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"Ding, today we will distribute two recipes, each worth 5 points of Xiangbo points, and a total of 10 points of Xiangbo points will be deducted. Now your Xiangbo points balance is 25 points."

"Ding, host, please read the "Xiang Bo Bo System Manual" carefully, and continue to work hard to complete the tasks in the Xiang Bo Bo plan..."

"Stop! Stop biting!"

Ye Fanxing didn't want to be bombarded by 2587 again, so after shouting stop, he flashed out of the system space.

Ye Fanxing looked at the five pounds of fat and lean pork on the chopping board, and a food documentary called "Taste on the Tip of the Tongue" that she had watched before she traveled through the book emerged in her mind.

He recalled a very classic narration that fits his current situation perfectly, which is "high-end ingredients often require only the simplest cooking methods."

If you were to ask him why he only remembered this sentence, it was because he had an almost crazy obsession with that voice!

The person who said this narration has a very attractive baritone voice, so beautiful that it can make your ears pregnant...

Thinking of this, Ye Fanxing felt a little lost. He missed modern times and everything there, even the things he didn't like before...

"Xing'er, what can I help you with?"

The voice of Zao Ge came from the kitchen door, interrupting Ye Fanxing's thoughts.

"Just help me mix some cornmeal so I can use it to make pancakes later."

Coming back to his senses, Ye Fanxing didn't hesitate to ask Zao Ge'er for help, and then he began to use the stew recipe given by 2587 to slowly process the meat in front of him.

When Zao Ge'er walked into the kitchen and prepared to help, he saw the meat that Ye Fanxing was preparing and the bone soup that was stewing in the pot. He couldn't help but ask with some concern: "Isn't it a bit too rich?"

Although, he knew that Ye Fanxing had taken back the money and food from the old Ye family, he was so extravagant and didn't know how to save. How long would the little food he got back last? Would he have to go hungry like before?

Ye Fanxing also heard the worry and good intentions in Zao Ge'er's words, so he comforted him: "Zao Ge'er, don't worry, I won't live off my savings. I also want to supplement Nan'er and his father, so I made a little more today."

He followed closely and added half-jokingly: "Besides, today is a good day for me to cut off my ties with the Ye family. Don't you think we should celebrate it?"

After hearing what Ye Fanxing said, Zao Ge'er had no choice but to nod and agree: "Yeah, we have to celebrate."

An hour later, a pot of fragrant, golden pot-sticked corn cakes, a large bowl of home-cooked stewed meat, and a plate of stir-fried meat with wild mushrooms were placed on the table.

"Xing Ge'er, I didn't expect you to have this skill. This dish is really good!"

Ye Yushan took several bites of the food and couldn't help but praise it.

Zao Ge'er was also eating his rice and asked, "Xing Ge'er, usually this meat, no matter how it is cooked, there is still a fishy smell, but this meat doesn't have any, what did you put in it?"

"Zao brother..."

"Brother Yushan, this is not something that cannot be discussed. I just added some vinegar and wine to it."

"Vinegar is warm in nature, sour and bitter in taste, and belongs to the liver and stomach meridians. It can enhance appetite, promote digestion, lower blood pressure, and reduce blood lipids..."

"Eat more, everyone. I'll go see how the bone soup on the stove is cooking."

Ye Fanxing knew that he had said something he shouldn't have said again, so he immediately put down his bowl and chopsticks, and on the spot he decided to run away to avoid this incident.

For a while, at the table, the only person who was eating so hard that his mouth was drooling was Nan'er, who looked like she was oblivious to everything else and was only focused on eating.

The other three adults looked at each other, thinking about something else as they watched Ye Fanxing's departing back.

Song Haoming didn’t understand what Ye Fanxing meant by lowering blood pressure and blood lipids, but the first sentence attributed to the liver meridian and stomach meridian, which is the view of traditional Chinese medicine.

How come he didn’t know that Ye Fanxing also knew medicine?

Nan'er finished the small bowl of rice in front of her, picked up the bowl, and said softly, "Eat it all, and I want more," breaking the silence at that moment.

Song Haoming reached out and touched Nan'er's belly, praising her: "Nan'er, you're awesome!"

The meal was so satisfying and enjoyable. Under the setting sun, Zao Ge'er helped Ye Fanxing wash the dishes, Ye Yushan helped Nan'er wipe her hands and face. As for Song Haoming, he could only sit at the table and watch this harmonious scene.

After finishing the work in his hands, Ye Fanxing walked up to Song Haoming hesitantly, "Um... I want to discuss something with you."

Song Haoming was somewhat curious about what had happened that would make someone who had been avoiding him unless necessary for the past two days muster up the courage to come to him.

"What's the matter?" He looked at Ye Fanxing expressionlessly and asked.

"Just... just can you give me the fifty taels of silver notes I received today?"

Ye Fanxing was afraid that Song Haoming would think too much, so she quickly explained: "Tomorrow I will go to the town to get the document of severing the relationship and expelling the clan cleared at the government office, and I also need to buy some fine cotton cloth for Nan'er to make clothes. The cloth we have at home is coarse linen, which is fine for us to wear, but Nan'er will get hurt if she wears it..."

Song Haoming's slender fingers tapped on the table from time to time, but every time he tapped, Ye Fanxing became more nervous. He was so nervous that he didn't even dare to breathe.

Song Haoming had two thoughts in his mind. One was that he could trust him, because Xing Ge'er had changed and was very kind to Nan Ge'er. The other was that everything he saw was an illusion, and he was just trying to gain your trust. Think about what he had done before...

Just when Song Haoming's psychological balance was about to be shaken, he heard Ye Fanxing timidly say: "Well...if you don't believe me, you can give the banknote to the village head uncle. He will also go to the town with me tomorrow."

"Okay, I believe you."

Song Haoming looked at Xing Ge'er, who was grinning from ear to ear because of his words "I believe you", and felt inexplicably moved in his heart.

"Daddy, little daddy!"

"Uncle is making new clothes. Nan'er, new clothes, please measure them."

Nan'er jumped into the main room, excitedly pulling Ye Fanxing and talking and gesturing.

Nan'er, the soft little guy, came at the right time, which immediately relieved Ye Fanxing's pressure of being alone with Song Haoming.

"Does Nan'er only like new clothes?"

"Nan'er likes it. Nan'er not only likes the new clothes, but also likes daddy, uncle, aunt, and little daddy. Nan'er likes them all."

Following behind Nan Ge'er, Zao Ge'er, holding a clothes ruler, looked at this warm scene with a look of loss.

He also wanted to have a child as smart and lovable as Nan'er, but he, alas...