My Wife is A Sword God

Qin Feng chuckled dryly and asked knowingly, “What brings the two ladies here?”

Liu Jianli’s vermilion lips parted slightly, “Lunch time has passed, and since you haven’t come out for a while, I thought of making some food to bring to you.”

As she spoke, she brought the food to Qin Feng’s side.

“Thank you for your hard work, wife,” Qin Feng replied before looking in Feilan’s direction.

Feilan also spoke lightly, “You haven’t been eating properly on time these days. You just recovered from serious injuries not long ago. So I brought some food as well. You might as well try it while it’s still hot.”

“You too?” Qin Feng was stunned for a moment. He had seen Liu Jianli’s cooking skills improve step by step, but he never expected Feilan, a member of the Dragon Clan, to have human cooking skills?

After looking at it for a moment, he was even more astonished.

These ingredients were expensive and extremely difficult to handle. How could Feilan possibly have this level of skill to create dishes that were both delicious and visually appealing?

After pondering for a moment, Qin Feng had an answer. He smiled wryly and asked, “Feilan, you didn’t make these things yourself, right?”

Cang Feilan, upon hearing this, glanced elsewhere, and calmly replied, “I bought these from the Star Seizing Tower through someone else. I’ve tasted them myself, and they’re all quite good. They should suit your taste.”

At Feilan’s words, Qin Feng’s expression froze. He had been to the Star Seizing Tower once and knew the prices inside. These dishes might not seem like much, but the ingredients alone would cost nearly one hundred taels of silver, almost equivalent to the monthly food expenses of the Qin Mansion!

Looking closely at the two women, Qin Feng naturally understood that they hadn’t met by chance.

Feilan wouldn’t have gone to Star Seizing Tower for no reason, especially since they had cooks at home!

There was only one reason behind all of this: these two were secretly competing with each other.

What a mess.

Qin Feng swallowed a mouthful of saliva and carefully considered his words, “Thank you both for your hard work. This won’t be necessary next time. There’s a kitchen in the mansion with cooks in charge of the meals. If I’m hungry, I’ll ask Qing’er to prepare something. You should focus more on your cultivation.”

Ignoring Qin Feng’s words, the two of them picked up their bowls and chopsticks and handed them to Qin Feng, clearly asking him to make a choice – it was another matter of life and death!

Trying to ride two boats will lead to trouble. Qin Feng now understood the meaning of this sentence.

You can only choose one option.

Showing a slightly bitter smile, Qin Feng simultaneously reached out with his left and right hands, picked up a chopstick from each side, and put it in his mouth to chew.

“How does it taste?” Liu Jianli and Feilan asked in unison.

“The taste is very good,” Qin Feng replied after swallowing the food.

“Since it’s delicious, eat more. If it’s not enough, there’s more,” Liu Jianli said, pushing a bowl of food towards him.

Cang Feilan on the side was naturally unwilling to be outdone and made the same move.

Qin Feng looked at the neatly arranged plates of food next to the two women and felt helpless.

He was only a Literature Saint, how could he have such an amazing appetite?

But with both women present, he couldn’t favor one over the other, or who knows what might happen.

With no other choice, even though his stomach was already full, Qin Feng still forced himself to eat all of the food.

Terrible, nauseous, wanting to vomit, Qin Feng took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed the urge to vomit.

When Liu Jianli and Cang Feilan saw that the dinner plates were empty, they finally gave up.

“Since you’ve finished eating, you should pay more attention to rest and I won’t disturb you.” Liu Jianli said.

“Mmm.” Feilan nodded in agreement.

But just as they were about to leave, they seemed to have remembered something. They simultaneously stopped, turned around with flushed faces, and asked, “Your body, is it fully recovered?”

As soon as these words came out, the two looked at each other, and the shyness on their faces slowly disappeared.

Qin Feng replied, “Thank you both for your concern, I’m fully recovered.”

“Good, then,” Liu Jianli nodded slightly and left the room first, followed closely by Feilan.

Seeing this, Qin Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief, then picked up a nearby teacup and took a sip of tea.

This was not only to calm his nerves, but also to prevent him from vomiting the food he’d just eaten.

“It’s a good thing they didn’t stay here too long, otherwise I wouldn’t know how to deal with it.”

The palms and backs of the hands were all flesh, and it was impossible to treat them differently. He was very distressed!

Fortunately, both women had relatively cold personalities, which meant that things seemed to be peaceful for now.

If someone had a fiery temper, there might be conflict, or worse, a fight!

Just the thought of the two women, one a third-tier sword god and the other at the seventh calamity cycle of the Dragon Clan, fighting made Qin Feng shudder. He dared not imagine such a scenario.

At night, the family gathered in the hall for dinner, and the atmosphere was strangely quiet.

Since Qin Feng had married Feilan, this was the first time they had all sat down to eat together.

After learning his lesson from the previous incident with the food, Qin Feng vowed that he would never miss dinner again, or else his stomach wouldn’t be able to handle it.

But he was still too young. As he watched his two wives continuously serve him food, he couldn’t help but feel nauseous again.

“Wives, that’s enough. I can’t eat any more,” Qin Feng laughed.

Ignoring Qin Feng’s words, Liu Jianli and Feilan continued to serve food as if they hadn’t heard him.

“Master,” Second Mother nudged Father Qin with her elbow, signaling with her eyes.

Qin Feng also looked at Father Qin with a pleading look.

Father Qin narrowed his eyes and said, “I haven’t eaten much yet, and the dishes are almost ready. Qing’er, have the kitchen make some more dishes.”

“Huh?” Qing’er was stunned and looked at the pain of the eldest young master. With a look of disbelief, she still obeyed the master’s words and walked towards the kitchen.

Qin Feng looked at his father with an incredulous expression, only to see a meaningful smile on his face.

This expression seemed to say, “Spoiled boy, you reap what you sow. Have you forgotten how you tricked me before?”

With two women competing beside him and a father not acting like a father in front of him, Qin Feng thought, ‘If I can’t provoke them, why not run away?’

He put down his chopsticks and suddenly stood up, “I seem to have some insights in my cultivation. You continue eating, I’ll go back to my room first.”

With these words, he walked away as if he was fleeing.

Seeing this, Liu Jianli stood up and left the hall, followed by Feilan.

“What are your plans for tonight?” After hesitating for a moment, Feilan asked.

“I’ve reached a bottleneck in my cultivation, so I plan to rest for a while,” Liu Jianli said lightly, “What about you?”

“I’ve just entered the Seventh Calamity Cycle, and I want to adjust for a while. Auntie also told me that haste makes waste.”

As the conversation ended, they both fell silent.

Lan Ningshuang, who was following the lady closely, seemed to smell something unusual and felt that something big was about to happen.

Sure enough, not long after, Feilan pursed her lips and said, “Tonight, I’ll be with him.”

“I disagree.” Liu Jianli said firmly.