Rebirth Of The Apocalypse Queen: On Your Knees, Young Emperor!

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation  Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

After packing simply, Qin Yi conveniently burned the bedsheet and removed all evidence and left the room.

They might have been exhausted, but Lin Qing and the rest remained asleep and the living room was extremely silent.

Qin Yi did not plan to wake them as they had been fatigued for the past few days. Adding to the fact that she was bulimic, the rest did not eat much as well.

Qin Yi arrived at the kitchen and prepared a meal for them. But Qin Yi frowned as she looked at the room that seemed to have withstood a bomb. Was this really the kitchen?

She clearly remembered that the kitchen was still fine the day before. How did the kitchen end up like that in just a night’s rest?

The snow-white walls were charred, bowls and plates were all over the place. Even the pot’s base was gone.

Mother, can someone explain the situation around here?

Qin Yis stood at the kitchen door as her mind started wandering while Chu Mohe walked down the stairs with his bunny in hand.

He rubbed his eyes and saw Qin Yi standing in the kitchen. He greeted her softly. “Good morning Yiyi. What are we having for breakfast? I’m starving.”

He did not eat anything the night before. Yiyi left some snacks, but…

Qin Yi laughed and pointed at the kitchen to ask, “What happened here? I only went to sleep, and the kitchen looks as though it had been ransacked by aliens.”

Chu Mohe gave a graceful yawn, rubbed away the tears from his eyes, and casually took a look at the kitchen that resembled a battlefield. He replied nonchalantly, “Eh, no one ransacked the place. It was Boss’ masterpiece.”

Qin Yi frowned and asked with uncertainty, “Brother Yun?”

Chu Mohe nodded his head and tugged on the bunny’s ears. “Yiyi, don’t let Boss work the kitchen in the future. Every time he finishes cooking, the kitchen ends up like that.”

What Chu Mohe did not say was that they did not mind the state of the kitchen, but the crucial point was that the food made by Boss was complicated and not easy to express. It was the king of all charred and dark food which he did not want to eat anymore.

Qin Yi was confused. “This is Brother Yun’s masterpiece? Does he not know how to cook?”

She remembered that Yun Huan seemed extremely confident the day before.

Chu Mohe froze as though having recalled some bad memories. He pulled on the bunny’s ears anxiously. “Boss, Boss does not know how to cook.”

Chu Mohe looked around him sneakily, then tiptoed and ran down. His adorable face was a head taller than Qin Yi, so he lowered his head and whispered to her.

“Yiyi, Boss food isn’t terrible, it’s poison. Do you see why Lin Qing and the rest are not down? It’s because they went to the toilet the entire night.”

“So, Yiyi, never let Boss prepare the meal.”

Qin Yi’s mouth twitched. How could food become laxatives?

“What are you two talking about?”

Qin Yi raised her head and saw that it was Yun Huan.

He stood at the stairs, dressed in a black jacket. He most probably just woke up as his cold peach eyes had a hint of laziness and with slight bed hair. He looked somewhat restrained but had a hint of gracefulness.

He truly was a feast for the eyes.

Qin Yi thought inwardly to herself that to be able to see such a beautiful scene in the morning made her mood better.

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Chu Mohe retreated behind Qin Yi and tried his best to conceal his presence. Wu, wu, wu, why is Boss here at this time? He shouldn’t have heard anything, right?

Yun Huan saw Chu Mohe beside Qin Yi and his cold peach eyes narrowed.

It was too close.