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"Dong Dong Dong—"
"Dong Dong Dong—"
Yulian used his skillful knife work in the kitchen to cut the potatoes in front of him into small pieces, and then used the back of the knife to hold the potato pieces and put them into the clear water that Fern had just fetched.
"Drip "
The potato pieces entered the water, making a deep sound.
Yulian was not flustered, and looked at the washed vegetables.
"Tear—"
The sound of tearing vegetables by hand.
"Sssszzz—"
The sound of hot oil entering the pot.
"Glulu Glulu—"
The sound of water boiling.
Under Yulian's control, everything was going on in an orderly manner.
"So amazing."
From the moment Yulian entered the kitchen, Fern was completely reduced to a handyman.
Besides washing vegetables and serving dishes, the most important thing was to exclaim and praise the chef's superb cooking skills.
"It's actually just so-so."
Yulian said awkwardly as he used a spoon to evenly distribute the stir-fried braised pork into the plate.
These were just home-cooked dishes, if you had to say they were amazing, it was only because stir-frying was indeed a rare cooking method in Frieren's world.
So it seemed amazing.
"Do you accept disciples?"
Yulian remained unmoved on the surface, concentrating on his work, but in reality, he had already quietly perked up his ears.
Fern's face was a little unnatural, and she silently lowered her little head.
"Yes, Fern has excellent Mage talent."
"I hope you take her on a journey together."
Heiter explained, and whenever he mentioned Fern, his eyes, which were slightly dim due to his old age, would light up.
"But traveling is very dangerous, as you know."
Frieren picked up the cooled tea and took a small sip, replying lightly.
"Is that so."
Heiter lowered his eyebrows.
"But I can help you in other ways."
Frieren put down her teacup, propped her chin with one hand, and stared at Heiter with her emerald-like eyes.
"I owe you a lot of favors."
Fern ah… …
Yulian didn't eavesdrop anymore, but quietly glanced at the little girl beside him.
Fern was lowering her head at the moment, not knowing what she was thinking.
The already quiet little girl looked very distressed in this state.
After Yulian wiped his wet hands, he gently put his hand on Fern's head and rubbed it gently to show comfort.
The latter gently wiped her face randomly with her hand, then raised her head and smiled slightly at Yulian.
After the fair, slender, and small hand took Yulian's big hand away from her head, she turned around and took the ingredients.
Cooking.
Fern didn't speak, but Mr. Yulian seemed to hear her voice.
Yes, cooking.
"Time to eat—"
Yulian shouted in advance while holding the dinner plate before entering the living room.
Fern's small figure also carried various delicacies, following behind Mr. Yulian.
"Oh!"
"What a feast!"
Looking at the delicacies on the table that exuded an enticing aroma, Heiter couldn't help but sigh.
"Just ordinary home-cooked stir-fries."
Yulian scratched his head.
But he didn't know that stir-fries were generally something only royalty and nobles could afford to eat in this country.
Most ordinary people ate noodles or various breads and fried dough sticks as their staple food.
"I'm going to start eating."
Frieren's index finger moved greatly, and she took the lead in picking up her chopsticks.
She hadn't had such a fine meal in a long time since she said goodbye to Yulian.
Heiter laughed and said, I won't be polite either, and started this delicious meal.
"By the way, how did you move here?"
"I get lost every time I come."
Frieren chewed non-stop in her mouth, and while showing a happy expression on her face, she asked about Heiter moving to the remote mountains and forests.
"After all, when you get older, you can't control many things and many people."
Heiter stopped his chopsticks and lowered his forehead slightly, as if he was recalling something, with a bitter and helpless expression on his face.
"What, that's so strange."
Frieren couldn't understand these words, so she simply didn't ask any further.
Yulian, on the other hand, glanced at Heiter thoughtfully.
As the former bishop of the Holy City, Heiter had retired from that position and ran to live in seclusion in these remote mountains and forests. It seemed that he had offended many people before.
Whether it was passive exile or active departure.
It was always a helpless move.
As for who he offended?
Yulian could easily figure it out.
It was nothing more than those nobles and royals who considered themselves arrogant.
People like the Hero team, who have no concept of class in their eyes and only have a distinction between good and evil, are most disliked by the powerful.
"Heh heh."
"It's okay, I'll take it as you agreeing since you didn't refute me."
Heiter smiled kindly, mentioning the matter that Frieren hadn't answered just now.
"Heiter, you also know."
"This is what I found in Ewig the Sage's tomb."
Frieren sighed.
"Heh heh, after all, I'm old, so I'm still a little afraid of death."
Heiter smiled awkwardly.
But he bluntly turned his head and said.
"You said you would agree to everything else I asked for."
What a tsundere old man, haha!
Yulian couldn't help but hold back his laughter, looking at the two treasures.
Although he knew that Heiter was trying to buy time for Fern's growth, this clumsy acting and Frieren's failure to see through it were really interesting.
Especially since Yulian's mind was full of famous quotes from his previous life at this moment.
[The magic book records resurrection Magic and immortality Magic.]
[Guess why it was found in the tomb?]
The hell-level cold joke even hit Yulian's shit-like funny bone.
"Okay."
Frieren nodded, lost in thought.
So humans are such fearful creatures, even Heiter is no exception?
However, compared to the two people talking plainly and Yulian holding back his laughter, Fern was obviously much more depressed.
Death is never an easy topic.
Once you die, you can't see or hear anything.
Death means eternal separation from the living, and from then on, you are alone in eternal loneliness.
Fern was not as open-minded as the three of them, treating life and death as normal.
Especially Heiter, the most important person to Fern, it was even more difficult for Fern to accept Heiter's death.
Separation between Heiter and heaven?
No matter how she thought about it, she couldn't accept it.
"Whirr—"
The sound of flowing water rang out, how could Yulian want to comfort this simple-minded little girl beside him.
From setting the table to eating, from clearing the table to washing dishes.
Comforting people was not easy for Yulian.
"Mr. Yulian."
"Oh, uh?"
The dazed Yulian was awakened by Fern.
"The water is almost overflowing."
Fern tiptoed and gently turned off the faucet.
(Should we still say that the Holy City is developed, they are using faucets.)
[Awkward smile.]
"Uh, uh, okay."
Yulian blushed a little.
Good fellow, I was originally thinking about how to comfort you, but in the end, I was the one who felt embarrassed.
"That, Fern."
"Actually, there is a place in this world where you can meet the deceased."
"Mr. Yulian."
"This isn't clean."
The soup spoon that Yulian had just washed was now picked up by Fern from the clear water pool and handed over.
Fern's light purple eyes were calm.
"Uh… …"
Yulian silently took it and started washing the dishes seriously.
Really… … little brat… … yeah… …
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