Jizhou City, a small border city belonging to the Great Qin Empire, with the arrival of the winter solstice, the entire city is shrouded in the snow.

Because of the cold weather, there are few pedestrians on the streets of Jizhou City, many shops are deserted, business is cold, at the eaves of a street corner, a little boy who is about seven or eight years old squatting there, the little boy's face is red, his hands are crossed tightly wrapped in front of him, and his small body can't help but shiver a little in the cold wind.

The afterglow on the top of the mountain in the west quickly sank, and the dark color advanced rapidly from west to east, passing mountains and rivers along the way, and it was not long before the easternmost city of Jizhou in the empire was submerged.

Many shops in the city have closed early, only a few are still faintly lit, and under the dim lights of the streets, a little beggar walks alone in the cold and biting night, holding a tattered porcelain bowl in his frozen red hand, but the small bowl on which the little beggar lives is empty.

After walking for a short time, the little beggar only felt that the sky was spinning in his head, and his body fell uncontrollably on the cold floor tiles, only to feel that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and then he fell asleep completely.

In the midst of a maple forest, a thatched hut lies quietly on a raised field, the roof and the ground are covered with thick snow, and the leafless maple branches are hung with long icicles, crystal clear and beautiful.

The smoke of the cooking stove did not break through the heavy snow on the roof, so it had to retreat from the eaves, and in the midst of the smoke, a beautiful guqin sound broke the silence of the maple forest and gave it life.

In a room in the thatched house, the little beggar lying on the wooden bed gradually opened his eyes, and the long-lost aroma of food filled his originally godless eyes with color, and his stomach began to sound uncontrollably, and his feet began to go towards the source of the fragrance without obeying the call, but where did he still have the strength after a few days of rice and water, and he stumbled and fell to the ground.

Struggling to stand up, it took a while to come to the door of the kitchen, looking inside stupidly, and saw an old man tinkering with the dishes in the pot, because the old man was facing away from the little beggar, he couldn't see what it looked like, but this did not affect the majesty in the little beggar's heart.

The little beggar's real name is Ye Chen, a person from Jizhou, who has lived with his grandfather since he was a child, in Ye Chen's memory, the word "parents" is a very unfamiliar term, whenever he opens his mouth to ask his grandfather, his grandfather always keeps silent, and over time he gives up, there is no father, there is no mother, at least there is a grandfather who loves him, but this last warmth was also shattered when he was six years old, when the villagers carried the cold corpse of his grandfather to him, he was young and couldn't cry.

Since then, he swore that he would never cry again in this life, but when he saw the lonely back of the old man, his eyes still couldn't help but moisten slightly, once upon a time, the old man also cooked for himself like the old man in front of him, Ye Chen's eyes looked at the roof, and he tried to hold back his tears.

"The meal will be ready soon, you wait a little longer. The old man noticed the movement behind him, and said lightly without looking back.

"Hmmm!" replied the little beggar, who had not eaten for several days, and his voice was not much louder than that of the mosquitoes!

After the little beggar Ye Chen finished speaking, he kept looking at the busy back of the old man, and in the waiting like a year, the old man finally turned around, holding an iron pot in his hand, and gently patted his head when passing by Ye Chen and said, "Let's go, it's time to eat." ”

In fact, there was no need for the old man to call him, at this time, Ye Chen's eyes were shining as he looked at the fragrant dishes in the pot, and his legs instinctively walked towards the old man, as if he had been tricked, and his saliva almost didn't flow out.

The old man walked to a wooden table, put the iron pot in his hand casually, and frightened the little beggar who followed closely behind him hurriedly prayed that the delicious food in the pot would not fall out, and then the old man opened his voice and shouted: "Xiyan, it's time to eat." ”

Not long after, an eleven or twelve-year-old girl trotted in, she was holding a dark purple guqin in her hand, she was already slim at a young age, three thousand green silk hung down on her shoulders at will, especially the pair of peach blossom eyes like cutting autumn water, a purple dress fluttered with the girl's running in the wind, like a purple elf crashed into the pupils of the little beggar Ye Chen.

The little girl came to the wooden table, looked at Ye Chen looking at herself sluggishly, and smiled, a pair of peach blossom eyes instantly turned into a pair of crescents, and the clever smile made Ye Chen look even more stunned.

"Oops, it hurts!" Just when Ye Chen was in a daze, the old man gave him a violent shudder angrily, telling you to look at the old man's granddaughter directly, and he was so bold at a young age!

Ye Chen looked at the old man with an aggrieved face, seeing that the old man ignored him, and then looked at the little girl, the little girl spread her hands, looking helpless, poor Ye Chen could only rub the dirty hair with his hands, and the little girl on the other side grinned again, but this time Ye Chen didn't dare to look at it, his afterglow had already swept to the old man and prepared a violent chestnut, as long as he dared to look at the violent chestnut again, he would not hesitate to descend on his head, at this time Ye Chen had to look at his nose and nose, looking like he didn't see anything and didn't know anything。

"Open the meal," seeing that Ye Chen was honest, the old man no longer scolded him, and the three of them sat down at the table and prepared to start eating, just as Ye Chen's dirty little hand was about to pinch the chicken leg in the pot, a chopstick flew and hit the back of his originally frozen red little hand, causing Ye Chen to grin and gasp for a while.

"Boy, don't you understand the truth that there is no free lunch in the world?" The old man ignored Ye Chen's angry eyes, and said leisurely: "If you want to eat chicken legs, it's not impossible for you to eat, unless~"

"It's evening, it's obviously dinner, okay!" was knocked on the chopsticks abruptly, Ye Chen's small mouth pursed slightly, and he muttered in an aggrieved whisper, how sharp the old man's ears were, Ye Chen's muttering fell into his ears, and what attracted him was another flying bamboo chopstick, the difference was that this time it was Ye Chen's little head melon instead of the back of his hand.

"If you want to eat chicken legs, you have to work, don't worry, I won't let you do too much work, you can't eat and drink for nothing, don't you think that's the reason?" the old man looked sly and seductively, like the wolf grandmother who coaxed the children.

"Okay, I think that's the reason too!" Ye Chen, who had an empty stomach, heard that the old man finally agreed, and did not ask the old man about his specific work, in Ye Chen's opinion at this time, the world was not big enough to fill his stomach, and his grandfather always told himself that the prime minister's belly could support the boat, but no matter how big the space in the prime minister's stomach was, it could be bigger than his stomach that had not eaten for several days?

The next scene completely stunned the grandfather and grandson of Twilight Yan, only to see Ye Chen holding the chicken leg in one hand and sending it to his mouth, and the other hand was not idle, holding chopsticks and constantly holding the dishes in the pot, which really made Twilight Yan feel what it means to eat the bowl and look at the pot, this is not over, Ye Chen finished gnawing the chicken leg and picked up the rice bowl and worked for five consecutive dinners, seeing that the two of them were frightened, for fear of supporting this kid to death.

"Uh~"

Ye Chen, who was full of food and drink, burped with satisfaction, and did not forget to pat his bulging belly, with a satisfied face.

"What's wrong?" Looking at the two of them with strange faces, Ye Chen, the culprit, really has no self-knowledge, isn't he just eating one of your meals? Why do you look at people (눈_눈) with that kind of expression!

"You stinky boy, what's wrong with you, I haven't eaten a bite with Xiyan, and you have all dried it up in one go, do you still have the face to ask?" The old man gave Ye Chen a shudder when he was angry, and Ye Chen, who was in pain, grinned his teeth, but he didn't dare to say anything more, he lowered his head and didn't dare to look at the two of them anymore.

Looking at Ye Chen's ashamed appearance, the old man couldn't say anything more, and sighed: "I have to work hard for the old man to redo it, alas!"

"Grandpa, why don't I cook you a meal. The little beggar said timidly, Ye Chen has no skills, but he is quite complacent in this cooking skill, and he has suffered a lot for this.

"Oh, you know how to cook?" the old man was quite surprised when he heard this, what kind of thing could a seven or eight-year-old child make? The old man's curiosity couldn't help but be aroused.

"Really, you have to make it delicious, or it won't be good if you don't even eat the white fox and the bald tail." Twilight couldn't help but laugh a little at the thought of that image, but more often than she was curious about what kind of dishes this boy who looked younger than she could make.

"Are you sure that what you make will not poison the old man?" The old man looked at the guy in front of him who dared to volunteer with a questioning face, and his mouth was also merciless.

His most proud craftsmanship was questioned, Ye Chen couldn't help but be a little annoyed, and blurted out a sentence that almost didn't make the old man angry, "It's just a little bit better than you, old man." ”

As soon as these words came out, the old man instantly blackened his face, this kid didn't know how to respect the elderly, and he was about to knock on Ye Chen's head with a violent chest, but he was cleverly dodged by Ye Chen, who had already prepared, which attracted the girl's silver bell-like laughter, and the last time he missed was when the senior brother had just practiced Tuobu, could it be that the little boy in front of him was also a person who practiced martial arts, and it was rare for such a talented person to be.

Ye Chen, who successfully escaped the catastrophe, quickly took the iron pot and ran into the kitchen, leaving the grandfather and grandson with a surprised face.