After transmigrating into Sword Spirit: The villain obediently comes to my bowl

Dongfang Han grilled the fish in high spirits, with a hint of a smile on his lips.

Dongfang Yu sat beside Jinghong, looking at her tenderly and dotingly, "Eat slowly." He handed her a glass of bodhi spirit wine.

Jinghong took it and took a sip, and looked at Dongfang Yu with a smile, "Ayu, do you want to eat grilled fish?"

Dongfang Yu smiled slightly, "Eat it, Xiaohan is roasting turbot."

Jinghong glanced at Dongfang Han, and a smile flashed in his beautiful eyes, "Xiaohan fish is grilled very well."

Dongfang Han carefully roasted the multi-treasure spirit fish in his hand, brushed it with a layer of spirit honey, and then brushed it with a layer of Baihualu, which is Ye Liufeng's favorite flavor...

The Duobao spirit fish exudes a strong fragrance. Dongfang Han picked up a plump fish and handed it to Dongfang Yu, "Brother Yu, try it and see how it tastes?"

Dongfang Yu took it over, smelled the strong fragrance, and said with a smile: "It smells good, Xiaohan, your technique has improved again."

Dongfang Han was very happy, and walked to Ye Liufeng's side. After Ye Liufeng finished the last stroke, the rich fragrance penetrated into the tip of his nose, and he raised his eyes to look at Dongfang Han.

Dongfang Han handed him the grilled turbot fish, "Liu Feng, why don't you taste it? I brushed it with Baihua dew, see if you like it?"

Ye Liufeng's Taohua eyes flashed brightly. After washing his hands, he took a bite from the Duobao Lingyu, and his eyes were full of smiles. "It's delicious!"

Dongfang Han was a little curious. He baked three loaves, but he didn't eat any.

Ye Liufeng tore off some fish meat on the side that didn't bite and handed it to Dongfang Han, "Xiaohan, do you want to taste it too?"

As soon as Dongfang Han's eyes lit up, he stretched out his hand to take it, and stuffed it into his mouth. The fish was delicious and tender, with the scent of spiritual honey and potpourri dew.

"The taste is really good. Next time, I will roast Heheng Pig with Baihualu for you to eat."

Ye Liufeng's peach blossom eyes spread a smile, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, only feeling that the fish in his mouth was even more delicious.

"it is good."

Ye Liufeng ate very elegantly, with a contented smile in his eyes...

Dongfang Yu took a bite of Turbot, his black eyes lit up, and he said to himself, "Today's Turbot tastes different from before."

He took another bite and tasted it slowly, and it was really different from before, with an extra fragrance.

Dongfang Yu handed the multi-treasure spirit fish to Jinghong, smiled gently and said, "Jinghong, you have a taste."

Jinghong lightly took a bite of the turbot, his beautiful eyes sparkled, "It's delicious! It's different from the one I ate, and it's even more delicious than that one."

Dongfang Yu looked into her shining eyes and said softly, "Do you want to eat more?"

Jinghong took another bite, and bent her eyes contentedly. She was a little curious about what Dongfanghan had painted on the turbot fish?

Dongfang Yu got rid of the treasure spirit fish in his hand, drank another glass of spirit wine, and leaned lazily on the tree.

Jinghong leaned on Dongfang Yu's shoulder, her eyelids were a little heavy after eating, and she felt tired like a mountain, her voice was soft and sleepy.

"Ayu, I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep."

Dongfang Yu patted her on the shoulder, with a gentle and loving voice, "Go to sleep, I will watch over you."

The corner of Jinghong's mouth curled up into a slight smile, he closed his eyes for a while and took a long breath.

Dongfang Yu also closed his eyes and meditated. Under a towering tree, the two cuddled each other. The scene was so peaceful and beautiful that people couldn't bear to disturb it.

Dongfang Han touched Ye Liufeng, "Look, Liufeng, Brother Yu and Jinghong had eaten enough and fell asleep leaning against the tree trunk."

Ye Liufeng raised his eyes and looked over, handsome men and beautiful women cuddling each other, what a perfect picture.

As soon as he flipped the spiritual paper with his hand, he appeared, his hand deftly flipped up and down, the spiritual pen kept turning, and Dongfang Yu and Jinghong appeared on the paper.

Dongfang Han looked at Ye Liufeng's hand, then lowered his head to look at his own hand, suddenly became interested, and took out a piece of spiritual paper and a spiritual brush, carefully looked at Dongfang Yu and Jinghong, and the pen in his hand was flying up and down.

Ye Liufeng wrote on the scroll, "Years and Quietness" four words, and then stamped his seal...

Dongfang Han was still painting, and he was learning while painting. Ye Liufeng had a calm expression when painting.

Ye Liufeng finished appreciating the painting in his hand, and when he looked up, he saw Dongfang Han painting. He was a little curious about what he was painting?

Dongfanghan's eyes were still observing Dongfang Yu and Jinghong, and the spiritual brush in his hand kept drawing. He imagined himself as Ye Liufeng, and it felt good. He believed that after a while, he could draw a perfect picture.

Ye Liufeng's peach-blossom eyes widened, looking at the messy lines on the spirit paper, but he couldn't tell even if he tried, what was Dongfang Han's drawing?

Dongfang Han put away the spiritual pen, picked up the spiritual paper and wanted to admire the scroll, but then his eyes widened, and he couldn't believe that the two groups of unknown objects on the scroll were drawn by him.

Ye Liufeng looked at Dongfang Han's tangled expression, and asked cautiously, "Xiao Han, what did you draw?"

The corner of Dongfang Han's mouth twitched, looked at Ye Liufeng and asked, "Show me your drawing."

Ye Liufeng didn't know why, so he reached out and took the painting and handed it to him.

Dongfanghan opened it carefully, and saw Jinghong in the painting leaning on it, and Dongfangyu was sleeping soundly on his shoulders, looking so peaceful...

Then he looked at the pictures he drew again, and he lamented in his heart: the same figure, the same spiritual paper and the same spiritual brush, how could the painting effects be so different?

Ye Liufeng looked at Dongfang Han's constant comparison, his peach blossom eyes widened in disbelief, and thought: Could it be that Xiaohan also painted Brother Yu and Jinghong?

He looked at Dongfang Hanhua's painting again, carefully identified it, but still couldn't see anything. Thinking of Dongfanghan's appearance when he painted, his shoulders couldn't help shaking, and it was very hard to hold back a smile.

Dongfang Han frowned, he was still immersed in his lack of talent for painting, his eyes were full of sadness, if he found Ye Liufeng smiling at this time, he would definitely be angry.

Ye Liufeng took a deep breath and adjusted his expression. Just as he was about to speak, Dongfang Han said, "It seems that I am not suitable for painting."

Ye Liufeng patted Dongfang Han on the shoulder, "Xiao Han, you are very good at grilling meat, I can only do painting, and I can't even grill meat!"

Dongfang Han thought about it too, and finally smiled, "When Brother Yu wakes up, I'll go change the spirit wine."

Ye Liufeng looked at Dongfanghan, "Xiaohan, can you give me your painting?"

Dongfang Han looked at the painting that he couldn't bear to look straight at, and asked uncertainly, "Do you want it?"

Ye Liufeng nodded, and had an idea in his mind: he wanted to complete the first painting of the two of them based on Dongfang Han's painting.

Dongfang Han handed the painting to Ye Liufeng, and whispered, "The painting is not good, what do you want to do?"

Ye Liufeng smiled mysteriously, "You will know when the time comes." Carefully put away the scroll.

Dongfang Han watched Ye Liufeng put away his painting carefully, his mood was as clear as the weather, after all, it was his first serious painting...

Dongfang Yu was closing his eyes and resting his mind, when he suddenly felt two cold lights falling on his body, he opened his eyes like ink, looked towards the northwest direction coldly, and met a pair of eyes full of coldness, the owner of the eyes was not do not know.

He clearly felt the malice in those eyes, and wondered in his heart: Could it be someone sent by Mrs. Qin San?