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Chapter 71 - 71 71 Chef Gu's Stir-Fried Pork with Mushrooms

?71: Chapter 71 Chef Gu’s Stir-Fried Pork with Mushrooms 71: Chapter 71 Chef Gu’s Stir-Fried Pork with Mushrooms “Let’s go have dinner.

Then rest,” Gu Yelin said without a second word, taking An Yiqing’s hand and striding away.

To him, people like Ye Feng and Ye Hong didn’t matter at the moment.

What was important was taking good care of the little white rabbit.

As if sensing the displeasure and worry emanating from the man, An Yiqing offered no resistance.

She turned her head and waved at Ye Feng and Ye Hong before following Gu Yelin out.

“Ah!

Look at our powerful and majestic Boss, spitting the image of a henpecked husband,” Ye Hong commented, stroking his chin, then elbowed Ye Feng, “Notice that?

Xiao Qing and our leader really are a handsome couple, perfectly matched.”

“You talk too much,” Ye Feng glared at Ye Hong, pulled the blanket over his head, and closed his eyes to sleep.

Ye Hong looked puzzled, “What’s with him?

Has menopause hit now that his leg has healed?”

——Little White Rabbit Separator——

Gu Yelin led An Yiqing to the restaurant.

“Sit for a bit.

It’ll be ready soon.”

An Yiqing blinked in confusion, watching the man in front of her roll up the sleeves of his black shirt.

What was he going to do?

Gu Yelin casually rolled up his sleeves, revealing his sturdy arms.

He took some vegetables and meat out of the refrigerator and then entered the kitchen.

Was he going to cook himself?

Could he cook?

An Yiqing was somewhat surprised and tiptoed to the kitchen door.

Inside the kitchen, the man stood elegantly by the countertop.

His sharp and handsome features were sculpted with precision, his cold and appealing eyes concentrated as his distinctively knuckled hands, looking like perfect pieces of art, made the simple act of cutting meat seem noble and graceful.

Gu Yelin seemed to feel the girl’s gaze, turned his head slightly, and looked at An Yiqing with a warm expression, his thin lips parting, “It’ll be ready in a bit.

There’s smoke in the kitchen, you go sit in the restaurant.”

“Um…

I can help,” said An Yiqing, who, despite not being good at cooking, still wanted to lend a hand to this man.

But ultimately, after Gu Yelin’s domineering insistence, An Yiqing was still pushed out of the kitchen.

In less than twenty minutes, the fragrant dishes were laid out in front of An Yiqing.

There was a plate of stir-fried mushrooms with pork and a vegetable soup.

The dishes were not complex, but they looked very delicate.

An Yiqing’s dainty nose twitched, hmm, it seemed quite good.

With her fair hand, she took a spoonful of soup and her eyes lit up unconsciously.

“How is it?” Gu Yelin asked calmly for An Yiqing’s opinion, a hidden hint of nervousness in the depths of his eyes.

“Hmm, it’s delicious,” An Yiqing took another bite of mushroom, “It tastes a bit like the one at Old Zhang Restaurant the other day, but it’s also very unique.”

Hearing the girl’s words, Gu Yelin breathed a sigh of relief.

It was good that she liked it.

After dinner, An Yiqing insisted on washing the dishes.

However, the scheming Gu Yelin said there were people in charge of cleaning and maintaining the base.

And so, the naïve little white rabbit was easily misled.

“The antidote is already prepared.

I want to go check on it now.”

“You need to rest now,” Gu Yelin somewhat opposed An Yiqing’s obsessive dedication to Medical Arts.

“It won’t take much time, I promise, right after the test, I’ll go back to sleep!” An Yiqing stretched out her small hand, fervently promising.

In the end, Gu Yelin still took An Yiqing to the morgue.

The light in the morgue remained bleak, and the stench of decay from the bodies mingled with a growingly dense, strange odor that slowly drifted through the space.

An Yiqing lifted the covering from one of the corpses, took out the powdered medicine from her pocket, and evenly spread it over the body.

If indeed the poison inside this person was a mutated strain of Soul Devouring Powder, then what followed would be…

“Poof—!”

As expected, a soft noise erupted, and a thick black mist emerged from the corpse, then slowly dissipated into the air.

It was as if the soul of the person had been completely extinguished.

“Indeed, it’s as I suspected, the victim died from poisoning, with the poison being a mutated virus of the Soul Devouring Powder.” Soul Devouring Powder, as the name implies, devours the souls of humans.

Those poisoned seem as if their essence has been sucked dry, their bodies instantly shriveling and darkening, and they experience hallucinations before death.

That explains the terrified expressions on the victims’ faces before they died.

Having heard An Yiqing’s explanation, Gu Yelin fell into deep thought.

According to the girl, within her master’s knowledge, there were no more than ten people who could concoct Soul Devouring Powder, so…

“Do you know who these ten people are?”

“I’ll ask my master in a bit,” An Yiqing shook her head, pondered for a moment, and continued, “While I may not be able to help you find the person behind the scenes, I can create a type of medicinal powder that will react with the user of the Soul Devouring Powder.

That might be of some help to you.”

“You’ve already helped me a lot,” Gu Yelin said with a gentle gaze, appreciating that the girl had already done so much for him.

The rest, he would handle.

“Er…

I’m going to call my master.” As if feeling the man’s intense and earnest stare, An Yiqing’s face heated up slightly.

She hurriedly made up an excuse to flee the morgue.

Gu Yelin watched the girl’s escaping figure, a magnificent smile curling on his lips.

“Hello?

Master?” Having run out, An Yiqing found a deserted rooftop and recounted the whole situation to Ye Chenghong over the phone.

“Didn’t expect it to really be Soul Devouring Powder,” Ye Chenghong sighed somewhat, the world was becoming restless again, “Girl, you need to be careful.

I always feel something is going to happen.”

An Yiqing didn’t want Ye Chenghong to worry too much, so she faithfully relayed everything about Ancient Space to him.

“Ss—!” Ye Chenghong inhaled sharply, the matters long recorded in the Medicine Sect antiquarian turned out to be true.

But beyond the surprise, he admonished An Yiqing, “You must remember, never speak of this to anyone else.

Not even to the people of the Medicine Sect.

Qing, you must remember, your master doesn’t seek for you to stand out, he only wishes for you to have a peaceful life.”

“Mhm…

Master, I remember!” With Ye Chenghong’s words, An Yiqing felt particularly warm inside.

Her master always regarded her as his own, treating her with full devotion.

“I know you have good judgment.

Don’t force anything; just let things take their course naturally.”

“Master…” An Yiqing seemed to remember something, biting her red lip in consternation, “Master, I think I’m sick.”