Dishes

Hu, hu, hu...

In the secret room and the study, only the sound of inhaling could be heard.

Wu Sanri's face was covered with stains, cold sweat on his forehead.

Pan Shengcheng and Zhang Qitian's legs shook wildly as if they had some illness.

"You, are you a man or a ghost?" After quite a while, Wu Sanri suddenly recovered. He had robbed many tombs and bumped into many strange things, but he had never encountered a situation like today.

This secret room was obviously hidden deep underground.

But the decorations inside were all new, even the bamboo slips inside seemed to have just been put in.

Of course, what shocked him most was Ye Bei who stood in before him.

However, after Wu Sanri's voice emitted, Ye Bei did not answer.

It was Pan Shengcheng who was the last to come in. After reacting, his eyes burst and his mouth was shaking uncontrollably, "Did I not say it? I saw him jump into the hole with my own eyes, I said it was not an illusion, but you just don't believe me!"

After he said this, at this moment, the secret room became more silent and strange.

Zhang Qitian's reaction speed was very fast, and he immediately answered, "If I am correct, there is another entrance to this tomb, boy, did you come in from another entrance? Also, everything here has been replaced in advance by you, right? Where have all those antiques been taken to?"

Huh?

The fall of his words gave Wu Sanri a great inspiration.

Originally, he was constantly rubbing and sweating on his body, but he suddenly recovered and woke up.

When those eyes stared at Ye Bei, a burst of killing intent was manifested.

"Boy, are you playing with us?" Wu Sanri roared.

As for Pan Shengcheng, his eyes were still full of fear. He clearly saw Ye Bei jump into the cave with his own eyes earlier, and he believed he would never read it wrong. He clenched his fist, and retreated quietly to the back, ready to escape at any time.

However, Ye Bei, who was disturbed by the movement, slowly turned around.

Those eyes looked at the three indifferently.

There was no emotion contained in his eyes.

After a few seconds of silence, he slowly said, "Help me move these things out."

"Yes!" The three people with their own thoughts, their bodies shook slightly when they heard this, their eyes suddenly became dull, and their mouths answered in unison.

Clang!

The next moment, they put down the tools in their hands.

They cautiously walked to the secret room study and picked up the bamboo slips placed on the bookshelf, then they moved them out one by one.

After Ye Bei took action, his figure who had been standing in the room disappeared out of thin air, and with a flash, he reappeared and stood on the edge of the hole entrance of the tomb in the gallery's backyard again.

...

Gallery, inner courtyard.

It was getting late, the moon was high, and there were a few red lanterns in the courtyard.

When Ye Bei appeared again, in the courtyard, all the mounds which were originally piled into mountains disappeared in an instant.

A willow tree with green sprouts was dancing in the wind...

At the same time, the air also exuded a sweet and pleasing scent that belonged to foods.

Immediately afterward, Wang Xiu, who was rickety, walked slowly into the courtyard.

He saw the neat and tidy inner courtyard, he also saw Ye Bei, who was not here just now, appeared again out of nowhere.

His body was taken aback for a moment, but then he became very peaceful again. He, Wang Xiu had been alive for a hundred years, what kind of wind and waves had he not seen? This kind of strange thing was nothing at all compared to Ye Bei's longevity.

He looked at Ye Bei and slowly said, "Old ancestor, you have not eaten for a day... the younger generation has prepared meals! This house belongs to you already, and I still live here, it's quite inappropriate, so I can only serve you with foods."

While speaking, he quietly glanced at the entrance of the hole of the tomb but saw no movement, so he did not say more.

"Yeah." Ye Bei nodded.

Soon, the two of them entered a certain room.

The room was not big.

On every wall, there were various paintings which were painted by Wang Xiu and Wang Gu.

In the middle of the room, there was a round old wooden table with stains on it, but it was very clean and spotless.

When Ye Bei entered the room, Wang Gu was already inside, he glanced, and randomly found a chair to sit down.

Wang Xiu was a bit restrained, but unlike Wang An, he didn't know much about Ye Bei, consequently, he didn't have any fear. After seeing Ye Bei sitting down, he immediately sat next to him.

"Old ancestor, you can eat." Wang Xiu picked up the chopsticks and spoke respectfully.

Wang Gu finished filling the rice in three bowls, he handed one with both hands to Ye Bei and Wang Xiu in front and then sat down with a big heart.

After Wang Xiu said this, Ye Bei did not answer, nor did he move his chopsticks. Instead, he looked at the dishes on the table with his eyes calm, as if thinking about something.

On the table, there were nine dishes.

The plates used for the dishes were Qing Dynasty's blue and white plates, which may not be rare, but they were also very expensive.

One plate of fish, one plate of meat, and the rest were mainly vegetables.

Each dish was made extremely delicate, looked bright in color, elegant in appearance, and fragrant in aroma, which greatly increased one's appetite.

"Ying Chun, this dish is good!" (A/N: Wang Xiu's penname is Ying Chun, which means winter jasmine. I used 'Winter Jasmine' in the previous chapter.)

After a long time, Ye Bei picked up his chopsticks and said such a sentence gently in his mouth.

Wang Xiu grinned, he felt very comfortable hearing this praise. When speaking, he paid less attention to it, "Of course, these dishes are all made with techniques handed down by the ancestors! Each dish has its own particulars. Yes, both the method and the materials used are extremely demanding... and the earthen stove and kitchen utensils used for cooking, and even the original ones... Even with the development of the times, I dare not change it without authorization."

When Wang Gu heard this, he interjected with pride on his face, "The Old Master is right! Everyone in the Wang Family has superb cooking skills. From the time a family member is sensible enough, he will start to practice. It's just a pity, with the development of everything, especially these years, the times have become too fast. My children have immigrated abroad, and I have no time to supervise them. I don't know how much they have mastered in cooking."

Ye Bei's complexion was still very calm.

In fact, when he smelled the scent of the dish in the inner courtyard, he already had a judgment.

These dishes, all of them were his favorite foods thousands of years ago.

It was also the dishes he once asked Wang Xizhi to learn.

After a thousand years, seeing these familiar dishes again really made Ye Bei feel a little surprised. Maybe the taste and details have changed a little, but the familiar feeling was still not bad.

"The dishes are good, but a glass of wine is missing. " Ye Bei said.

When he taught Wang Xizhi to cook, he also brewed a few pots of fine wine. This was just what he said casually. After a thousand years, it was already rare and impressive enough that the cooking skills could be passed down.

"Old ancestor, are you referring to Clear Night?"

But for Wang Xiu who was sitting beside him, his words were not casual at all, Wang Xiu's body quaked, and he immediately asked, Wang Family's wine was named Clear Night, which symbolized the prosperity of the Wang Family. This wine had been preserved for thousands of years and passed on from generation to generation. Even the old Wang Gu didn't even know about it.