"Aftertaste."

The clear and pleasant words are like streams flowing through the mountains, crisp and sweet.

Ye Fan looked back and smiled: "Yu Yun?"

"Well, the name is like a person, a very good name."

"My name is Ye Fan."

Ye Fan chuckled and left soon after.

Here, only Yu Yun is left practicing sword alone.

However, after Ye Fan left, a rare inexplicable smile appeared on Yu Yun's eternally pretty face.

It is like a touching snow lotus blooming on a snow mountain.

"This guy actually knows how to praise people."

It is evening.

The afterglow of the setting sun dyes the mountains and forests.

In the old house, smoke curled up from the kitchen.

The intoxicating fragrance of rice blows all over the earth with the spring breeze in May.

After Yu Yun smelled the fragrance of rice, she no longer had the heart to practice sword, so she put away her sword and returned.

She wanted to see what delicious food grandma made this time.

In her life, Yu Yun has tasted countless delicacies.

However, she found that the best food was the home-cooked food cooked by grandma in this old Chu family house.

"Um?"

"Grandma, is the meal ready?"

Back in the front yard, Yu Yun saw that the old matriarch was not in the kitchen, but playing with flowers and plants in the yard, so she couldn't wait to ask.

Yes, these days, Yu Yun still thinks that those meals are cooked by the old lady.

However, the old lady smiled slowly: "It's useless to ask this old woman if it's not done well. You should go in and ask the chef."

"The chef?"

When Yu Yun heard this, she was taken aback for a moment.

Then, his expression trembled.

"Grandma, you mean, Ye Fan cooks all the meals?"

These days, Ye Fan came back earlier than her every time.

At first, Yu Yun thought that Ye Fan was just being lazy.

But now it seems that is not the case. JrNovels.com