Chapter 2659 You call this 8 years old?
Under the resolute gaze of the barbarian women, Ye Changqing gritted his teeth and did it all over again from the beginning.
The main problem was that the gazes of these barbarian women were rather eerie.
Those who knew them were learning to cook, but those who didn't would have thought they were going to have a life-or-death battle with someone.
That aura was full of oppressive force.
Didn't you see that extraterrestrial demon had quietly retreated to the corner of the wall sometime ago?
It was genuinely afraid that these barbarian women would never learn and, in desperation, slap them to death.
That would be a miscarriage of justice for Grandma's family.
This extraterrestrial demon had figured it out: these barbarian goddess women would absolutely not lay a hand on Ye Changqing.
Would you dare to lay a hand on it, and without the slightest hesitation at all?
Swatting it is no different from swatting an ant; you should stay far away from it.
As before, the group of barbarian women could barely understand it at first.
Even if there are parts you don't understand, you should be able to figure them out if you go back and think about them more.
As time went on, I understood less and less, but at least I could still ask the questions that were on my mind.
But gradually, he couldn't even ask questions anymore.
This time, the barbarian goddess women were completely driven mad.
Is this cooking? It feels harder than cultivating immortality.
They didn't cook like this before. It's not that complicated. It's just putting things in a pot, stir-frying and mixing them, and that's it.
They couldn't learn it, so they watched it again. Most of the barbarian goddess women said they still couldn't learn it.
I don't understand this at all.
His eyes had completely lost their light, his face was ashen, and he was filled with despair.
Only a small number of women refused to give up and were determined to learn the skill.
They've been making Fire Spirit Chickens for most of their lives, and they just don't believe it can be that evil.
The problem is, as much as I'm unwilling to admit defeat, there's not enough time.
After all this, Ye Changqing slowed down the pace too much for the sake of teaching, and the birthday of the eldest grandson of the patriarch was fast approaching.
But not a single dish is ready yet.
The elderly woman at the head of the group glanced at the time. Although she was filled with resentment, she knew what was more important.
If this continues, it's hard to say whether they'll learn anything, but everyone will definitely go hungry today.
So, despite her strong refusal to admit defeat, the old woman gritted her teeth and said...
"That's enough for today, young friend. Hurry up and finish it as soon as possible, there's not much time left."
"it is good."
Upon hearing this, Ye Changqing breathed a sigh of relief.
Well, Ye Changqing would rather cook than teach.
Teaching is so tiring; nothing beats cooking.
Without having to worry about these barbarian women, he stood in front of the stove and operated it however he wanted, quickly becoming much more adept at it.
The speed was completely different from when it first came down; they were incomparable.
The barbarian women who were reluctant to leave said they understood it even less.
What are all these things? Why is there so much afterimage and sparks in the sky?
Sparks were flying from the spatula as it was swung around in the pot.
I've completely given up. I can't understand it at all.
Ye Changqing worked at full efficiency, and soon a rich aroma filled the kitchen.
The aroma was so enticing that even the barbarian women couldn't resist the temptation.
This is the taste, this is definitely the taste.
They kept swallowing hard, their eyes fixed on the pot like hungry wolves, not even blinking.
"It smells so good, is it almost ready?"
Just then, the old clan chief also walked in with a middle-aged man with a square face, thick eyebrows, and big eyes.
Upon seeing the old clan chief, all the women of the barbarian god clan greeted him.
Ye Changqing also cupped his hands and greeted him.
"Clan leader, senior..."
But to everyone's surprise, upon hearing Ye Changqing's words, the old patriarch smiled and pointed to the middle-aged man beside him who was a head taller than him.
"Don't call me senior, this is my eldest grandson. I should call you senior, he's only eight years old."
Ok? ? ?
Upon hearing this, Ye Changqing was taken aback. He looked me up and down, this "middle-aged man," and felt a mix of emotions.
This is supposed to be an eight-year-old level?
As if guessing Ye Changqing's surprise, the old patriarch's smile remained unchanged.
“My eldest grandson is exceptionally talented. From a young age, he has been much stronger than other members of the clan. He is a prodigy with a talent that exceeds three meters.”
Ok? ? ?
"Three meters? What three meters?"
Ye Changqing didn't understand and asked suspiciously.
Faced with Ye Changqing's question, the old clan chief said with a proud and gratified expression.
"Young friend, look at my grandson, how tall is he?"
The extraterrestrial demon beside him quickly translated, and upon hearing this, Ye Changqing replied with a puzzled expression.
"Height? He looks over three meters tall... wait a minute."
At first, he didn't realize what was going on until he was halfway through speaking. Ye Changqing then looked at the old patriarch with disbelief.
"The three-meter talent you mentioned, are you referring to height?"
Who the hell uses height to measure talent? You're just being ridiculous.
Anyway, Ye Changqing had never heard of such a thing.
This talent can now be visualized?
Faced with the shocked Ye Changqing, the old patriarch remained calm, his smile undiminished.
“Young friend, our barbarian god race has always judged talent by height.”
This is not a lie; the Barbarian Gods have always used height to measure talent.
Throughout history, the height of any member of the Barbarian God Clan has not increased randomly out of thin air.
Height is a significant factor for the Barbarian God race.
For example, ordinary barbarian gods, even when they reach adulthood, are only a little over two meters tall, and it is almost impossible for them to break through three meters.
The old clan chief's beloved grandson, who is only eight years old today, is already three meters tall.
Within the Barbarian race, one can see just how strong their talent is.
This is precisely what the old clan chief has always been proud of.
Moreover, this is clearly not even the limit for his great-grandson.
With such talent, the old patriarch could be certain that his grandson's achievements would far surpass his own in the future.
The disciple is better than the master.
Just as the old clan chief was feeling gratified and proud, Ye Changqing suddenly blurted out something.
"Talent is judged by height, huh? Then, patriarch, your talent......"
Looking at the little old man who was more than a head shorter than his own grandson, Ye Changqing was a little puzzled.
If that's the case, then you've become the head of a clan, so your talent is rather poor.
Actually, the old patriarch wasn't short, at least from Ye Changqing's perspective as a human.
But the problem is, it depends on who you're comparing it to.
If this were placed among the barbarian gods, the old patriarch would be completely inadequate.
Not to mention his eldest grandson, many of the women of the barbarian tribe are much taller than the old patriarch.
Your talent is truly... quite something.
