Ye Lang is now spending all his time in the lab, having a great time and almost forgetting about everything else. He has completely abandoned his original plans and what he was supposed to do!
That day, after finishing an experiment, Ye Lang suddenly felt tired, so he went out for some fresh air and to find something to eat. Although he still had a lot of Zhen Xiaoyan's food in his ring, he was reluctant to eat it now, afraid that if he ate it too quickly, there would be nothing left.
Now he realized that Zhen Xiaoyan hadn't prepared enough; he had already eaten most of it. Back when he was playing the mercenary game, he ate a lot, claiming he needed to replenish his energy, but he ended up eating too much and too fast.
Fatty, what am I going to do without you?
At this moment, Ye Lang suddenly realized how important Zhen Xiaoyan was. However, if asked to choose between food and a person, Ye Lang Zhen Xiaoyan only have one choice:
Once upon a time, in a hazy state, Zhen Xiaoyan looked at Ye Lang with hazy eyes and asked in a hazy tone, "Ye Lang, which do you prefer, me or this pastry?"
Without even thinking, Ye Lang uttered two words—
"Dessert!"
"One, two, three, four, two, two, three, four..."
Ye Lang was doing some gentle gymnastics in the courtyard. He felt just as comfortable here as if he were at home. Only he could be like this, with no thought of leaving whatsoever and zero sense of crisis.
At this moment, a member of the Cold-Blooded Group came in and asked Ye Lang, "Frank, Lord Thirteenth not come out of seclusion yet?"
"Not yet, he's probably dead inside," Ye Lang replied, guessing.
"Go away, you just want him dead so your life will be safe," the team member said irritably, and then left.
"Whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with my life. He can't do anything to me anyway," Ye Lang said nonchalantly as he continued doing his flexibility exercises, and no one heard him.
Even if someone heard what Ye Lang said, they wouldn't care, because they would think it was a sign of Ye Lang's ignorance.
"After exercising, I feel hungry again. I'll take a shower and then go to the kitchen to find something to eat." Ye Lang rubbed his stomach, smiled, and ran into the bathroom.
After taking a shower and changing his clothes, he left the courtyard. Since no one was watching over him today, he went to the kitchen alone!
Don't ask him if he knows where the kitchen is. Of course he knows. He's gotten very familiar with the place over this period of time, and he knows the kitchen, being such an important place, very well.
When Ye Lang arrived at the kitchen, he saw a group of people outside. He recognized them as the chefs and helpers in the kitchen, but it was strange that they were outside instead of in the kitchen.
"What are you doing here?" Ye Lang asked from behind the group.
"We have no choice. It's not that we don't want to work inside, but..." At first, everyone thought Ye Lang was from above and tried to explain, but soon someone realized it was Ye Lang.
"Frank, it's you. You must be hungry again. You've come at a bad time; someone's been hogging the space inside," said a round-faced man who looked like a cook.
Both the tone and the content of these words conveyed one thing: the people here were very familiar with Ye Lang and knew that he would come over to eat when he was hungry.
"Who's so bored and hogging the kitchen? Get him out of here..." Ye Lang said immediately. All he knew was that he was a little hungry, and the most important thing right now was to eat. He didn't care about anything else.
"Shh!" People nearby immediately shushed Ye Lang, trying to quiet him down; they seemed a little afraid of disturbing the people inside.
"Why are you whining? If you're too scared to come, I will!" Ye Lang showed no fear whatsoever, rolled up his sleeves, and seemed ready to fight the people inside.
"Frank, you silly boy, come back! You might go hungry for a while, but if you go inside, you'll be in big trouble!" People nearby immediately grabbed Ye Lang.
"Do you know who's inside?" someone asked Ye Lang at the same time.
"I don't know, I only know that I'm hungry now, I want to eat something!!" Ye Lang shook his head and tried to break free from these people.
"We told you to wait a while. There are Lord Fifth inside. If you go in, you'll definitely come out lying on your side!" the chefs advised.
"The Lord Fifth? Cold-Blooded Fifth??" Ye Lang was stunned for a moment, then continued, "I remember Cold-Blooded Thirteenth talking about him, saying that he was a ruthless killer, and that I should stay away from him! The farther away the better!"
"Yes, that's him. So, just be hungry for a while. He should be better soon, and the time should be almost up." One person nodded and looked at the time as he spoke.
"?? If that's the case, then he comes here often?" Ye Lang was a little puzzled. Since they knew the time, it meant it couldn't be the first time, nor could it be just once or twice.
If the duration can be calculated, it means there were many times!
"Yes, he sometimes uses the kitchen to cook things. And after he leaves, we always take good care of the kitchen; after all, he's the Lord Fifth..."
"Yes, yes, we need to be careful around people like him. It would be best to disinfect the kitchen and test all the food to ensure that nothing goes wrong!" Ye Lang nodded in agreement.
His idea was that these people must be afraid of Cold-Blooded Fifth, the murderous fiend, so they killed their own people as well, and poisoned them in the kitchen.
"... It doesn't have to be this serious..."
"Yes, yes, you can leave this to me, but you have to treat me to something delicious." Ye Lang nodded and said with a smile.
"... You just want to trick me into eating something. Actually, with Lord Thirteenth Master protecting you, it's just a matter of saying a word if you want to eat something."
"Then I want to eat Snow Dragon Meat, Violet Emperor Honey, Abyssal Vermilion Fruit..." Ye Lang said, counting on his fingers.
"Damn it, don't even dream about it. Even the Imperial Palace doesn't have these things. Where are we supposed to get them?" The group of people changed color and roared, then immediately fell silent, as if afraid of being overheard by Cold-Blooded Fifth inside.
"You all said what I wanted to eat, it's just a matter of saying a word, why can't I say it?" Ye Lang looked at everyone with innocent eyes.
"..." Everyone fell silent, then said in a very low voice, "What you're saying should have a limit; it should at least be within our capabilities."
"Oh, then get me some braised bear paw and Shark Fin Stew," Ye Lang said, settling for second best.
"Okay, okay, we'll get it for you!" Everyone immediately responded. Although these things were rare, they were at least achievable and within their capabilities.