In an instant, Qian Chen felt that he was in the field.

The mountains are covered with snow. The endless golden fields are blowing by the breeze, rippling with golden waves...

Moo!

On the edge of the field, a few black and white cows made leisurely screams.

Not far away, there was a small farmhouse covered with fir and greystone, and smoke kept coming out of the chimney.

What a peaceful leisurely atmosphere in the farmhouse.

Qian Chen suddenly felt that his whole heart was calm, and it didn't matter even if he stayed in this peaceful and peaceful world forever.

"Hey...hey! Wake up!"

At this time, Qian Chen was confused and heard a familiar voice calling him.

Qian Chen was shocked and woke up suddenly.

Zhenna's worried expression appeared into her eyelids.

Qian Chen subconsciously looked at the opposite side, and Joan of Arc was looking at him with a proud look on his face.

"I said, I want to turn you into my thing, I do what I say."

Qian Chen couldn't help but have a headache. Once a stubborn person turns evil, it will be even more deadly.

"Since we have finished cooking, let's try it right away."

Qian Chen quickly changed the subject.

"Can."

Joan of Arc nodded with a smile, and an extremely excited look flashed in his eyes.

"I have no objection."

Zhenna said indifferently.

"It's still tasting each other, so who will come first?"

Qian Chen solicited opinions from both sides.

"Just make a decision, no matter how hard you struggle, you will definitely lose.

And you..."

Joan of Arc stretched out his finger and pointed at Qian Chen, saying with a confident look on his face.

"Qian Chen, you are destined to be my person."

Qian Chen shrugged without commenting.

He pulled Zhenna aside and the two discussed in a low voice.

“I think we can taste her dishes first.”

Zhenna warned with a serious face.

"Taste each other, the order doesn't matter. But you can't eat the dishes she makes. I'm worried that she's already doing it in the dishes."

Qian Chen did not agree.

"Since we are saying that we are fighting her together, how can we just let you taste it alone?

There is an old saying in our Celestial Empire: Be blessed and hard to bear together.”

Qian Chen said righteously.

Zhenna immediately showed a touching expression.

Seeing Qian Chen and Zhenna muttering over there, Joan Deer was immediately dissatisfied.

She said impatiently.

"Have you agreed? By the way, don't think about playing tricks. Since it's a joint food halberd, both of you must taste the dishes I made. If you don't agree, you will lose this food halberd.

Qian Chen, even if I use strong food, I will pour the food into your throat!"

Joan of Arc subconsciously licked his lips, and a raging smile appeared on his face.

She no longer cared about other people's eyes at all, and she spoke unscrupulously.

Just as Qian Chen expected, Joan of Arc did not make any loopholes for them.

I am a fisherman.

You will definitely not be able to fight, only by winning the food halberd will you have a glimmer of hope.

Facing Joan of Arc's extremely domineering speech, Zhenna stared at her pair of angry eyes, but she dared not speak out.

Qian Chen did not bargain, but picked up the spoon directly, looking like he had already accepted his fate.

Then he scooped up a spoonful of beef and put it in his mouth.

“!!!”

The beef melts in the mouth, is extremely soft and rotten, and is extremely tasty. Red wine, thyme, basil, and bacon build a perfect taste feast with the aroma of butter as the core!

Carrots also melt in their mouths and taste like cream. However, such soft and rotten carrots still retain the refreshing and sweet taste of fresh carrots.

Qian Chen now had only one thought in his mind, ‘How did she do it?’.

Sure enough, only when the King of Heaven's methods reach that level can one get a glimpse of the truth.

The taste experience floating on the surface is only second. Qian Chen experienced a strong warm taste called "Home" in this dish.

This is a warm dish, the temperature of the home.

This feeling gradually made Qian Chen addicted...

Suddenly, Qian Chen woke up again with his eyes open and found himself lying on the grass beside the field.

Sitting up, Qian Chen's mind was confused. At this moment, an extremely gentle voice sounded beside him.

"Qian Chen, it turns out you are here. I've been looking for you for a long time."

Qian Chen subconsciously turned his head and looked at the figure of a beautiful girl reflected into his eyelids.

Her blonde hair, like the sun, was tied into a simple ponytail and hung behind her, her sky-blue pupils as pure as sapphires, and she was staring at him with a gentle smile.

A wide and simple white linen dress without any decoration was put on her, simple and pure like a floating cloud in the sky.

Qian Chen's memory was a little confused and he asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Who are you?"

The girl with a sweet smile on her face smiled and pulled his hand up.

"I am your newlywed wife and you are also your favorite person, Joan of Arc!"

"Jean, Joan Arc, this name is very familiar, I have indeed heard it somewhere."

Qian Chen still had a little confusion in his eyes. He always felt something was wrong, but he couldn't say it.

So Qian Chen had an inexplicable wife, although her wife was very beautiful, simple and virtuous.

Qian Chen sat on the chair in the farmhouse cottage and looked at Joan of Arc's busy back in the kitchen.

A faint sense of warmth surged in my heart.

‘It seems...it's good.’

Qian Chen thought to himself.

Then he lived an extremely peaceful and peaceful farm life with Joan of Arc.

Every morning, Joan of Arc, who was lying on the same bed with him, would get up first, prepare a hearty and delicious breakfast, and then kiss his forehead to wake him from his deep sleep.

At the breakfast table, the two were talking about the same topics, but they were still talking and laughing. After enjoying breakfast, they went out side by side, either to work in the fields or milk the cows.

It was almost noon, Joan of Arc would go home early, prepare lunch, and wait for Qian Chen to come back to enjoy it together.

After he had nothing to do in the afternoon, he and Joan of Arc lay on the hills by the field for a short rest, chatting, taking a nap, or quietly looking at the clouds above his head.

At night, after enjoying a delicious dinner, Qian Chen would sometimes pull Joan of Arc to the roof, and the two of them snuggled together to admire the pure night sky and the bright stars.

When they were sleepy, the two hugged each other, said good night to each other, and then lay on the same bed and fell asleep...

Such a life goes on and on, and the quiet and peaceful atmosphere makes Qian Chen feel boring and boring at all.

Because he had become accustomed to Joan of Arc's company, as if he had no her, he felt like something was missing in his heart.

Something is missing...

This problem began to plague Qian Chen gradually.
Chapter completed!