For a moment, Qian Chen felt that he was on the field.

The mountains in the distance are covered with snow. Nearby endless golden fields, the breeze blows, rippling golden waves...

Moo!

At the edge of the field, a few black and white cows make a leisurely call.

Not far away, a small cottage made of cedar and gray stone is a small wooden house, and there are constant bursts of smoke rising from the chimney.

It's a peaceful farmhouse with a laid-back atmosphere.

Qian Chen suddenly felt that his whole soul was calming down, even if he stayed in this quiet and peaceful world forever.

"Hey... Feed! Wake up! ”

At this time, in a daze, Qian Chen heard a familiar voice calling him.

Qian Chen was startled and suddenly came to his senses.

Zhenna's worried expression met her eyelids.

Qian Chen subconsciously looked at the opposite side, and Joan of Arc was looking at him with a smug expression.

"I said I was going to turn you into my thing, and I did what I said."

Qian Chen couldn't help but have a headache, once a stubborn person turns black, it will be even worse if he is radical.

"Now that we're done with the food, let's try it right away."

Qian Chen hurriedly diverted the topic.

"Yes."

Joan of Arc nodded with a smile on her face, a look of excitement flashing in her eyes.

"I'm okay with that."

Zhenna said with a nonchalant face.

"It's still tasting each other, so who comes first?"

Qian Chen consulted the opinions of both sides.

"It's good that you decide, no matter how hard you struggle, you're going to lose.

And you... ”

Joan of Arc stretched out his finger and pointed at Qian Chen, and said with a determined face.

"Qian Chen, you are destined to belong to me."

Qian Chen shrugged his shoulders and was noncommittal.

He pulled Zhenna aside, and the two whispered about it.

"I think we can taste her food first."

Zhenna warned with a serious face.

"Taste each other, the order doesn't matter. But you can't eat her food. I'm worried that she's already done with the cooking. ”

Qian Chen didn't agree.

"Since it was said that the two of us would fight her together, how could you just let you taste it alone.

There is an old saying in our Celestial Empire: Happiness and hardship are the same. ”

Qian Chen said righteously.

Zhenna suddenly showed a touched expression.

Seeing Qian Chen and Zhenna muttering over there, Joan of Arc was suddenly unhappy.

She said impatiently.

"Have you discussed it? By the way, don't try to play tricks. Since it's a joint halberd, both of you must taste the food I made. If you don't agree, you lose this halberd.

Qian Chen, when the time comes, even if I use force, I will pour the food into your throat! ”

Joan of Arc licked her lips subconsciously, a raging smile on her face.

She now didn't care about the eyes of others at all, and her mouth was unbridled with dangerous speeches.

As Qian Chen expected, Joan of Arc really didn't give them any loopholes.

Man is a sword, I am a fish.

Fighting is definitely not beatable, and only by winning the victory of the halberd can there be a glimmer of life.

In the face of Joan of Arc's domineering speech, Zhenna stared at a pair of fiery eyes, but she dared not speak angrily.

Qian Chen didn't bargain, but directly picked up the spoon, looking as if he had accepted his fate.

Then he scooped up a spoonful of beef and put it in his mouth.

“！！！”

The beef melts in your mouth, is unusually soft and delicious, and the red wine, thyme, basil, and bacon build a perfect taste feast with the aroma of butter as the core!

Carrots also melt in your mouth and taste like cream, but they still retain the refreshing and sweet taste of fresh carrots.

Qian Chen's mind is now full of only one thought: 'How did she do it?'.

Sure enough, the Heavenly King's methods can only be glimpsed at that level.

The superficial taste experience is only secondary, and Qian Chen experienced a strong warm taste called 'home' in this dish.

It's a dish with a temperature, the temperature of home.

This feeling gradually made Qian Chen addicted...

Suddenly, Qian Chen woke up again and found himself lying on the grass at the edge of the field.

Sitting up, Qian Chen's brain was confused, and at this moment, an incomparably gentle voice sounded beside him.

"Qian Chen, it turns out that you are here, I have been looking for you for a long time."

Qian Chen subconsciously turned his head to look, and a beautiful girl's figure met his eyelids.

Her sun-like blonde hair was tied into a plain ponytail and hung down behind her, and her sky-blue pupils were as pure as sapphires, and she was looking at him with a gentle smile.

A large, plain white linen dress without any decoration was draped over her, as simple and pure as a floating cloud on the horizon.

Qian Chen's memory was a little disordered, and he asked with a puzzled expression.

"You are?"

The girl with a sweet smile on her face smiled and took his hand.

"I'm your new wife, and the one you love the most, Joan of Arc!"

"Joan, Joan of Arc, the name is familiar, I have indeed heard it somewhere."

Qian Chen's eyes still had a hint of confusion, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it.

So Qian Chen inexplicably had a wife, although his wife was very beautiful, very simple, and very virtuous.

Qian Chen sat on a chair in the farmhouse, watching Joan of Arc's busy back in the kitchen.

A faint sense of warmth welled up in my heart.

'It seems ... That's not bad. ’

Qian Chen said in his heart.

Then he and Joan of Arc lived a very quiet and peaceful farm life.

Every morning, Joan of Arc, who was lying in the same bed with him, would get up first, make a hearty and delicious breakfast, and then kiss him on the forehead to wake him up from his slumber.

At the breakfast table, the two chatted about the same topic, but they still talked and laughed. After breakfast, the two of them went out side by side, working in the fields, or milking the cows.

Towards noon, Joan of Arc would go home early, prepare lunch, and then wait for Qian Chen to come back and enjoy it together.

When the afternoon was over, Joan of Arc and Joan of Arc lay down on the hill by the field to rest, chatting, napping, or quietly watching the clouds overhead.

In the evening, after enjoying a delicious dinner, Qian Chen would sometimes pull Joan of Arc to the roof, and the two would snuggle together and enjoy the pure night sky and bright stars.

When they were sleepy, the two hugged each other, said goodnight to each other, and then lay on a bed and fell asleep...

This kind of life goes on and on, and the quiet and peaceful atmosphere makes Qian Chen not feel boring and boring at all.

Because he had become accustomed to Joan of Arc's company, it was as if something was missing in his heart without her.

Something is missing ...

This question began to bother Qian Chen gradually.

The peaceful life is as always, but Qian Chen has something on his mind.

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