"Uh..."

"Young master, in fact, you don't have to press it all the time, just take it back."

Seeing that the young master kept pressing his fingers, Bai Tong reminded with some embarrassment.

"That's it?"

"There's not much change around here, and according to my grandfather's personality, shouldn't there be some eye-catching visions?"

Fang Fan withdrew his fingers, and there was no change except for the blood dripping on the stone table being absorbed.

It is so different from what I expected in my heart.

"Young Master... Already... It's over..."

Bai Tong said on the side, after seeing the stone table absorb the blood, the heart that had been hanging finally let go, which meant that the young man named Fang Fan in front of him was really the bloodline of Lord Martial King.

At the same time, looking at Fang Fan's figure, it seemed to coincide with the Martial King of the year.

At that time, if he hadn't tried his best to stop Lord Martial King, Lord Martial King would really have to make a big move on this stone table.

According to the words of Lord Warrior.

If the young man is not frivolous, the middle-aged man is not frivolous, and the old age is not frivolous, I am not a martial king.

"Then ...... next"

Fang Fan also guessed that this was just the first step, and the most important thing was not yet started.

"Bang!"

Closing the door, the people around had already left, and only Fang Fan and Bai Tong were left in the compound.

"Young Master, you come with me..."

Bai Tong was holding a box in his hand at the moment, and he didn't know what was in the box, and slowly walked towards the house.

The box was taken out of the small shop by Bai Tong.

According to Bai Tong's requirements, the Fang family's ancestral house has been cleaned out at this moment, and it has been cleaned inside and out.

And apart from the people of the Fang family and him, no one could stay here.

Fang Fan did not doubt him, and followed Bai Tong into the house, and the box that was carried in his hand was also placed on the table.

"Young Master, do you have a lot of curiosity in your heart?"

"Why am I coming in with a suitcase?"

"Yes, is it true that the things that grandpa left behind are in this box?"

"But that's not right, since that thing is in your hands, how can you hide it from those people?"

"Even if I don't say it, I don't even know how many times I searched you and the small shop that time, and anything wrong is probably taken away a long time ago."

Fang Fan stared at the box in Bai Tong's hand, and did not hide his incomprehension at all.

"Young master, you're actually right."

"I don't know how many times I was searched by the Wuwu Pavilion that time, if there was really something, I guess I would have snatched it a long time ago."

"But young master, you didn't say it all, the things in my box are really important."

Bai Tong smiled slightly, as if he was happy to see the puzzled look on the face of the mysterious young master in front of him, no longer guessing the riddle, and then opened the box in his hand.

A fresh feeling of nature comes to your face.

"Huh?"

"What is this?"

Fang Fan looked at the box that was opened, and the corners of his mouth showed a trace of helplessness, presumably this should be his grandfather's idea.

Looks like grandpa is really interesting.

There are things in it, so he can't guess it.

There are things in it, but it's not a secret treasure, and it can even be said that it's not even a treasure, this kind of thing, or these are more appropriate.

It can be said that everyone has seen it.

"Young Master, in fact, Lord Martial King gave me this task for a very important reason, because I am Lord Martial King's cook!"

That's right, it's the cook!

The box was not anything else, just some knives and chopsticks, and even a lot of fresh ingredients.

A smile appeared on the corner of Bai Tong's mouth, as if he was reminiscing.

Pick up a tomato in the box and speak slowly.

"At that time, Lord Mu's favorite was the scrambled eggs with tomatoes that I made......"

There were a lot of things in the box, but each of them was what the Martial King liked to eat back then, and Fang Fan almost understood what his grandfather meant at the moment.

"Grandpa, even after you are gone for decades, you have to teach your grandson a lesson."

"But ......"

"It's very vivid."

"Back then, Lord Martial King got something from the secret realm, but the news accidentally spread, causing him to be killed."

"At that time, Lord Martial King didn't hand over anything to me, which is why after so many years, why the person who shot back then hasn't been found yet."

"But although nothing was handed to me, a few words were said to me."

"In the future, if any of his descendants are found, after the realm of his town general, he will be brought to the compound, and a meal will be made for him, so that he can find a room in the compound and sleep."

"This is what Lord Martial King told me, and I have waited for decades for this sentence."

"Young master, let the old slave cook a meal for you......"

At this moment, Bai Tong couldn't hold back any longer, his eyes were moist, and his palms were slowly trembling, he had been waiting for this meal for decades.

"Grandpa Bai, I'm looking forward to..."

Fang Fan took a deep breath, calmed down his slightly trembling heart, and spoke.

"Young master, please do it!"

Bai Tong's voice was a little joyful, and he picked up the box and walked towards the kitchen, decades of cooking waiting, just for this day.

Don't look at him now, but this will be the peak of his cooking skills.

"Grandpa, I'm getting more and more curious about what you left for me."

Fang Fan sat at the table, as if he thought of decades ago, when his grandfather said this, he also thought of his grandson decades later, who was sitting at the table at the moment, thinking about him.

The fire is on!

The compound felt like it had gone back decades.

Some feelings are not there when there are many people, and there is a little more popularity in the yard.

Bursts of incense came, and Fang Fan couldn't help but feel a little hungry.

"Grandpa, it seems that you also have a good eye, and you are also picky!"

"This cook, yes!"

Fang Fan didn't expect that just some simple ingredients could make this kind of taste, and the expectation in his heart couldn't help but increase.

"Hahaha, boy, can I still treat you badly to your grandfather?"

Suddenly, Fang Fan's ears flickered, and he seemed to hear a kind voice, but when Fang Fan came back to his senses again, there was nothing unusual around.

"It was..."

And at this moment, the fragrance is getting closer and closer, and Bai Tong came with a few plates, and every dish on it can be said to be very exciting.

Fang Fan didn't think much about it anymore, and focused on the delicacies in front of him.

"Young master, please move the chopsticks."

"Then you're welcome."

Fang Fan's eyes lit up as soon as he took the first bite, and he didn't care about his image at all, and began to sweep wildly.

"Young master, don't worry, it's all yours."

Bai Tong said with a smile, watching the young master eat the food he cooked with his own hands was his greatest relief.

Now, his mission has ended, and after that, it depends on the young master himself......