The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 648: Protecting with a Lifetime

The night deepened.

Snowflakes began falling more densely in Capital City’s night sky—it seemed like a heavy snowfall was on its way tonight.

In the dining room of the Ye family’s villa, two more tables had been added. A crowd of elders gathered for a chat, making this the first Lunar New Year’s Eve that so many high-ranking members joined together for a meal. And the reason behind this gathering was none other than Ye Chenfeng, an indicator of the great influence he had in these old timers’ eyes.

The Ye family’s patriarch, Ye Zhenhong, said with a sigh, "Chenfeng, it seems your reputation now surpasses even mine! These old fellows came all the way for you. It’s been a while since the Ye family’s Lunar New Year’s Eve was this lively."

Ye Chenfeng hadn’t expected the high-ranking members to honor him so, which put him in a very good mood. With the prepared dishes running low, he decided to personally cook a few dishes as a token of appreciation for the elders—as his cooking was not so easily enjoyed by others.

"Grandpa, I’m going to cook a few dishes in the kitchen, I’m a bit eager to do so today," Ye Chenfeng casually remarked before heading to the kitchen.

Ye Zhenhong had tasted Ye Chenfeng’s culinary skills and the memory of it still made him involuntarily swallow his saliva. The deliciousness was unforgettable to this day.

"Zhenhong, what’s Chenfeng doing in the kitchen?" Yu Fengnian saw Ye Chenfeng’s retreating figure walking towards the kitchen and couldn’t help but approach Ye Zhenhong to inquire.

"You old guys are in for a treat today, because you shamelessly came to our house for a meal, which resulted in our prepared dishes running a bit short. Hence, Chenfeng is preparing to cook a few dishes himself," said Ye Zhenhong, his mouth watering as he spoke.

Ye Zhenhong’s words caught the attention of all the high-ranking officials in the room. Yu Fengnian, eyes wide in disbelief, said, "Zhenhong, did you say Chenfeng is going to cook personally? Does Chenfeng even know how to cook?"

"Zhenhong, aren’t you exaggerating a bit? What do you mean by we’re in for a treat? We’re happy that Chenfeng is cooking for us old guys, but is his cooking really better than that of a five-star hotel’s chef? So don’t worry, Zhenhong, no matter how Chenfeng’s dishes turn out, we’ll make sure to eat them all," Yang Yuan said with a laugh.

Wu Anguo, having also tried the dishes made by Ye Chenfeng, quickly interjected, "Zhenhong isn’t talking nonsense. Today, you old fellows will taste Chenfeng’s culinary talents, which is quite a blessing. Even I and Zhenhong have only tasted Chenfeng’s cooking a handful of times."

"Are the dishes Chenfeng makes really as good as you guys say? I’ll have to give them a thorough try later then," Yu Fengnian said, still somewhat skeptical of Ye Zhenhong and Wu Anguo’s claims.

On the side, Ye Dongjian and Wu Kunming constantly salivated upon hearing that Ye Chenfeng would be cooking; they too had tasted his cooking before, and it was indescribable—a divine pleasure akin to ascending to heaven.

In the Ye family’s kitchen, the women helped out as Ye Chenfeng’s assistants. He cooked extra portions of each dish, first indulging the women present, so in the end, they didn’t assist much but focused on eating. They abandoned all semblance of ladylike decorum, feasting as though they were starved ghosts reborn.

In about half an hour, Ye Chenfeng successfully finished five different dishes, leaving Wu Xiaofei and other ladies fully satisfied, each glancing at one another with embarrassed and blushing cheeks.

Ye Chenfeng distributed each dish among three plates, presenting the first dish—a Kung Pao chicken.

In the Ye family’s dining room, everyone had started off with the cold dishes, sitting in their chairs. When the three plates of Kung Pao chicken were served, at first glance they looked just like what one might find at any outside restaurant. Ye Zhenhong said, "Everyone, try Chenfeng’s cooking! If you miss out now, you won’t have such an easy time experiencing this deliciousness again."

Yu Fengnian thought Ye Zhenhong was overstating it—wasn’t it just an ordinary plate of Kung Pao chicken? Could it really be that delicious?

Yu Fengnian was the first to pick up his chopsticks, taking a piece of chicken into his mouth and began to chew slowly. As he chewed, the expression on his face changed, and the speed at which his chopsticks reached for the Kung Pao chicken quickened.

Seeing Yu Fengnian’s strange behavior, other high-ranking officials also started to taste the Kung Pao chicken, and they, too, lost control—they simply couldn’t resist such flavor.

Ye Chenfeng’s knife skills and seasoning were unmatched by any chef of this era, so the Kung Pao chicken he made could be considered the most perfect in the world.

In just under a minute, the plate of Kung Pao chicken on the high-ranking officials’ table was wiped clean. They hadn’t even savored the taste yet and, looking to take more from their children’s table, they found that the other two plates of Kung Pao chicken had been completely devoured as well.

As each dish was served, these old men were scrambling for food like beggars who hadn’t eaten in days; the scene was indeed splendid, yet filled with periodic bickering.

"Old Yu, that last piece of sweet and sour spare ribs was clearly grabbed by me first; are you not being shameless here?" Yang Yuan glared and blustered at Yu Fengnian.

Yu Fengnian, elated from snatching a piece of the sweet and sour spare ribs from under Yang Yuan’s chopsticks, casually replied, "Old Yang, you’re mistaken. The spare ribs haven’t even made it to your bowl! So, where was I shameless?"

Yang Yuan swallowed saliva, his face breaking into a smile, and said to Ye Chenfeng, "Chenfeng, hurry up and serve the next dish!"

Ye Chenfeng simply shrugged and responded, "Do you really think I’m the chef today? I’ve only cooked five dishes, and that’s because I was in a good mood. Otherwise, do you think you’d have the chance to taste my cooking?"

The assembled senior members showed signs of disappointment but also felt somewhat embarrassed to keep asking Ye Chenfeng to cook. Now, they were increasingly convinced that they should get Ye Chenfeng as a grandson-in-law. Not only could he go to the battlefield, but he could also take to the kitchen; he was simply the perfect candidate. Besides, after eating the dishes Ye Chenfeng cooked tonight, would any other food taste the same to them?

After eating a few bites, Ye Chenfeng grabbed two bottles of Moutai and walked outside, sitting on the steps outside the Ye family’s villa. He tightened his clothes and let snowflakes fall upon him, then opened a bottle of Moutai and took a swig. Tomorrow, he was set to officially embark on his journey to the Ancient Martial World, and his mood suddenly became somewhat restless.

Wu Xiaofei and the other girls, unaware of when, also stepped out of the Ye home and sat down beside Ye Chenfeng. Wu Xiaofei opened the other bottle of Moutai, took a swig, and then passed the bottle to Ning Yuting. Without a word, Ning Yuting took a gulp before handing the bottle to Zhao Wanting...

The girls remained silent, just quietly accompanying Ye Chenfeng as they drank, their cheeks flushed red from the alcohol, their heads spinning, yet they continued to sip one by one.

Suddenly, Ye Chenfeng stood up from the steps, looked up at the snowy night sky, and roared, "Life is too short for soberness."

Then, he turned around to face the girls sitting on the steps—Wu Xiaofei, Ning Yuting, Bai Xueling, Zhao Wanting, Tang Xin, and Wang Feifei—and counted, "One, two, three, four, five, six."

"Add Han Chuxue, and that makes seven. It seems I, Ye Chenfeng, am set to become the modern rendition of Wei Xiaobao."

Ye Chenfeng stretched out his arms and embraced the girls, saying, "Let’s take the sky as our blanket and the earth as our bed tonight!"

"Brother Chenfeng, so you like outdoor battles!" Tang Xin’s face turned beet red.

"Chenfeng, I find your interests getting more and more perverse." Bai Xueling wore a blissful smile on her face.

"Chenfeng, meeting you is the greatest fortune of my life," Wu Xiaofei said with deep affection.

...

Hearing the playful and affectionate words of the girls, Ye Chenfeng also said, "Meeting you all is also my greatest fortune."

That night.

Snow filled the sky.

Ye Chenfeng and the girls frolicked ceaselessly in the snow.

That night.

Ye Chenfeng knew these women were the ones he would have to protect and cherish for the rest of his life. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to QiDian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please go to m.qidian.com to read.)