Besides lying down, I also know a little about power struggles

Chapter 36 He Likes It Very Much
Although the old couple was arguing, they had smiles on their faces. From what they said, it was clear that they loved their granddaughter very much, which made Fang Tong feel warm inside.

She grew up in an orphanage. Although she had no parents, the director and teachers treated the children in the orphanage as their own children. Fang Tong never thought that she had anything less than others. Not only that, she even had one more cat than many other children.

Fang Tong took small bites of the thin and tough wonton skin, and a stream of gravy flowed into his mouth, with the taste of fresh meat and mushrooms.

Feng Twelve deliberately left the wontons to dry for a while so that they were at just the right temperature when put into the mouth. Fang Tong chewed the meat particles and felt so happy that he wanted to hum a song.

She wagged her tail happily and ate with relish.

Feng Twelve was not very hungry at first, but seeing how attentively she ate, he somehow felt that this bowl of wontons must be particularly delicious.

When he was a child, he had eaten wontons a few times in the palace. They were made by his mother and filled with wild vegetables. The vegetables were a bit old and had a bitter taste that could not be cooked away.

He later enjoyed the treatment that a prince should have and ate all kinds of carefully cooked delicacies, including wontons made with fine fillings, but what impressed him most were still the tastes of his childhood.

Although bitter, it feels warm in the mouth, enough to comfort the coldness of the entire winter.

He picked up the spoon, scooped up a wonton, and put it into his mouth along with the soup.

He chewed carefully, looking peaceful.

Fang Tong was eating wontons when he suddenly felt that the place around him was too quiet. He looked up in the midst of his busy schedule.

Feng Twelve was seen holding the bowl in one hand and the spoon in the other, sitting very straight, and seemed to be tasting every bite carefully.

Fang Tong licked his lips. Why was he so serious? He wasn't afraid of scaring away other guests.

She looked at the empty bowl in front of her, meowed softly, and pushed it towards Feng Twelve.

The wooden bowl moved off the edge of the bamboo stool and was about to fall to the ground when a hand reached out and caught it.

Feng Twelve put the empty bowl away and looked at the kitten: "Do you want more?"

Fang Tong hesitated.

There were other foods at the night market. If possible, she wanted to save some space to try other foods, but Feng Twelve was the one who made the decision, and judging from his appearance, he didn't seem interested in other foods.

After hesitating, Feng Twelve placed his bony fingers on top of her head.

He gently smoothed her fur and whispered, "Wontons are delicious, but don't you want to eat anything else?"

From the tone of his voice, Fang Tong felt that he was simply discussing something with her alone.

She blinked, an attitude she was all too familiar with.

She used to do the same when she coaxed her cat. Fang Xiaohua was not only her cat, but also her partner and her family. She would talk to it a few words every day, especially when it did something bad.

Fang Tong wagged his tail at Feng Twelve to show his agreement.

Feng Twelve smiled, called a nearby idle man, gave him some money and told him a few words. After a while, the man came with a food box and brought some roasted meat, fried sausages, mutton patties and a large bag of four-color preserves.

Fang Tong had seen the idler wandering nearby before and had learned of his identity from the greetings of others.

At that time, the country was prosperous and the people were well off. The common people in Beijing had some savings at home. If some financially well-off families did not want to cook or go out, they would temporarily hire someone to go to the street to buy things for them. Over time, there was a group of people who made a living by running errands, and they could be called the deliverymen of the Jokhang Dynasty.

The idle man called by Feng Twelve was doing just this kind of business. He bought a bunch of things and brought them over, then left happily after receiving the tip money.

Feng Twelve handed the candied fruit to the old couple at the wonton stall. The two old men looked at each other and waved their hands. Nowadays, candied fruit is more expensive than meat. The four-color candied fruit is the signature product of the century-old Wang's shop in Beijing. This package alone is enough to buy dozens of bowls of wontons. How could the old couple dare to accept it?

"I like your wontons very much," Feng Twelve paused, "We are all cat owners, so this bag of preserves is for your granddaughter."

"You are too polite, sir," the old woman came to her senses faster than her husband, "You like my wontons, so you can come back next time. Why spend so much money?"

Feng Twelve put the wonton money and candied fruit on the table: "I don't go out often. If I see you next time, I will definitely come to visit."

After saying that, he stood up and left, holding the kitten in one hand and the food box in the other.

"Hey! Sir!"

The two old men wanted to catch up, but a customer came to greet them. In the blink of an eye, the tall figure disappeared in the crowd.

Feng Twelve arrived at the place where he was to meet the guards, and saw that the carriage and the people had arrived, and even Wei Baichuan had rushed back.

Feng Twelve saw him and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Didn't Lin Yue want to treat you to fish?"

Wei Baichuan wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "I don't dare to stay in the Dali Temple for too long."

He smiled at Feng Twelve and said, "Besides, I am thinking about you, Your Highness. If someone from Prince Ping's Mansion gets the news and comes to cause trouble, how can I, as the commander of your guards, be absent?"

Listening to these words, it really does sound like someone is just trying to create chaos in the world.

Feng Twelve did not comment and handed over the food box in his hand: "Leave the bottom layer to me, and divide the rest among yourselves."

Wei Baichuan's eyes lit up: "I knew His Highness would save some food for me."

He waved away the two guards who came over and said with a smile: "I saw you drinking mutton soup and eating eel buns on the roadside just now. Don't snatch them from me."

The few of them did not rush back home, but found a teahouse on the side of the road to sit down.

Wei Baichuan ate while saying, "Your Highness, you didn't see it. Guo Yin and his gang panicked as soon as they entered the Dali Temple. Lin Yue separated them and interrogated them one by one, asking them what they heard and saw. After a while, several people confessed the truth."

He grabbed a piece of mutton pie and took a big bite. "When I left, Guo Yin was so angry that he didn't remember anything. But it's useless for him to say anything. He thought that because he said rude things to you, you couldn't do anything tonight even if you were angry. Tomorrow he would slip away and you wouldn't be afraid of anything. Ha, he wishful thinking!"

Wei Baichuan swallowed the meat pie, picked up the teacup and took a gulp of tea: "He also wants to sue us for assaulting an official. Haha, if he can find out the injuries, I will take his last name."

After saying that, he rubbed the kitten's head fiercely again: "The little fairy is still the fastest to react, that guy deserves a beating."

Fang Tong was lying on the table eating fried sausages. The sausages here were not fried in oil but boiled in water. She thought while eating that this thing was a bit bland without seasoning.

Just as she was thinking about it, a bear paw suddenly pressed down on her head, almost pressing her entire face into the bowl.

Fang Tong struggled hard to free himself from Wei Baichuan's grasp, and he felt like he was in serious condition.

Not only was her face wet from being rubbed by the fried sausages, she bet that her head was also covered in oil from being rubbed by Wei Baichuan.

She raised her paw to touch her forehead, put it to her nose and sniffed, and suddenly froze. It was still mutton fat!
Her actions were already seen by Feng Twelve who was standing by.

He moved his fingers and took out a handkerchief from his sleeve.

Wei Baichuan was still talking about his experience in the Dali Temple when Feng Twelve picked up the kitten and covered its head with the handkerchief in his hand.

(End of this chapter)