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Xiao Juan came out of the house. Her face wasn’t in good condition, she had a bruise around her eyes, and she had to put down her bangs to cover it. With a pot of ingredients in her hand, she slowly walked toward the kitchen in an unnatural way.

Old Zheng was a man who didn’t regard his woman as a person. In his eyes, the woman relying on him to eat food was equivalent to his personal belongings. She was an instrument for him to vent his emotions at will.

In her heart, she scolded the old and ugly man who had tortured her for one night, but when the passing girls looked at the rich vegetables and white noodles in her hands, they showed envious eyes and let Xiao Jjuan raise her head up again.

She let the man feed her, so she didn’t have to roll around in the dust for three meals a day like those women. It made her feel a thrill of victory, and gradually forget the humiliation of the previous night.

There were really not many people who could afford vegetables and white noodles in winter. Needless to say, they were envious even in the tube house where she lived with the middle and low-level saints. She walked into the communal kitchen and brought the small pot of ingredients onto the stove. The two acquaintances on the side didn’t say something like, “Xiao Juan, you are so lucky. You eat so well every day.” “Xiao Juan’s man is generous, we really feel jealous.”

They stretched their necks reluctantly and kept peeking at the stove opposite. Xiao Juan found out that there were more women in the kitchen than in the past. Almost all people were looking at that place

The kitchen in the Tube Building was shared. There was a ceiling above their head, which was open on all sides. There were dozens of earthen stoves next to each other. People in need bought their own firewood and used it.

In front of a stove not far from Xiao Juan, a strange young man stood. The man was tall and had a dark silver mask on his face which blocked his eyes. A soft black cotton hat tied his hair, and a few strands of his slightly curled hair fell off the edge. His hair shook slightly as he moved. He was wearing an apron with a tight waistline, and a black T-shirt sleeve rolled up to his elbow, revealing two smooth and strong lines and fair-skinned arms.

The aesthetic for men’s beauty was black skin with black oil, swollen muscles, scars like medals. It was rare to see such a fair, well-proportioned and handsome man even though he hadn’t even shown his face. The women in the large kitchen were attracted quietly or some even blatantly looked at him.

The beautiful slender fingers held the knife, accompanied by the fast-paced booming sound, and magically cut a portion of the ingredients on the cutting board into filaments. He raised his hands and threw onion, ginger and garlic in the oil pan. After a burst of oil, he shook the pan, and a tantalizing fragrance spread out in the kitchen centering on his position.

In the dim kitchen full of greasy dirt, this clean-looking man was almost like a lotus in the mud, not like a man who existed in this era.

The girl next to Xiao Juan grabbed the food and threw it into the pot with reluctance. Her attention was stuck to the opposite side, and she had no idea what she was cooking.

“Who is that?” Xiao Juan quietly poked a girl near her with her elbow and asked in a low voice.The girl whispered close to her ears, “He came a few days ago, you don’t know him yet. He’s Chu Qianxun’s man.”

Xiao Juan glanced at the man’s young, firm arm, and remembered the slack and grumpy skin lying in her room, who had spent the night with her. The old man made her cook early in the morning. She felt sour in her heart.

Especially when she found that their ingredients were richer than what she had, the word jealousy was written on her face indistinctly.

“His rank must be so low, or he might be an ordinary person.” Xiao Juan squinted her eyes, leaning near the girl’s ears, “Qianxun looks quite arrogant. It’s no wonder that she raised a man. No wonder she goes out to hunt for demons everyday.”

The man on the opposite side quickly packed up a few delicate dishes, put them on a tray, and covered the dust cover. He easily lifted it up with one hand and walked out of the kitchen door.

At the stove next to him was the famous sloppy “Mad Woman” in the building. That day, she tied up her hair like a bird’s nest and washed her face.

When Ye Peitian passed by her side, she was too nervous and accidentally turned over the pot of freshly cooked bean paste from the stove. She fell backwards in a panic, the hot bean paste spilled from the bowl, and it was about to splash all over her.

A hand reached over, supported the bottom of the bowl, and magically put back the bean porridge in the air. He placed it back firmly on the stove. The man even had time to withdraw his hand and support the crazy woman. He stabilized her body as he held his tray firmly with the other hand, and the bowl above didn’t even shake.

Most of the people who could perform this kind of action were low- and middle-level saints. Naturally, at a glance, Ye Peitian’s hand seemed to be relaxed. He was actually not very simple. He could never be just a “little white face” that sold his body for a living.

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