After marrying the fierce god, her handsome young husband was pampered to the extreme.

Lin Siheng said quietly, "Your little daddy said he'll make fried dough sticks and glutinous rice cakes tomorrow morning."

Yuanbao exclaimed in surprise, "Really?"

Lin Siheng nodded and asked, "What is that?"

"It's delicious!" Yuanbao said, "But my uncle usually only makes it for that old bastard Dad, he never makes it for me, it's infuriating."

Speaking of his scoundrel father, Lin Siheng had a little say in the matter: "All scoundrel fathers in the world are the same."

Yuanbao strongly agreed, especially when he was being beaten.

The next day, before dawn, Lin Nian got up groggily.

Yin Cheng yawned, "Wife, isn't it too early?"

"It's getting late, there are so many people at home." Lin Nian opened the window, and the cold morning mist seeped into the room, finally waking everyone up.

With his wife awake, Yin Cheng had no reason to stay in bed any longer.

"Honey, have you seen my jade hairpin? The one with the carved jade flower design?"

"It's in the box, let me look."

After washing up and getting ready, the two went to the kitchen.

The kitchen is already bustling with activity. In addition to preparing some steamed and stewed dishes in advance, we also need to process all the ingredients needed for the day.

Not wanting to disturb everyone, Lin Nian asked for a stove in the very corner.

Last night I promised to make youtiao (fried dough sticks) wrapped with mochi for Lin Siheng. I had already prepared the dough and soaked the glutinous rice before going to bed, so it was ready to be steamed.

After the glutinous rice is steamed, it needs to be mashed. Lin Nian looked up and asked, "Who's on duty today?"

Two voices from the shadows replied, "Your subordinate is Bingwu." "Your subordinate is Gengqi."

"Come down and help me pound the glutinous rice."

Two bodyguards appeared.

Lin Nian said, "It doesn't need to be mashed very finely; just enough so that you can't see any rice grains."

"Yes."

Before frying the dough sticks, you need to stir-fry some black sesame seeds first.

Yin Cheng helped his wife start the fire, asking, "Big fire or small fire?"

"Small fire."

His Highness Prince Cheng already has considerable experience in controlling the size of the firewood.

So when Lan Shu, the renowned strategist of the Northern Territory, got up, he heard that Prince Cheng was making fresh food in the kitchen, and immediately ran over to see what was going on.

Prince Cheng, a ruthless killer on the battlefield, is tending a fire, while his loyal bodyguards are pounding glutinous rice.

He stepped forward with great interest and asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Lin Nian had already mixed a bowl of sesame and white sugar and said, "Try this sesame candy, is the sweetness just right?"

Lan Shu tasted it and said, "It's fine to eat on its own, but if you mix it into mochi, you'll probably need to add some sugar."

Lin Nian nodded and added two more spoonfuls of white sugar to the sesame candy.

Once the sesame candy is ready, it's time to fry the dough sticks.

Lin Nian skillfully picked up a small lump of dough, stretched it into the shape of a fried dough stick, and fried it in the oil.

Lan Shu sighed from the side, "My poor king, he has not enjoyed any blessings, but has suffered just as much."

Yin Cheng said, "Then don't eat it later."

Lan Shu pretended not to hear and continued her act: "Other people's kings are waited on hand and foot, with hundreds of people serving them, while our king has to get up early to cook for others. How pitiful, how pitiful!"

The mochi on the guards' side was also ready. They kneaded the mochi into small balls, mixed them with the prepared sesame sugar, and then spread the mochi evenly on the fried dough sticks before folding it in half.

That bite is crispy, fragrant, and soft; the crispiness of the fried dough stick combined with the chewy texture of the glutinous rice cake creates a truly unique taste. It's a real treat to have occasionally.

While criticizing her lord for mistreating her husband, Lan Shu began to think that once they went to the southwest, she would have to trick Lin Nian into doing it again.

Of course, it was entirely because he, the young father, missed Beizhen, and had nothing to do with any other person.

As soon as Yuanbao woke up, he immediately woke up his cousin as well.

The two boys, both barely grown up, were always in a rush and energetic manner.

Yuanbao was showing off, his cheeks bulging, and he even looked at his cousin with a questioning gaze.

How is it? Isn't it delicious?

Lin Siheng gave a thumbs up, "Delicious."

I wonder if the little swindler has had breakfast yet. That guy named Yuanyuan has money on him, so they probably won't go hungry.

The burly man wielding a meteor hammer was approaching menacingly, and his purpose was unknown.

Yin Cheng and his group then decided to stay in Cuizhu Town for two more days to figure out the situation before leaving.

After breakfast, Lin Nian, Lan Shu, and Xia Ying went to the town's market.

Yin Cheng was assigned by his wife to be by Lin Siheng's side to protect his nephew and his second brother, who was powerless.

Lin Er was checking the accounts in the back, while Yin Cheng, Yuan Bao, and Lin Siheng were playing cards in the southwest corner of the main hall.

Yuanbao held a pair of Joker cards in his hand, but his eyes kept glancing outwards.

"Dad, do you think that fat guy from yesterday will come today?"

"I don't know, a pair of Ks."

Lin Siheng: "We can't afford it. If he comes again today, should we take action?"

Yin Cheng said, "It depends. 34567, a straight."

"But it's been so long, why hasn't he come yet? 8910JQ."

"A pair of jokers, bomb!" Yuanbao casually tossed the cards.

Lin Siheng snapped, "We're on the same side, why are you attacking me?!"

Yuanbao said confidently, "I have a strong hand, and if I don't play it, I'll feel restless and frustrated."

Yin Cheng put down the cards in his hand and said, "They're here."

Lin Siheng picked up the weapon beside him, ready to draw his sword at any moment.

Yuanbao, lacking weapons, simply sat idly by, looking down on everyone and glancing contemptuously at the doorway.

The meteor hammer made quite a commotion, and the diners sitting in the hall panicked as soon as he arrived.

The reason is simple: the oppressive feeling of the meteor hammer is too strong.

His appearance almost completely blocked out the light from the doorway.

He roared, "Where is Guishan Blood Drink?!"

Lin Er was still working on his abacus when he was suddenly startled by the sound in front of him. He angrily closed the ledger and decided to give this brute a good talking to.

Just as Yin Cheng was about to speak, Lin Siheng suddenly stopped him.

"I'll do it!"

He thought about it all night and decided that he should be the one to deal with the meteor hammer so as not to cause trouble for his second uncle and the others.

There's no other way; the son has to pay for the father's debts.

Once he returns to Beijing, he must embellish the story and tell his uncle about it.

Yin Cheng made way for him, saying, "If you feel you can't win, call for reinforcements."

Lin Siheng nodded.

When the meteor hammer saw Yin Cheng, his lips twitched. "It's you again."

Lin Siheng stepped forward and said, "If you have something to say, just tell me. Stop making a fuss here."

"Where did this brat come from?" The man with the meteor hammer looked at him, or rather, at the weapon in his hand. "You wield a greatsword? What's your relationship with Guishan Xueyin?"

Lin Siheng kicked the heavy sword, and drew it from its sheath the instant it was suspended in mid-air.

His movements were extremely fast, clean, and efficient, almost like a display of skill, which was quite impressive.

With a sword's cry and a flash of cold light, the atmosphere instantly became tense.

In an instant, a cold frost spread across the entire blade of the Yellow Spring Heavy Sword, as if it had pierced through ice and snow, and the chill permeated the air.

"Defeat me, and I'll tell you where Blood Drinker is."