TNIBFT -Chapter 95 If You Have Something to Say, Just Say It

A chef?

Ye Tian’s face darkened with black lines as he recalled the chefs from restaurant kitchens in his previous life—greasy-faced, round-headed, and pot-bellied.

Then he looked at his son’s delicate and refined little face.

Turning to Xiao Jiang, Ye Tian said with a troubled expression, “I’m afraid… that’s not very suitable, is it?”

“What’s not suitable about it?”

Xiao Jiang hugged Ye Tian’s arm, his soft, chubby little face scrunching up. “Teacher said this is called inheriting your father’s profession. When I earn lots and lots of money, I’ll give it all to you, okay? Not just a hot pot restaurant—there’ll also be the fried chicken and milk tea shop you mentioned. You can eat as much as you want every day!”

Xiao Jiang spoke with great excitement.

Ye Tian almost agreed on the spot. This kid had actually learned how to sell dreams already.

Seeing Qiu Feibai enter, Ye Tian shrank his neck and looked at the three children at the table. The longer he spent with them, the harder they were to fool. If he didn’t use his trump card, it seemed it wouldn’t work.

Who was Qiu Feibai?

The number one divine physician of Medicine King Valley.

If Xiao Jiang could study medicine under him, his future would be completely secure.

After all, in the original story, Qiu Feibai’s disciple, Jiang Yunxi, had only learned fifty percent of her master’s skills. Yet when she left the valley at seventeen, she was already a world-renowned miracle doctor.

Moreover, Qiu Feibai had a good character. Ye Tian felt at ease entrusting the child to him.

In the original book, Xiao Jiang becoming the richest merchant in the world was closely tied to the Ghost-Hand Poison Doctor. That man had taken Xiao Jiang away and turned him into a “medicine test subject,” forcing him to endure all kinds of deadly poisons. Only after reaching adulthood did Xiao Jiang manage to escape.

In the book, the childhoods and tragic experiences of the three great villains were only briefly mentioned.

But even from those few words, Ye Tian could almost see Xiao Jiang’s suffering and despair back then.

He would never let the plot repeat itself.

Even if Xiao Jiang encountered the Ghost-Hand Poison Doctor in the future, with strong medical skills, he would have the means to protect himself—or even easily turn the tables and kill him.

“Dad?” Seeing Ye Tian staring at him in a daze, Xiao Jiang waved his little hand curiously in front of Ye Tian’s eyes.

Only then did Ye Tian snap back to his senses. Seeing the three children staring at him, he thought for a moment and said, “Actually… I had a nightmare last night…”

As soon as he said this, the three kids immediately stretched their necks and looked at him.

Ye Tian’s gaze flickered as he organized his thoughts. “I dreamed that in my old age, I was terminally ill, all alone with no one to rely on…”

As he spoke, he raised his sleeve and wiped his tears.

The three children exchanged glances.

Ye Yunting’s usually calm little face showed rare tension. His hands clenched into fists. He wanted to comfort him by saying dreams are the opposite of reality—but the words just wouldn’t come out.

The atmosphere in the room turned heavy.

A sense of sorrow filled the air.

Ye Shuangxue blinked her wide eyes curiously. “And then? What happened next?”

Ye Tian was speechless. He was making this up on the spot—didn’t he need a little time?

The sad mood was instantly broken.

Ye Tian shot an exasperated glance at the “main character” of the moment—his youngest son. Xiao Jiang wore a thoughtful expression. Staring at him, Ye Tian continued his persuasion: “If our family had a miracle doctor, your dad wouldn’t have to die. Xiao Jiang, don’t you think so? Dad really feels awful…”

Xiao Jiang suddenly lifted his head, his big eyes fixed on Ye Tian. “I won’t let you die!”

“You won’t die!”

His voice was urgent and resolute.

Mission accomplished. Ye Tian secretly rejoiced. Though he was deceiving his son, parents plan deeply for their children’s future.

Let this old father be forgiven for his good intentions.

After all, Qiu Feibai was also a rare and important figure in this book.

Seeing Ye Tian wearing a sly grin, Ye Shuangxue suddenly realized what was going on. She rolled her eyes and said coldly, “I almost got fooled by you. If you’ve got something to say, just say it—no need to make up stories about yourself dying…”

“Shut up!”

Ye Tian quickly scolded his daughter, then turned to Xiao Jiang with a flattering look.

Xiao Jiang didn’t know what he was thinking. He lowered his little head and remained silent. Ye Tian turned back and saw his daughter looking at him with schadenfreude, clearly pleased with herself. Grabbing a pair of chopsticks from the table, he tapped them against Ye Shuangxue’s little head. “So you think you’re the smart one, huh? Even eating can’t shut your mouth. Hurry up and go downstairs to work.”

Ye Shuangxue easily dodged.

With a light leap, her small figure landed by the private room’s door. Raising her eyebrows, she snapped at Ye Tian, “You hit me again! I’m starting to think I’m not your biological child—or maybe not Mother’s either.”

“You must’ve come as a free bonus with a phone top-up!”

Ye Tian flew into a rage, while Ye Shuangxue looked completely confused. “What’s a phone top-up?”

“Come here and I’ll tell you.”

Ye Tian said with a sly grin.

Standing across from him, Ye Shuangxue stayed on guard, her little face full of suspicion. “I suddenly don’t want to know anymore. Trying to trick me? No way!”

Has this little villain actually gotten smarter lately?

The father and daughter caused quite a ruckus.

By the time Qiu Feibai came upstairs, he happened to witness the scene. Smiling, he shook his head—Ye Tian’s family was truly the most unconventional one he had ever seen.

Even after traveling across many countries, he had never met someone like Ye Tian—unrestrained, free-spirited, seemingly carefree with his children, yet attentive in every way that mattered.

These past few days, he had been coming every day to try to get closer to Xiao Jiang. Once Xiao Jiang agreed to learn medicine under him, Qiu Feibai planned to take him traveling across various lands—studying medicine while experiencing different cultures and customs.

Inside the hot pot restaurant, steam billowed.

Laughter filled the air, cups clinked, and no one paid any attention to these small incidents.

In a corner of the restaurant sat Shen Jie and a young man. The young man, Ji Shaobai, was the only son of Ji Zhengping. Dressed in a dark green cotton robe, his hair neatly combed and a jade pendant hanging from his waist, he stood out starkly beside the plainly dressed Shen Jie.

Ji Shaobai knew exactly who Shen Jie was—the city lord’s illegitimate son.

Getting close to Shen Jie was a task given to him by his father, Ji Zhengping. The forces behind Shen Jie might be connected to Great Zhou, making him potentially very useful. But after spending time together these past few days, Ji Shaobai had already come to regard Shen Jie as a close friend.

“Brother Shen, cheers.”

Ji Shaobai raised his cup. Shen Jie didn’t stand on ceremony—he clinked it boldly and drank it down in one go.

Watching him drink the rice wine, Ji Shaobai smiled. “You really understand me, Brother Shen. Don’t be fooled—I may be a general’s only son, but in all of Sifang City, not a single person respects me… except you.”

Already slightly drunk, Ji Shaobai’s cheeks flushed as he began talking more and more.

Since his visit to the city lord’s residence, Shen Jie had clearly understood his own position. An illegitimate son? If he achieved success, he would merely be an added glory to Xiao Haoyang. But if he amounted to nothing, then to Xiao Haoyang, he was just a useless son.

In the end, strength comes from oneself!

Jiang Huichun had already recommended him for the upcoming junior official examination in Sifang City.

As long as he had achievements and connections, he believed nothing would be too difficult.

“And Xiao Xun’er—we grew up together, but she’s never once given me a kind look…” Ji Shaobai’s voice trembled as he spoke, almost on the verge of tears.

Hearing laughter from the second floor, Shen Jie looked up. He saw Ye Tian joking and playing around with the three little brats, while Qiu Feibai stood nearby, warmly interacting with the family.

In an instant, anger surged within him.

Why does Ye Tian deserve this?

Wasn’t Qiu Feibai supposed to have left?

Clenching his fists tightly, nearly grinding his teeth to pieces, Shen Jie glanced at the drunken Ji Shaobai slumped over the table and sneered.

“Have you heard? Miss Xiao has been interacting quite frequently with Ye Tian lately.”