My Wife is A Sword God

After toiling outside for so many days, Qin Feng finally returned to the Qin Mansion.

After bathing and changing his clothes, he lay heavily on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already dark, and his wife, dressed in white, was sitting quietly by the bed, waiting patiently.

“How long have I been asleep?” Qin Feng rubbed his forehead. Most of his previous tiredness had disappeared.

“About three hours,” Liu Jianli replied in a soft voice.

“Three hours already.” Qin Feng slowly sat up and asked, “Wife, why are you here?”

“I heard from Ningshuang that you haven’t had a proper meal in a long time, so I thought of making something for you.” Liu Jianli’s vermilion lips parted slightly, and a hint of pink adorned her earlobes as she spoke.

When she returned to the Liu Mansion earlier, Qin Feng was called away by her father, so her mother took her and told her many things about how a husband and wife should get along.

One of the pieces of advice was, “To win a man’s heart, you must first win his stomach.”

At that moment, Liu Jianli could still remember the proud look on her mother’s face when she remembered that.

Her mother said that it was her cooking skills that allowed her to hold her father firmly in her hand.

Thinking about this, Liu Jianli took a deep breath and brought the food tray on the table behind her in front of Qin Feng.

“You made all this yourself?” Qin Feng’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Yes.” Liu Jianli nodded slightly and replied softly.

It was not a lot of food, but it was delicate, with an appealing presentation.

A bowl of noodles, a bowl of braised pork, two vegetable dishes, and a bowl of soup – a well-rounded meal.

Most importantly, Qin Feng had originally thought that his wife was the kind of person who kept her hands clean and only focused on martial arts and swordsmanship.

But he hadn’t expected his wife to go into the kitchen to prepare this for him.

“Wife.” Qin Feng choked up. He was truly touched.

“This is my first time making these. Would you like to try and see how they taste?” Liu Jianli lifted the strands of hair from her ear, her cheeks turning a rosy hue as she spoke softly.

Qin Feng couldn’t wait to pick up his bowl and said as he moved the chopsticks, “How could Madam’s cooking be less than excellent? Let me try this beautifully glazed braised pork first. Hmm, it’s really… hmm?”

As he chewed, he realized that something was wrong. Although the appearance of the braised pork was good, the taste was strange.

If he had to describe it, it felt like a jar of sugar exploding in his mouth.

Looking at the lady with eager anticipation, Qin Feng forcibly swallowed the braised pork and then gave a thumbs up, “I have never tasted braised pork that left such a deep impression on me. Truly a masterpiece!”

“I’m going to try these two vegetable dishes now. They look very appetizing.”

As for vegetables, even if the taste is strange, it shouldn’t be hard to swallow, right?

Qin Feng thought so, put the vegetables in his mouth, and then found himself in the wind.

Why add sugar to stir-fried vegetables? What kind of dark cuisine is this!

“How is it?” Liu Jianli asked again.

Qin Feng forced a smile, “The taste is excellent!”

Upon hearing this, Liu Jianli smiled brightly, “Try this bowl of soup, I’ve been brewing it for a long time.”

“Alright.” Qin Feng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, scooped up a spoonful of soup, put it into his mouth, and then tears welled up in his eyes.

Indeed, there was a lot of sugar in the soup!

It was more accurate to say that it was sugar water than soup.

Seeing his reaction, Liu Jianli asked quietly, “What’s wrong? Is the soup not good?”

Qin Feng wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, “I’ve just never had such delicious soup before, so I’m a little touched.”

After saying this, he didn’t care about anything else and quickly finished all the dishes.

At least the noodles are still normal.

After the plate was clean, Qin Feng took a sip of tea and prayed in his heart, hoping not to get diabetes. 

Holding the sword in his hand, he said seriously, “Wife, it’s better for you to stay out of the kitchen. The fumes there are too strong.”

“Besides, if I continue to eat such delicious food in the future, I won’t be able to eat anything else.”

Liu Jianli nodded slightly, “I understand. If you still want to eat next time, just let me know.”

“Yes.” Qin Feng nodded heavily.

As she left the room with the plate, Lan Ningshuang couldn’t wait to approach and looked at the empty plate. 

She smiled, “Miss, your cooking skills are really good. Young master has finished everything!”

Liu Jianli took out a white paper from her chest and replied softly, “It’s also thanks to the recipes my mother gave me. I followed the instructions on it.”

This was somewhat unexpected for Lan Ningshuang, “Madam actually has such skills? Miss, can I see the recipe?”

“Certainly.”

Taking the recipe, Lan Ningshuang looked at it and showed a somewhat strange expression, “Miss, why do you add so much sugar to these dishes?”

“Mother told me that sugar can enhance the flavor, so more is better. The meals she cooked for Father back then were also like this. Every time Father finished eating, he praised her endlessly.”

Lan Ningshuang couldn’t cook, so she nodded in confusion, “I see. Are there any leftovers from those dishes? I would also like to taste Madam’s ancestral craftsmanship!”

Liu Jianli shook her head at the words, “There are none left.”

“Ah? That’s too bad.” Lan Ningshuang looked regretful.

The next morning, Qin Feng woke up still feeling a bit nauseous. Yesterday’s dark cuisine had almost caused his psychological defenses to collapse.

Fortunately, for the sake of his beautiful wife, he finally persevered.

When he entered the hall, the table was piled high with breakfast food, but no one started to move their chopsticks, obviously waiting for him.

He sat down next to Liu Jianli, who thoughtfully filled his bowl with porridge.

Qin Feng’s hands trembled noticeably as he took the bowl of porridge. Could it be that his wife made this porridge?

He glanced at his second brother who was not far away. He had already started to eat and didn’t show any strange behavior.

Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief and finally started to use his chopsticks.

Hmm, it tastes normal.

“By the way, I have something to do at the Liu Mansion today, so I won’t be back for lunch.”

“What’s the matter?” Father asked curiously.

Of course, Qin Feng couldn’t hide anything from his own family, so he explained the gunpowder matter truthfully.

Father put down his chopsticks and looked serious.

“If the gunpowder is really as amazing as you say, then it should be taken seriously. You mentioned cooperating with the court, the military, and the Demon Slaying Department.” 

“For the court, you can rely on the old man from the Divine Workshop, and for the military, you can use the Divine Marquis Army of the Liu family. What about the Demon Killing Department? Do you have any connections there?”

Qin Feng replied truthfully, “I don’t have much confidence in the Demon Slaying Department. I can only rely on Chief Zhou’s letter of recommendation and the little relationship I have with Senior Spear Immortal and Seinor Mad Blade.”

Father nodded and asked again, “When do you plan to go to the Demon Slaying Department?”

Qin Feng thought for a moment. He had to visit the Liu family during the day, and in the evening, he would have dinner with this person disguised as a man.

“Tomorrow, there will be more time tomorrow.”

Father grunted in agreement without saying anything more.

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