Yang Fei respectfully greeted the elder.

The elder sized up Yang Fei and nodded.

"Very good, indeed identical, Yinxue has a good eye."

Yang Fei felt somewhat puzzled by this.

However, Su Yinxue knew what the elder meant and smiled, motioning for Yang Fei to sit down.

The elder instructed the kitchen to prepare a meal, twisting his beard with a smile.

"Today you're in for a treat. Afu just caught three bass. We'll have a taste of his authentic Sichuan culinary skills."

Su Yinxue was overjoyed, "Grandpa Fuu is also here? I'll go help in the kitchen."

The elder stopped Su Yinxue.

"That stubborn old man has quite a temper."

"When he's cooking, he strictly forbids others from being around. This old fellow can even chase me out, heh heh."

Yi Liu, however, didn't dare to breathe too loudly, sitting stiffly at the bottom of the long table.

Upon hearing this discussion about the cook from these three, Yang Fei couldn't help but be very curious.

Such pretension from a cook was indeed rare.

Seeing his confusion, Yi Liu leaned in close.

He whispered, "Brother-in-law, you must never provoke Grandpa Fuu."

"His temper is very bad, and everyone in the Yi Family fears him."

Yang Fei found this utterly incomprehensible.

"He's that formidable? Isn't he just Grandpa Yi's chef?"

Yi Liu shushed him with a finger to his lips, his face showing great apprehension.

"Don't talk like that. It would be terrible if he heard you."

"Grandpa Fuu has been with Grandpa for ten years, not only as Grandpa's chef but also as his bodyguard."

"Master Yi learned his kung fu from him."

"What, Master Yi is his disciple?"

Yang Fei was suddenly shocked, as Master Yi's Martial Arts Skills had already achieved Core Formation to Divine Communication.

If the disciple was this powerful, one can only imagine the master.

This chef named Afu, just how far has his Martial Arts reached in terms of Realm?

No wonder everyone in the Yi Family was so wary of an old man.

Yang Fei really wanted to sneak a peek in the kitchen but felt it wouldn't be polite.

Such a formidable Great Grandmaster would undoubtedly have an exceedingly quirky temperament.

Should he actually anger him, he feared he might not be able to handle the consequences.

While these thoughts ran through his mind, Yang Fei continued to chat politely with the Head of Yi Family.

He was amiable, as long as he wasn't annoyed.

From the distinguished gentlemen of high society to the street vendors, he could make all of them laugh and enjoy his company.

The Family Head was amused by Yang Fei's wit and humor, laughing heartily and enjoying himself very much.

Su Yinxue was making tea on the side, her gaze on Yang Fei becoming extremely tender, a contrast to her usual cold and indifferent demeanor.

Yang Fei probed obliquely, trying to learn more about Afu's background.

"You mentioned Grandpa Fuu earlier, saying his culinary skills are very exquisite. I'm curious, when did Grandpa Yi meet him?"

The Family Head looked deeply at Yang Fei.

"Nine years ago, I was negotiating a business deal in Zhonghai when I saw Afu suffering from a serious illness, lying on the street ignored by everyone."

"On a whim of compassion, I had someone send him to the nearest hospital."

"After Afu recovered, he had nowhere to go, so he followed me to Jincheng City."

Yang Fei responded with an "Oh," his curiosity increasing.

Martial artists seldom fall ill, and once they achieve Strength Transformation, they are virtually immune to all diseases.

After reaching Core Formation to Divine Communication, the body becomes very robust.

The detoxification functions of the internal organs reach an unfathomable level; it would be impossible for them to fall ill.

Thus, this Grandpa Fuu should only be knowledgeable in profound Martial Studies but isn't necessarily an exceptional Martial Arts Master himself.

As they were chatting, Yang Fei suddenly smelled a spicy and pungent aroma of cooked dishes.

He couldn't help but feel his mouth water, "Exquisite indeed. I wonder if there's any good liquor?"

The old man smiled faintly.

"Although I can't drink because of my illness, I have a few decades-old authentic bottles of Maotai hidden away."

"Today is a good day to bring them out, and everyone can have a couple of drinks."

As he spoke, the old man stood up, coughing twice.

"Old Man Fuu, bring up that jar of Maotai from the wine cabinet."

"I'm in a good mood today, come have a couple of drinks later,"

from the direction of the kitchen, came a rough and husky voice.

"Grandma's lousy brush pen won't bloom, Old Man Yi, you're just asking for trouble."

"Heart disease and now cancer, you really still want to drink?"

The voice was aged, deep with an unrivaled coarseness, yet it seemed to carry infinite sorrow and regret.

Yinxue was startled upon hearing this voice.

This voice was incredibly strange yet deeply familiar.

It was as if he had heard this voice somewhere before.

He stood there, dumbstruck, only to see a man in his late forties, limping towards him.

The man was dragging a tray with one hand.

On the pitch-black tray, seven or eight small dishes were neatly arranged.

On the other side, indeed, there was a jar of liquor.

The man's crew cut, like a hedgehog's quills, bristled in all directions.

His face was full of a cynical air, and he was cursing under his breath.

The man's steps were very steady.

Oddly enough, Yinxue couldn't detect any flow of Essence Qi from him,

nor any pressure of a Martial Arts Master.

However, for some reason, Yinxue instinctively felt

that this seemingly ordinary man was not to be underestimated.

It seemed that if he wished, he could erase Yinxue's existence with a wave of his hand.

This feeling, even when facing The Two Immortals of the Forbidden City at Dragon King Hall, was absent.

The man's legs were quite inconvenient, he limped along.

Yet the steaming hot soup and dishes, not to speak of spilling, even the slightest tremor was absent.

Yinxue's eyes narrowed, feeling a deep sense of dread.

Just at that moment, the man's eyes suddenly caught sight of Yinxue's face.

His figure immediately stiffened, his eyes fixed in place.

On the man's face, expressions flickered.

In an instant, surprise, delight, sadness, and suffering, a myriad of peculiar expressions crossed his face.

He suddenly slammed the tray down hard on the table, his face turning dark.

"One could simply eat in the dining hall, yet you purposely trouble me to cook."

"Old Man Yi, don't think that just because you don't have many days left, I won't beat you up!"

Everyone was startled.

Yi Liu was even more terrified, almost jumping up to run away.

Such a brazen and shocking cook was unheard of and unseen by Yi Liu.

Yinxue had never heard or seen the likes of this before.

After speaking, the man turned and left.

He limped away rapidly, quickly disappearing into the kitchen.

Yet the family head seemed to have long gotten used to the man's rough disrespect.

He smiled and tried to keep him.

"Brother Afu, we have guests today, come out for a drink?"

"I'm not in the mood!"

The man bellowed out roughly, and then silence followed.

Yinxue, Su Yinxue, and the others looked at each other, while the family head laughed it off, shaking his head.

"Afu is just like that, temperamental. We don't need to mind him, let's eat," he said.

Yinxue was full of doubts.

This strange cook, Afu, gave Yinxue a very special feeling.

He felt as if he was a family member, a senior from a long, long time ago.

Even though too much time had passed and he had forgotten all their shared past,

the innate sense of closeness still lingered.

The elderly man poured wine for Yinxue, while Su Yinxue and Yi Liu began to eat.

Afu's cooking was exceptionally delicious, and the Maotai Liquor was rich and flavorful.

Yet Yang Fei's mind was continuously preoccupied with the strange cook, Afu, unable to settle down.

Yinxue haphazardly drank a few glasses of wine, then could no longer hold back.

He found an excuse, slipped out of the Fish Pavilion, and stealthily made his way toward the kitchen.

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