The businesswoman flirting with her husband: Prince Tsundere, don't get angry!

Chapter 217
Xiaocao'er took it very seriously, and glanced at Han Yi with admiration.

"Miss is really amazing, such a living god can be invited home, and let him be a master!"

Han Yi was a little ashamed, smiled awkwardly, and said nothing.

She is also a mortal body, so she can't tell whether there is a living god or not. If Mo Qi hadn't appeared suddenly and made a martial arts appraisal, she might have regarded him as a charlatan who touched porcelain.

When the food was almost ready, Han Yi brought it to the table.

The old Taoist took a look and smacked his mouth: "The disciple also said that he would please eat delicious food for the teacher. Obviously, it is not enough."

Han Yi looked at it, smelled it, and felt good about herself.

"Look, master, it's all delicious in color and fragrance. This is the first time I cook. My little man has never eaten the food I cooked with my own hands."

"Really?" The old Taoist grinned when he heard this.

"Of course it's true." Han Yi nodded immediately.

Satisfied, the old Taoist wiped his hands on the messy Taoist robe, preparing to grab a chicken on the table.

"For the sake of my disciple's filial piety, I will start as a teacher first..."

"Hey hey..." Han Yi couldn't help but stop her.

"Master, why don't you wash your hands before eating?"

The old Taoist snorted, "What? Do you dislike Master?"

Han Yi sneered: "How could it be?"

She thought of a reason, and said solemnly: "Master, if you want to taste the deliciousness in its entirety, you must not let any other factors affect it. There are too many delicious foods on your hands. What you can taste is all kinds of flavors in the world, and this pure natural and pollution-free chicken is really ruined, don’t you think?”

The old Taoist's hand holding the chicken stopped abruptly, paused, then took it back, nodded thoughtfully and said: "The disciple is still right, as a master, let's remove the smell from the hand, and then take it away again." Taste the apprentice's craftsmanship."

Han Yi relaxed her heart, and shouted with a smile: "Xiao Cao'er! Get a basin of water!"

Xiaocao'er responded immediately, and after a while came over with water and a fragrant pill by the way.

This kind of scented pill is equivalent to the soap in the previous life, the effect is not as good, but it is better than nothing.

The old man really gave Han Yi a face, he washed his hands seriously, and the wash water turned muddy, and Xiaocao'er frowned with some disgust.

The old Taoist threw the towel away and laughed.

"It's still a disciple."

Han Yi pursed her lips and made a gesture: "Please master to taste the apprentice's handicraft."

The old Taoist was already hungry, so he stopped being polite and started to move immediately.

Although he said that Han Yi's craftsmanship was not good enough before, he still wiped it all out and said something with a full belch.

"Yes, Not Bad."

Han Yi packed the dishes with admiration for his cheap master's appetite, and said by the way: "Master, I will tidy up a room for you later. My yard looks small, but there are many rooms."

The old Taoist wiped his mouth and shook his head: "No, I'm used to using the sky as my cover and the earth as my furnace, so I'm really not used to sleeping on the bed."

Han Yi was surprised when he heard the words: "Could it be that the master still sleeps on the street?"

The old man took out the bag of silver that Han Yi had given him earlier from his sleeve, squinted his eyes and smiled.

"No, I have my own place to be a teacher."

The demeanor and words of the old man really made Han Yi think of going elsewhere. Could it be that at such an old age, the master is still learning to do some romantic things with lively young people?

"Master, are you going to Fenghua Xueyuan?" She asked without a word.

(End of this chapter)