As the three of them chatted, they quickly returned to the lake island villa.

When she passed by the dilapidated house next door, Yu Huang saw that the rusty iron door was locked, but she subconsciously looked inside.

Yu Huang could vaguely see a figure flash past the room, so she hurriedly said to Ye Qingyang, "Stop."

Ye Qingyang stopped the car.

Yu Huang jumped out of the car and turned around to say to the two people in the car, "I'll go see the professor.

You guys can go back first."

As Ye Qingyang glanced into the room, he hesitated about whether to go in with her or find an opportunity later.

After thinking for a while, he said to Yu Huang, "Invite Professor Song over for a meal tonight."

Yu Huang nodded.

She thought of something and asked in surprise, "You'll cook?" Living in the villa area was good, but they had to cook themselves.

Ye Qingyang nodded and replied, "Yes, I'll cook."

Yu Huang raised her eyebrows.

Sheng Xiao looked at Ye Qingyang in shock and asked dubiously, "You can cook?"

Ye Qingyang rolled his eyes.

"I'm a ghostly cultivator, but I'm not a ghost.

I need to eat too." He asked Sheng Xiao, "What do you think I've eaten all these years?"

After Sheng Xiao thought about it, he agreed.

He felt that his and Yu Huang's reactions were too exaggerated.

"I hope it doesn't taste too bad." Yu Huang couldn't help but pray.

Ye Qingyang sneered.

"I'll poison you all to death."

After saying that, he stepped on the accelerator and drove towards his house.

After the car stopped at the entrance of the house, Ye Qingyang turned on the car's repositioning system and watched as the car slowly drove back to the parking area.

Seeing that Yu Huang was still standing at the entrance of Professor Song's house and had not entered, he reminded her, "Don't forget to have dinner together."

"Okay."

Yu Huang turned around and walked to the iron door.

Seeing that the iron door was ajar, she reached out and gently pushed it.

Then, the door opened with a creaking sound.

Song was holding a hoe and bending down to clean the 'weed'

open, he couldn't

the door and walked to Professor Song's side, she handed

you

then did Professor Song stop what he was

the pancake in Yu Huang's hand as he said, "You

Yu Huang was rather happy, since she

corner of the box

Yu Huang was speechless.

the hoe in his hand to Yu Huang, he took the box of flatbread and

he said, "The climate of the Myriad Sea Island is mild all year round, and there are

flower flatbread are considered famous delicacies on the Myriad Sea

flatbread aren't

had already entered

him turning on the

Song carried the paper

stone door in front of the living room, he opened the

"A few years ago, there were no aeroplane or maglev trains on

were the most

was a freshly baked flower pancake at the entrance of the train

delicious, sweet,

I loved eating it."

the Cang Lang

was more than a

was a civilian who died not

daughter later sold pancakes in front of the original stall for a few years, but after she earned enough money, she switched to a

then on, I was no longer able to

and glanced at Yu Huang as he said, "One year, the inner academy planned to go to the Myriad

was the leader of

Huang leaned against the hoe as she stared at Professor Song, who

never been an old man who liked to recount the past, so

year, the people who went out with me to

Zhan Jiuxiao all participated

beautiful eyes widened slightly,

the hoe and sat down on the hoe's pole, she

through

these little fellows, I bought

eat these pancakes very

liked the taste of matcha the most, while Dongfang

to flower pancakes, he

inner academy had eaten the shop's flatbread, many people came

for helping her business, before the Sacrifice Festival every year, she would send a few boxes

that, Professor Song

she said, "Professor Song, you want to tell me that the famous Prime

"I

Yu Huang smiled.

a specialty of the

the Divine Miracle Continent don't like to make those things,

Emperor Jiuxiao's allergy to flower cakes

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