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Chapter 132: Do you like gentle offensive?

"Miko..."

Noticing Nakolu's arrival, Miyamoto Musashi stopped swinging his sword, called out respectfully, and then explained.

"I'm not practicing the second level, I'm looking for my own shortcomings..."

After being instructed by Jiang Mingche in the early morning, Miyamoto Musashi has been concentrating on improving his own shortcomings in the training ground, repeating the sword techniques that Jiang Mingche used to defeat him.

After meditating for a whole morning, he now gradually understood what Jiang Mingche said before he left.

Although his Nitianyilu is domineering, it has many shortcomings.

“Looking for your own shortcomings?”

"But if you keep repeating the same action, can you find your own shortcomings?"

Nakolu blinked and asked with some confusion.

Although she didn't know swordsmanship, she didn't think that Miyamoto Musashi would see any effect if he continued to practice like this.

"Of course you can. This is what the Regent taught me this morning..."

"What does the witch want to see me for?"

Putting the two swords back into the scabbards at his waist, Miyamoto Musashi asked in a deep voice.

"Nothing, I just happened to pass by..."

"Is the regent's swordsmanship better than yours?"

Nakolu shook her head, and then couldn't help but ask.

It was when she was strolling around the Honglu Temple that she discovered Miyamoto Musashi practicing, so she stopped to watch out of curiosity.

As for the regent mentioned by Miyamoto Musashi, she naturally knew that it was Jiang Mingche who received her and others last night.

Miyamoto Musashi is the best swordsman in Dusan.

Although his cultivation level is not among the best, his superb swordsmanship has already won everyone's recognition.

The regent looks to be in his early twenties. Could it be that his understanding of kendo is even higher than that of Miyamoto Musashi?

"That's right..."

"Compared to him, my swordsmanship is really nothing..."

"In terms of swordsmanship alone, he can defeat me with just one sword..."

Miyamoto Musashi nodded and admitted it openly.

There is nothing wrong with admitting this kind of thing, after all, he is indeed not as skilled as others.

He was not at all surprised to be defeated by Jiang Mingche.

"One sword?"

After hearing Miyamoto Musashi's answer, Nakolu became curious about the young regent.

How powerful must this regent be to be able to defeat Dusan’s number one swordsman with just one sword?

The palace, inside the attic.

It was already noon when Jiang Mingche slowly got up from the bed.

I looked at Ali who was still sleeping beside me, and the pillow soaked with tears...

Jiang Mingche showed a satisfied smile on his face. He gently kissed the rabbit-eared girl on the forehead, then got up and got out of bed.

After arriving outside the attic door, Jiang Mingche opened his arms, stretched lazily, and breathed in the fresh air.

After practicing in Xuantian Realm for more than half a year, Ah Li suffered a lot yesterday. Jiang Mingche felt a little guilty.

Although little Ali was very reluctant, he still played duo with her all night and helped her get a high score.

In order to make up for his guilt towards the bunny-eared girl, Jiang Mingche plans to cook for the little girl himself to nourish her body.

Thinking of this, Jiang Mingche went straight towards the kitchen.

Although he doesn't need to cook on a normal day, Jiang Mingche has not forgotten his skills.

After arriving at the kitchen, Jiang Mingche asked the maid to prepare some chicken and lotus seed soup for him, and Yin Mu'er started to get busy.

Watching Jiang Mingche start cooking in an orderly manner, the aroma from the pot spread throughout the kitchen.

All the young cooks present looked at each other in bewilderment.

When will our prince learn to cook?

And how can it smell so good?

The fragrance emanating from the kitchen directly attracted Yunying who was passing by.

Yun Ying paused, sniffed, and then her eyes lit up.

She walked straight towards the kitchen with a pair of long, straight legs.

The little girl had been practicing from early morning to noon, and she was already hungry.

Attracted by the fragrance, Yun Ying couldn't help but feel hungry and her stomach started to growl.

"Xiaofang, what did you do today?"

"Why does it smell so good?"

After entering the kitchen, Yunying spoke impatiently.

But when Yun Ying saw Jiang Mingche busying himself at the stove, she was completely stunned.

My goodness, why is it that pervert Jiang Mingche who is cooking?

Also, why does the food this guy cooks smell so good?

Yun Ying had never seen Jiang Mingche cook before, and she really didn't know that he had this skill.

Jiang Mingche, as the regent of the Tang Dynasty, is now cooking in his own kitchen?

If I tell this to others, I'm afraid no one will believe it, right?

"What are you doing, pervert?"

"Why does it smell so good..."

After coming to Jiang Mingche's side, Yun Ying swallowed and looked towards the iron pot unconsciously.

Along with the rising smoke, a fragrance that Yunying had never smelled before lingered at her nose.

It was a meaty aroma, but Yun Ying couldn't tell what kind of meat it was. She was also a little surprised at Jiang Mingche's cooking skills.

Growing up, the best meals Yun Ying had ever eaten were the meals prepared by the chefs at Shengtian Restaurant opened by Jiang Mingche.

The food at Shengtian Restaurant is so delicious that you will linger after having it once. It is even more delicious than the imperial meals in Daming Palace.

But now the aroma wafting from the kitchen was more fragrant than any she had ever tasted at Shengtian Restaurant.

"Why don't you call me brother?"

Jiang Mingche stopped what he was doing and looked back at Yun Ying.

Ever since I taught this little girl the Fiery Origin, the way she addressed me has returned to what it was before.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Yun Ying stuck out her little pink tongue, hugged Jiang Mingche's arm and shook it.

Under normal circumstances, she would definitely not compromise easily.

But she wanted to taste Jiang Mingche's food later, so she just continued speaking along the lines of what Jiang Mingche said.

"Kun soup, and some lotus seed soup and fungus porridge."

"Kun Tang?"

"What is Kuntang?"

Yun Ying looked at Jiang Mingche in confusion. She drank chicken soup, beef soup, and mutton soup.

But what is this Kun Tang???

“It’s just chicken soup…”

Jiang Mingche explained and lifted the lid of the pot.

The lid of the pot was opened, and hot steam continued to rise from the iron pot.

The chicken soup, which had been simmering for nearly half an hour, was finally done.

Jiang Mingche picked up a spoon, scooped some chicken soup from the pot and tasted it, then nodded with some satisfaction.

“It still tastes the same…”

After he added special seasonings, the chicken soup no longer had its original salty and greasy taste, but was filled with a rich meaty aroma, which was just right for nourishing little Ali.

"Good brother, I want to eat too..."

Looking at Jiang Mingche's face full of enjoyment, Yun Ying licked her little pink lips and her index finger began to move.

"Give...."

Jiang Mingche casually handed the spoon he had just used to drink soup to Yun Ying.

Anyway, there was a big pot of chicken soup, so he was not afraid that the little girl Yunying would drink it all.

Looking at the soup spoon handed to her, Yun Ying's face suddenly turned red.

This is a big pervert.

How could she, the eldest daughter of the Yun family, use the soup spoon that Jiang Mingche used?

Yun Ying instinctively wanted to refuse, but she couldn't resist the meaty aroma of the chicken soup.

After hesitating for a moment, he scooped some chicken soup with a spoon and drank it slowly.

Along with the rich aroma being sent into the mouth, there are some other light fragrances.

Yunying's face turned even redder. Having kissed Jiang Mingche before, she naturally knew that this was the taste of Jiang Mingche's lips.

"Delicious."

After drinking the chicken soup in the spoon, Yunying's eyes lit up and her face became a little excited.

She had never tasted such delicious chicken soup in her life.

I don’t know what ingredients Jiang Mingche added to the chicken soup to perfectly preserve the aroma of the chicken.

It also removes the salty, greasy taste.

"I want more."

After drinking the chicken soup in the spoon, Yun Ying couldn't wait to fill a big bowl for herself.

She just picked up the bowl and started drinking without any ladylike manner.

"Drink slowly, no one is going to snatch it from you..."

Looking at Yun Ying's expression, Jiang Mingche shook his head, feeling somewhat amused and helpless.

He stretched out his hand and wiped the soup stains from the corners of the little girl's mouth.

"Stupid, the chicken soup is flowing out of the corners of your mouth..."

Looking at Jiang Mingche who was wiping the corner of her mouth with a gentle look on his face, Yun Ying put down the bowl of soup in her hand and lowered her head shyly.

Normally, Jiang Mingche always treated her in a perverted way. She couldn't stand Jiang Mingche's sudden gentle action...

It seems like I will fall in the next second...

"Good brother..."

Yunying opened her seductive red lips and called out softly.

She no longer has the arrogance and domineering feeling of the past, and is now very well-behaved.

This made Jiang Mingche feel strange.

Why didn't he realize before that this little girl Yunying seemed to prefer his gentle attack?

In the past, Jiang Mingche had a preconceived notion that a proud little girl like Yun Ying should like a man who was more domineering than himself.

Now it seems that he was completely wrong.

If you want this beautiful girl to be obedient, you have to use the gentle offensive that you are best at.

"Good brother, I want to drink more..."

After raising her head, Yun Ying licked her lips with her little pink tongue and said shyly.

She really didn't expect that the food Jiang Mingche cooked could be so delicious.

It tasted better than anything she had ever eaten.

It seems that the skills of the chefs at Shengtian Restaurant were taught by Jiang Mingche himself. Yun Ying guessed secretly in her heart.

"it is good."

Jiang Mingche reached out and touched Yunying's little head, picked up the soup spoon and poured a large bowl of chicken soup into Yunying's soup bowl.

"Hehe, thank you, good brother..."

Yun Ying laughed twice in a naive way, then started drinking from the bowl of soup again.

But this time she didn't swallow it directly, but licked it with a ladylike little mouthful...

Looking at Yunying's little pink tongue constantly going in and out of her seductive red lips, Jiang Mingche's expression suddenly became a little puzzled.

"Brother, why are you looking at me like that..."

Noticing Jiang Mingche's gaze, Yun Ying asked shyly.

After drinking the chicken soup in the bowl, she placed the bowl on the table beside her and clenched her tender white hands tightly together.

Miss Yun, who has always been carefree and unconventional, suddenly became a little restrained.

"Can you do me a favor?"

Jiang Mingche swallowed, took a deep breath, and suppressed his inner unrest.

"What's the deal?"

Yunying asked with some curiosity, being very well behaved.

She stood in front of Jiang Mingche coquettishly, like a maid waiting for her master's orders.