Chapter 21
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Huan Beiming handed the ancient bowl to Huan Qingyan, "Xiaoyan, this ancient bowl was originally intended for you. Don't have a burden. Dad found that this ancient bowl should be of great use. It's not just as simple as identifying food, but he hasn't found out what the secret is. He's very ashamed that it will be yours in the future. You should study it and keep it well."
This father is really good.
Huan Qingyan gently held the ancient bowl. "Thank you, Dad. Dad is a gastronomist. It's useful for Dad to hold the ancient bowl. I shouldn't matter for the time being. If there's anything, dad will protect me."
Huan Beiming reached out and lovingly touched Huan's head, "Twenty years ago, there was a war between the human and demon races. The first war was five or six years. I don't know what will happen in the future. If you can take care of helping your brother Xinghan in the future, you can help him. If you can't take care of it, the fantasy family will disappear. Even if you take care of yourself first, dad will never blame you..."
How could this be like some feeling of confessing later events, which made Huan Qingyan very uncomfortable.
"Dad, Xiaoyan will protect her parents and brothers. Xiaoyan is also a member of the fantasy family!"
Huan Beiming withdrew his hand and sighed with incomparable kindness, "well, we Xiaoyan are filial. My father knows it. It's my blessing that my father can protect Xiaoyan so big."
"By the way, Dad, you are in poor health. Don't be overworked. It's the hardest job in the culinary profession. Dad, promise me to make less spiritual food for the royal family and keep more health, will you?" Huan Qingyan sincerely advised.
Fantasy home has a pot of old soup that has not been broken for thousands of years, which has been passed down from generation to generation.
With a pot of millennium old soup and his master level of cuisine, magic Beiming is enough to make magic mansion one of the great aristocratic families of chuiyun empire.
What's more, what's not good for your health?
Once a person dies, everything disappears and remains coveted by outsiders.
Huan Beiming was very pleased. "Xiaoyan also knows that it hurts. Dad is very happy and will pay attention. Did you pretend to have a headache just now?"
Huan Qingyan got the guarantee from Huan Beiming and smiled playfully, "of course. Didn't dad remind me to play?"
Father and daughter looked at each other and laughed happily.
"Go to the old soup Pavilion tomorrow. My father will teach you to identify all kinds of ingredients first." Huan Beiming confessed again and got up and left.
Huan Qinyan sent Huan Beiming to the door. He didn't turn into the house until he had gone a long way.
Study this ancient bowl well.
It is full of cracks, tawny, round and has no color at all. Based on its appearance, if it is thrown on the roadside, it is estimated that beggars will pick it up and beg for food.
Most spiritual masters can sense the ingredients with aura value, but the specific aura value of a aura ingredient is not clear, so they can only rely on experience.
With the aura value of the ancient bowl to distinguish the ingredients, it is clear at a glance.
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Huan Beiming handed the ancient bowl to Huan Qingyan, "Xiaoyan, this ancient bowl was originally intended for you. Don't have a burden. Dad found that this ancient bowl should be of great use. It's not just as simple as identifying food, but he hasn't found out what the secret is. He's very ashamed that it will be yours in the future. You should study it and keep it well."
This father is really good.
Huan Qingyan gently held the ancient bowl. "Thank you, Dad. Dad is a gastronomist. It's useful for Dad to hold the ancient bowl. I shouldn't matter for the time being. If there's anything, dad will protect me."
Huan Beiming reached out and lovingly touched Huan's head, "Twenty years ago, there was a war between the human and demon races. The first war was five or six years. I don't know what will happen in the future. If you can take care of helping your brother Xinghan in the future, you can help him. If you can't take care of it, the fantasy family will disappear. Even if you take care of yourself first, dad will never blame you..."
How could this be like some feeling of confessing later events, which made Huan Qingyan very uncomfortable.
"Dad, Xiaoyan will protect her parents and brothers. Xiaoyan is also a member of the fantasy family!"
Huan Beiming withdrew his hand and sighed with incomparable kindness, "well, we Xiaoyan are filial. My father knows it. It's my blessing that my father can protect Xiaoyan so big."
"By the way, Dad, you are in poor health. Don't be overworked. It's the hardest job in the culinary profession. Dad, promise me to make less spiritual food for the royal family and keep more health, will you?" Huan Qingyan sincerely advised.
Fantasy home has a pot of old soup that has not been broken for thousands of years, which has been passed down from generation to generation.
With a pot of millennium old soup and his master level of cuisine, magic Beiming is enough to make magic mansion one of the great aristocratic families of chuiyun empire.
What's more, what's not good for your health?
Once a person dies, everything disappears and remains coveted by outsiders.
Huan Beiming was very pleased. "Xiaoyan also knows that it hurts. Dad is very happy and will pay attention. Did you pretend to have a headache just now?"
Huan Qingyan got the guarantee from Huan Beiming and smiled playfully, "of course. Didn't dad remind me to play?"
Father and daughter looked at each other and laughed happily.
"Go to the old soup Pavilion tomorrow. My father will teach you to identify all kinds of ingredients first." Huan Beiming confessed again and got up and left.
Huan Qinyan sent Huan Beiming to the door. He didn't turn into the house until he had gone a long way.
Study this ancient bowl well.
It is full of cracks, tawny, round and has no color at all. Based on its appearance, if it is thrown on the roadside, it is estimated that beggars will pick it up and beg for food.
Most spiritual masters can sense the ingredients with aura value, but the specific aura value of a aura ingredient is not clear, so they can only rely on experience.
With the aura value of the ancient bowl to distinguish the ingredients, it is clear at a glance.
This novel has been translated by www.novelhall. com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.
Huan Beiming handed the ancient bowl to Huan Qingyan, "Xiaoyan, this ancient bowl was originally intended for you. Don't have a burden. Dad found that this ancient bowl should be of great use. It's not just as simple as identifying food, but he hasn't found out what the secret is. He's very ashamed that it will be yours in the future. You should study it and keep it well."This father is really good.Huan Qingyan gently held the ancient bowl. "Thank you, Dad. Dad is a gastronomist. It's useful for Dad to hold the ancient bowl. I shouldn't matter for the time being. If there's anything, dad will protect me."Huan Beiming reached out and lovingly touched Huan's head, "Twenty years ago, there was a war between the human and demon races. The first war was five or six years. I don't know what will happen in the future. If you can take care of helping your brother Xinghan in the future, you can help him. If you can't take care of it, the fantasy family will disappear. Even if you take care of yourself first, dad will never blame you..."How could this be like some feeling of confessing later events, which made Huan Qingyan very uncomfortable."Dad, Xiaoyan will protect her parents and brothers. Xiaoyan is also a member of the fantasy family!"Huan Beiming withdrew his hand and sighed with incomparable kindness, "well, we Xiaoyan are filial. My father knows it. It's my blessing that my father can protect Xiaoyan so big.""By the way, Dad, you are in poor health. Don't be overworked. It's the hardest job in the culinary profession. Dad, promise me to make less spiritual food for the royal family and keep more health, will you?" Huan Qingyan sincerely advised.Fantasy home has a pot of old soup that has not been broken for thousands of years, which has been passed down from generation to generation.With a pot of millennium old soup and his master level of cuisine, magic Beiming is enough to make magic mansion one of the great aristocratic families of chuiyun empire.What's more, what's not good for your health?Once a person dies, everything disappears and remains coveted by outsiders.Huan Beiming was very pleased. "Xiaoyan also knows that it hurts. Dad is very happy and will pay attention. Did you pretend to have a headache just now?"Huan Qingyan got the guarantee from Huan Beiming and smiled playfully, "of course. Didn't dad remind me to play?"Father and daughter looked at each other and laughed happily."Go to the old soup Pavilion tomorrow. My father will teach you to identify all kinds of ingredients first." Huan Beiming confessed again and got up and left.Huan Qinyan sent Huan Beiming to the door. He didn't turn into the house until he had gone a long way.Study this ancient bowl well.It is full of cracks, tawny, round and has no color at all. Based on its appearance, if it is thrown on the roadside, it is estimated that beggars will pick it up and beg for food.Most spiritual masters can sense the ingredients with aura value, but the specific aura value of a aura ingredient is not clear, so they can only rely on experience.With the aura value of the ancient bowl to distinguish the ingredients, it is clear at a glance.This novel has been translated by www.novelhall. com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.
