.

That feeling is like running water flowing through the fingertips, except for some cold touch, but it doesn't leave any traces.

"It's strange. When I first practiced Yanglong Body, I didn't make much progress even on the first day, but at least I gained something."

"But this Yinlong's body, I practiced for a day, but I didn't get anything."

Ye Fan flipped through it again for a while, then shook his head and sighed: "Hey~"

"I was too impatient."

"It's only the first day. How can it be so easy to get started with such a powerful body training martial arts."

After Ye Fan enlightened himself, he stopped practicing.

He stretched his muscles, put away the parchment, and practiced again tomorrow.

The rest of the time, of course, is to cook for the old lady.

The old matriarch still has to prepare Shengshengshenghua soup for herself every day, cooking, cleaning and other chores, and Ye Fan consciously takes care of it.

Anyway, Ye Fan has been a door-to-door son-in-law for three years, and he is very good at housework.

That night, Ye Fan cooked three dishes, almost all of which were grown in the old lady's own yard.

For the cold woman who is used to delicacies from mountains and seas, the simple food in front of her is really simple.

Almost seeing it, she lost her appetite.

"Grandma, eat, I'm going back to my room first."

I don't know if it's because I hate Ye Fan, or if I'm really tired.

The cold woman took a look, then turned her head and was about to go back to her room.

Ye Fan didn't bother to pay attention to him, and started to eat.

After practicing for a day, he was very hungry, so he naturally ate it to his heart's content.

"Yun'er, sit down and eat something. It's good for your body to add some nutrition."

"Why, do you despise grandma's simple food?"

The old lady stared.

The cold woman shook her head and explained: "Grandma, you misunderstood."

"In that case, sit down and eat."

"Otherwise, my wife will be angry."

In the end, the woman couldn't save face, and reluctantly sat at the dining table.

She picked up the chopsticks, randomly picked up a green vegetable in front of her, and put it in her mouth.

She originally planned to take a bite or two as a show, and take it as a face for the old lady.

After all, she used to eat special dishes with exquisite workmanship and excellent appearance. Like the ones in front of her, they still need to be presented without appearance, without style, and they are still served in simple iron basins. Not to speak, the instinctive resistance in my heart. JrNovels.com