She spoke with a hint of suggestion.
The aning is, if you continue to strive like this, continue to bring honor to your family, how wonderful would that be? Is the identity of the Demon Sect really that important?
Fang Che was suddenly enlightened, feeling the clouds of doubt in his mind and the gloom in his heart suddenly disperse.
He laughed: "Indeed, what matters is the present. Living in the mont, staying happy and content, that’s the right way."
He laughed towards the sky, saying: "Forget the past, don’t think about the future, but right now, I am Fang Che."
Ye ng covered her mouth with a smile, saying: "What are you talking about, if you’re not Fang Che, could you be a tiger?"
"Yes, yes, yes, I am Fang Che indeed."
Fang Che laughed heartily, and amidst Ye ng’s surprised cries, he picked her up and carried her into the room.
...
Early the next morning.
Fang Qianyi got up early.
Since her son has loved chive dumplings since childhood, she went out early to buy spiritual energy chives and started chopping the filling.
She also bought fatty and lean spirit beast at.
Started showcasing her culinary skills.
Although these tasks could be done by the servants, Fang Qianyi insisted on doing it herself because the dumplings made by others don’t have the taste of those made by a mother.
Busy all morning, she prepared over two thousand dumplings on ten or so bamboo trays.
The maid laughed: "Madam, you’ve made so many, could the young master eat them all?"
Fang Qianyi smiled contentedly: "If he can’t finish them in one sitting, then in two. And if he still can’t finish them, we’ll seal them with Ice Spirit Qi and take them back to Baiyun State for later."
"Madam has thought of everything."
At noon, Fang Che indeed couldn’t resist the temptation.
The uncle sent soone to invite him to a banquet, but he declined, drooling over the stove, waiting to eat dumplings.
He ate ten whole plates by himself!
His belly was round!
Patting his belly, he made a sound like a ripe waterlon, utterly satisfied: "Delicious, I’m full from this al!"
Fang Qianyi, both annoyed and amused: "You’ve stuffed yourself, you should eat less..."
She turned to look at the leftovers, still about a thousand dumplings.
In one al, he nearly ate half!
She frowned slightly: "Tomorrow I’ll buy more, make them for you, and you can seal and store them with Ice Spirit Qi to take ho. Whenever you crave them, have Ye ng make them for you."
"Okay."
Fang Che agreed readily.
Imdiately, Fang Qianyi began to instruct Ye ng: "Cooking and making als require attention. Although there’s not much trick to it, they require mood. It’s not just about cooking them until they’re edible; it’s best to do it with happiness, joy, and anticipation... That’s what makes good cooking."
"Because... the dishes made by a happy woman and those by a woman filled with resentnt have different flavors..."
Ye ng listened earnestly.
She agreed wholeheartedly.
Although this sounded a bit mysterious at first, thinking it over carefully, it seed to make so sense.
After the al, the family drank tea together.
Fang Che asked about the biggest question on his mind: "Mom, did you say... you dread of my dad last night?"
Fang Qianyi looked a bit embarrassed, saying: "Yes, I dread of him, that heartless man. Dread that he said he’s coming back soon."
As she spoke, she began to smile, saying: "After all, it’s just a dream, can’t take it for certain."
Fang Che said: "About my dad, I was little before, never asked. Who is he... what’s his na? Why is he so mysterious?"
Fang Qianyi hesitated for a mont, then had the servants leave and closed the door.
She lowered her voice, saying: "Your dad... always seed very mysterious to . We t during an adventure in Jianghu, originally I was out with a girlfriend... But that girlfriend was from another family and harbored bad intentions towards , although I was completely unaware at the ti..."
"Later, I t your dad, who looked gravely ill; obviously didn’t have long to live. Out of compassion, I cared for him, but that woman actually drugged ... That’s how it happened..."
Fang Che frowned deeply.
Back then, the family feud in Bibo City reached such a level? Even between two young girlfriends, there was such malicious scheming?
"What happened next?"
"Later, after your dad found out, he chased her down with a sword for three hundred miles, beheaded that woman with a single strike!"
Fang Qianyi showed a trace of lancholic expression.
"Good!"
Fang Che couldn’t help but shout in praise: "Decisive in killing, swift and neat, didn’t expect my dad to be quite a character."
"Your dad indeed was quite the character, but he was severely weak at the ti, frequently too weak to stand for so reason. Yet, it seed if he wasn’t so weak, he would be really powerful."
"Later, at his weakest, unable to move, I had no choice but to make a grass hut to care for him, and ironically at that mont, several demons ca. Though your dad was too weak to stand, just as I was about to be killed, he suddenly jumped up and killed the demons cleanly with three sword strokes. But afterward, he couldn’t stand anymore."
Fang Che sighed.
Listening up to this point, he ca to understand.
His father must have suffered severe injuries, the kind with significant damage to his origin, requiring prolonged rest. His desperate last fight to save lives would have required him to use the ultimate lifesaving Origin Power.
Once that power was used, he too was likely done.
"What’s my dad’s na?"
Fang Che asked.
"He said he was called Fang Xiaoxiao."
Upon saying this, Fang Qianyi burst into laughter: "Haha..."
"Fang Xiaoxiao..."
Fang Che looked speechless.
A grown man with such a na, really, as his son, I can hardly complain...
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