My Demon Queen

Chapter 224 Hot Pot

Ye An flashed his bright and clear eyes and stared at Mo Qingcheng closely, looking very well-behaved.

There was a fiery light flashing in his eyes, as if hiding endless expectations.

Mo Qingcheng was stunned for a moment at first, but when she caught the unique light in Ye An's eyes, she instantly understood what he was thinking.

In an instant, her pretty face, as white as mutton-fat jade, was dyed with a bright blush, like the dazzling sunset in the sky.

She turned her head slightly, spat softly, and said coquettishly: "Wait until you can suppress it."

When she said this, her tone was pretending to be tough, but she was obviously lacking in confidence.

Her eyes avoided Ye An in panic, not daring to meet his gaze. Her shy look was like a beautiful flower in bud, wanting to speak but hesitant.

When Ye An saw Mo Qingcheng shyly agreed, he was immediately cheered up.

Mo Qingcheng's shy and delicate look was like a fire, instantly igniting the desire in his heart and making him even more excited.

He said eagerly: "Madam, let me give you a kiss first, just one."

As he spoke, he took big strides and walked towards Mo Qingcheng eagerly.

Mo Qingcheng turned her head slightly, her face red, and did not refute. Instead, a little excitement surged in her heart.

However, the sword was not happy. It was like a sharp barrier, blocking Ye An from moving forward.

"Go away, I have something to say to your mother in private."

Ye An impatiently slapped the sword that was pointing at him, but the sword was not moved at all, and it looked like it was determined to stab you if you dare to come forward.

Mo Qingcheng couldn't help laughing when she saw Ye An and Taidao arguing like children.

Her beautiful eyes were like a clear lake, with rippling waves. She watched the confrontation between Ye An and Taidao with a smile on her face, her heart filled with joy and doting.

"My lady, don't you care!"

Ye An really had no way to use the sword, so he turned his head and helplessly asked Mo Qingcheng for help.

Mo Qingcheng held her chin elegantly with one hand, looked at Ye An with a smile on her face, a hint of mischief in her eyes, and said, "It seems that you can't kiss me anymore."

When Ye An heard this, he couldn't bear it.

Looking at Mo Qingcheng's charming appearance and listening to her slightly naughty words, the fire in Ye An's heart instantly burned.

"Adults are doing things, children should stay aside."

As Ye An spoke, he quickly changed his finger gestures and began to perform the formation.

In an instant, several bright rays of light emerged like meteors, and then countless golden threads of spiritual power flashing with mysterious light emerged from the formation, like sharp arrows, shooting straight at the sword.

The sword reacted extremely quickly, rotating the blade immediately and beginning to flexibly dodge the golden thread of spiritual energy.

It was obvious that the katana was more flexible. Relying on its rich combat experience with Mo Qingcheng, it could cleverly dodge every time and counterattack to a certain extent at the right time, such as hitting Ye An hard with the back of the blade.

For a moment, screams one after another echoed in the courtyard.

In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun shines into the yard, covering everything with a warm golden coat.

Ye An lay powerlessly on the bluestone bricks in the yard, with an obvious knife mark on his face, and he looked in a miserable state.

Mo Qingcheng crossed her legs gracefully, supported her chin with one hand, and looked at Ye An with a smile. A trace of heartache flashed in her eyes, and that heartache was like a breeze blowing across the lake, creating ripples.

"I won't play anymore. I won't play anymore."

Ye An lay on the ground with a sad face, crying out in grievance.

Mo Qingcheng smiled helplessly, slowly stood up, and walked lightly to Ye An.

The katana circled in the air proudly, as if showing off its victory.

"You're giving up now? Don't you still want to kiss me?"

Mo Qingcheng slowly squatted beside Ye An, looking at the depressed Ye An with a smile in her eyes.

Her voice was gentle as water, yet with a hint of teasing.

"My lady, this is too torturous."

Ye An turned his head and spoke to Mo Qingcheng, his tone full of helplessness and grievance.

"If you can't even pass the test of the sword, how can you save your Wangcai?"

Mo Qingcheng reached out her hand and gently stroked the knife mark on Ye An's cheek, her eyes full of heartache.

The heartache became more and more obvious, as if it was about to overflow.

Then, she tilted her head and glanced coldly at the katana that was still hovering in the air. The katana was also frightened by Mo Qingcheng's look, and it slowly fell down obediently and hid itself aside.

"Rescue this little cub and I will definitely use it for hotpot." Ye An said indignantly.

Mo Qingcheng also smiled when she heard this. She knew that Ye An would continue to work hard, but she just didn't know what hot pot was.

"What is hot pot?" Mo Qingcheng asked curiously, with a gleam of curiosity in her eyes.

"Hotpot, is..." Ye An was about to explain, but he sat up instantly, looking at Mo Qingcheng with a confused look, and immediately realized that Mo Qingcheng had never eaten hotpot before.

"My lady, wait for me. I will prepare it and show you what hot pot is."

After saying that, Ye An hurried out the door, completely ignoring his own disheveled appearance.

Mo Qingcheng also shook her head helplessly, looking at Ye An's back as he left, her heart full of curiosity.

When Ye An's back disappeared, Mo Qingcheng's face gradually turned cold, and she raised her palms upwards, as if she wanted to hold something.

The sword also felt something and came obediently into Mo Qingcheng's hands.

"If you don't handle it right next time, you'll be lying in the storage bag forever."

Mo Qingcheng's tone was cold and her expression was indifferent, and she glanced at the sword in her hand.

The sword was also frightened by Mo Qingcheng's reaction. The blade couldn't help but tremble, and it rubbed gently back and forth in Mo Qingcheng's hand, indicating that it understood.

Mo Qingcheng felt the response of the sword, so she let go of the sword and threw it aside. She slowly walked to the stone table in the yard and waited quietly for Ye An's return.

And Taidao seemed to have fallen out of favor. He stood in the yard aggrievedly, not daring to move at all.

Ye An, with a knife mark on his face, looked around the street like a hunter looking for treasure.

Suddenly, Ye An was attracted by a red fruit. He quickly came to the vendor's stall and looked at the fiery red fruit. The smell it gave off was the same as the chili in that world.

"Hey, customer, would you like to buy some flame fruit?" The vendor looked at Ye An's embarrassed appearance and then spoke teasingly.

Ye An ignored the vendor's teasing. He stared at the flame fruit and looked at it carefully for a long time.

"Boss, how much?" Ye An asked.

When the vendor saw Ye An really asked, he said casually, "One silver coin, one fruit."

Without saying a word, Ye An took out a gold coin and packed up all the fruits on the vendor's stall, leaving the vendor alone in a daze.

Ye An thought to himself: "It should be able to replace the chili pepper, what else is missing? Butter, white wine..."

Ye An continued walking forward while thinking, and suddenly he smelled alcohol.

Following the smell, I found that it was a shop selling wine.

Ye An felt curious for a moment. He didn't expect that this world had everything.

Afterwards, Ye An walked back quickly, carrying large and small bags. In the afterglow of the setting sun, his figure seemed a little hurried, but full of anticipation.

Back in the yard, Mo Qingcheng watched Ye An go out with a lot of bags and bags. She looked at Ye An with some confusion and asked, "What are you doing?"

While Ye An was putting things away, he said to Mo Qingcheng, "Of course I'm going to prepare a hot pot for my wife! I promise you'll enjoy the unique delicacy in the world."

Mo Qingcheng looked at Ye An's interested appearance and for a moment she was a little curious about the new food Ye An had made.

Thinking back to the last barbecue and peach blossom wine I had, I still feel a little unsatisfied.

Mo Qingcheng looked at Ye An's busy figure, and the love in her heart grew little by little.

"Do you need my help?" Mo Qingcheng asked.

Ye An turned around and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Looking at Mo Qingcheng who looked eager to try, he couldn't help but smile in his heart.

"Of course I need it. If you are free, come over and kiss your husband." Ye An said with a wicked smile.

When Mo Qingcheng heard this, her pretty face turned slightly red. She gave Ye An a blank look and came to Ye An's side.

Although she did not kiss Ye An, she still took out an embroidered handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat from Ye An's forehead.

The action was extremely gentle and there was love in his eyes. In an instant, the love in the courtyard reached its peak.

Ye An looked at Mo Qingcheng who was wiping the sweat off his face. He lowered his head and gently kissed Mo Qingcheng on the cheek as if he had eaten the sweetest candy in the world.

"Be good, it will be fine in a moment." Ye An said softly.

Mo Qingcheng was also stunned for a moment by Ye An's sudden kiss, but when she saw Ye An speaking to her gently, she nodded with a smile, looked up and kissed Ye An on the face.

This taste really made Ye An full of energy. He then pulled Mo Qingcheng to the stone bench beside him, reached out and scratched the tip of Mo Qingcheng's nose, and went to get busy.

Mo Qingcheng felt the love brought by Ye An, and the smile on her face became even more intense.

Soon, Ye An set up an iron pot in the yard, with blazing wood burning underneath. The flames were jumping as if dancing happily.

Ye An put the prepared simple hot pot base in. As the temperature rose, the aroma from the iron pot instantly filled the entire yard.

Mo Qingcheng looked at this scene, and the curiosity in her eyes became even stronger, especially the fragrance that went straight into her nose, with a hint of spiciness, which whetted her appetite.

Then Ye An put the unknown but edible animal bones he bought into the pot, and the strong fragrance became even stronger. The fragrance seemed to have life, spreading wantonly in the air. "My wife, we have to wait a while, why don't we take advantage of this time to discuss and exchange ideas."

Ye An looked at Mo Qingcheng with a wicked smile. Mo Qingcheng naturally understood what he meant. She blushed and snorted, "Not serious."

Ye An refused to give in. He moved closer to Mo Qingcheng and whispered some sweet words to her, making Mo Qingcheng giggle.

At this time, the hot pot in the pot was bubbling, as if it was also looking forward to their tasting.

The steaming scene makes people seem to see the scent of happiness permeating in the air.