Fairy, I really am a villain!

Luo's mother was furious.

Later, Luo Qingni told him that her mother didn't want to see her father drink too much, for she was afraid that he would get sick or lose the dart.

Only then did he realize that Luo Ting had no good intentions.

The kitchen on the south side of the compound, outside the door.

Luo Ting was sitting at the door at this time, with a small stove in front of him - he was not cooking wine, but making soup - and his face looked very unhappy.

Not long after the cooking started, a young man came out of the kitchen and sneered at what was happening: "What a shame. You wanted to get me kicked out, but now the boomerang has hit you. How do you feel?"

Hearing this, Luo Ting's eyes flashed with ferocity, but he couldn't make any excuses. This was purely his own fault. Who knew that the person he wanted to see was him?

Seeing the old man snorted coldly and didn't express anything, Fang Xiwen smiled and moved closer to him, rubbing salt into the wound: "Did all the wine get taken?"

"Received."

"Even the ones in the mustard ring are gone?"

"It's all gone."

"Lao Luo, Lao Luo, you have finally met your fate," Fang Xiwen said, looking very proud of himself. He threw the object up like a magician, "Look, what's in my hand?"

Looking at the black ring, Luo Ting was shocked!

Yes, Madam will never check this boy's mustard ring. It's full of wine!

"What a pity, someone has such a bad attitude..." He flipped his hand, and the ring disappeared, shaking his head and sighing: "Good wine is hard to meet good people."

Hearing this, Luo Ting understood something.

His face froze, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything. After a while, his attitude finally became amiable, his slightly frosted temples trembled, and he called out clearly and eagerly: "Xiwen...!"

"Haha."

Fang Xiwen felt relaxed all over and threw the mustard seed ring over.

Look at this ugly face of being hit by a boomerang!

Seeing this, Luo Ting took it like a thief, and seeing that there was no one around, he couldn't wait to look inside. He remembered that this kid had taken the owner's entire cellar of wine, half of which were rare treasures!

Okay, I won!

Hahahaha, they're all mine!

He vaguely forgot something very important, and he was so excited that his mind was wandering left and right.

Soon, the ecstatic expression disappeared. Luo Ting finally remembered that he had coaxed and tricked everyone into sharing all the good wine on the way, leaving almost none behind.

The rest can't be called good bars, but at least they are horse urine.

"Lao Luo, these are all the fine wines that you carefully selected, why aren't you smiling?" Fang Xiwen understood and taunted him.

Luo Ting resisted the urge to slap himself and forced a smile: "It is indeed a good wine."

He comforted himself by saying that at least he had a jar of Drunken Immortal, and only then did he suppress the heart-wrenching pain.

The two began to cook together. Luo Ting rolled up his sleeves and was very motivated - for his wine.

The boy found the horse urine in the mustard ring unpalatable to drink, and he was reluctant to open the Drunken Immortal, so he could only hope to cook a delicious meal, maybe to make his lady change her mind.

But he couldn't do it by himself, so he told Fang Xiwen his idea with a smile on his face.

"You're making this very difficult..." Fang Xiwen looked embarrassed and shook his head repeatedly, "Look, you don't want to go into the kitchen, and you can't light a fire;

You don’t usually cook, and even if you serve something too complicated, people won’t believe it’s you who made it. It’s hard for me to deal with you like this.”

"Mr. Fang, Young Master Fang, Brother Xiwen..." The old man pulled his sleeve, "Can you do me a favor?"

"Well, considering that we have been through this together, I will do it with reluctance."

...

...

The Luo family’s dining place is in the main house, but today there are many people and it’s lively, so Fang Xiwen doesn’t mind, so he chose to sit in the courtyard.

Because Fang Xiwen was in charge, Luo's mother put down her cooking burden and went to the school to pick up her little daughter.

As soon as he entered the door, he smelled the fragrance of food. He walked to the table and looked at it for a while, his expression becoming more solemn.

What a superb craft.

Eight dishes and one soup are not limited by cuisine and cooking methods. Just looking at the appearance is enough to whet your appetite. It is truly a masterpiece of a master. This guy should not be underestimated.

Seeing her coming back, Luo Ting immediately went to meet her, pointed his finger, and said with a smile: "Madam, I made that golden tripe soup."

"You went into the kitchen?" Luo's mother said with a cold face.

"It was done outside. Xiwen brought the things here. I set up a small table."

Hearing this, the woman looked at Fang Xiwen doubtfully, and the latter nodded.

Luo's mother thought that it was embarrassing to ask him to prepare meals for the people who came all the way here, and she couldn't ask him to share the "credit" with her.

On the other side, Luo Qingni couldn't wait any longer. In just three quarters of an hour, Fang Xiwen had already given her special treatment twice.

After finally waiting for everyone to gather, I quickly got a hot towel from the house to wipe my sister's face, with a pair of chopsticks in my hand.

"Sister, I can wipe it myself." The delicate and pretty girl raised her face and said crisply.

"You're too late. Sister is waiting for dinner."

Luo Qingni finished the job in no time. She carried her to the chair and sat her down. She also sat down on the chair. Her eyes swept across the table full of dishes, and they lit up with astonishing light.

Xiwen sat next to her, with three juniors in a row, and opposite her were Luo Ting and his wife.

Seeing this, Luo's mother seemed a little embarrassed, and lowered her head slightly and said, "Sorry for the trouble."

"It's no trouble, no trouble. I often cook at home." He just smiled gently.

"That's right, we're a family, why would we have to worry about that?" Luo Ting was already shameless, and he pulled the plate to emphasize, "Qingni, try daddy's cooking."

"Well, little sister, eat first," she said, picking up a piece of food with chopsticks for her sister first, and then she took a bite herself.

After chewing for a while, her eyes were soon filled with suspicion.

Delicious, too delicious.

This golden tripe soup is perfect for her taste. Most people don't like to eat such a strong taste. Only Xiwen would pay special attention to it. This can't be made by Daddy.

"Daddy, you——"

"Hey, hey, hey, try this roasted chicken." Fang Xiwen thought to herself that something was wrong and quickly picked up a piece of chicken for her. She blinked hard and said, "I made it. It tastes very good."

"Ah, it's delicious. But just now--"

"Hey, hey, hey, girl, try this again. Xiwen spent a lot of effort on it..." After a brief eye contact with him, Luo Ting immediately understood and started to stuff her mouth with food.

"Well, it's delicious."

"Try this fried crab again. I'll peel it for you."

"Yes, yes, it tastes really good with the dipping sauce..."

At the dinner table, Luo Qingni buried her head in eating, devouring everything in her mouth. The remaining two lackeys dutifully served her food, not allowing her to have time to talk.

Soon the two of them discovered with horror that they no longer had enough time to pick up food for themselves. Their little mouths were like bottomless pits, and any food they picked up would be eaten up. If they didn't replenish it in time, they would have to start talking.

So Fang Xiwen asked for a second pair of chopsticks and started eating with her left hand.

Luo Ting followed suit and got a second pair.

Seeing this, Luo's mother gradually understood what was going on. She shook her head with a hint of amusement and did not expose the truth. She focused on taking care of her little daughter.

Logically speaking, it would be enough to hold on for this meal, but unfortunately Luo Ting let down his opponent, and his skills in fighting with both hands needed to be improved, which left a gap - he gave Luo Qingni a chance to speak!

Both of them were worried.

“Uh-huh, Daddy you—” The girl was stuck for a moment and blinked her eyes, “…what did I want to say?”

She turned her not-so-bright little head and only remembered that she seemed to want to say something.

Just as hesitating, the dishes on the bowl began to pile up again. Luo Qingni lowered her head again and ate everything in no time.

call!

Seeing this, the two men looked at each other and felt relieved.

The meal was finished quickly. Luo's mother picked up the dishes and washed them, while the younger sister went to teach Luo Qingni her homework, mainly teaching her what she had learned in the private school.

"Sister, you are so stupid."

"Hehe, I was just pretending that I didn't know how to do it. Xiwen knows all this very well, and I deliberately didn't learn it well to let him take the limelight..." After not seeing each other for so long, Luo Qingni was still very stubborn.

Two grown men were playing chess in the courtyard, a mixture of black and white. However, Luo Ting was playing Go and he was playing Gobang. The main point was that they didn't interfere with each other and each played his own game.

"What do you mean, is this an authentic thing to do?" Fang Xiwen lowered his voice.

"The earth is the way!"

"If you want me to help you again in the future, remember to be nice. Do you hear me?"

"Yes, yes, I'm relying on Brother Xiwen."

Chapter 165: I came here to listen to your story

into the night.

Fang Xiwen moved into the room prepared for him by the Luo family, and now he was reading a book by lighting an oil lamp.

The room was elegantly decorated and simple, but it had everything it needed. In fact, the Luo family was quite wealthy, but Luo Ting didn't care and the silly girl didn't know, so she had been thinking about saving money for her family.

I can smell a unique fragrance in the room. I think Luo Qingni often comes to clean the room herself. While cleaning, she might even be thinking about his expression when he moved in. This makes people feel very warm.

But Fang Xiwen was a little uneasy now. He stretched out his hand and pointed a few times, and a line of text popped out of thin air: [Spiritual Resonance: Weak]

…Looking at the operation panel, the Luo family compound also has an entrance to the spiritual realm.

Could it be that someone wanted him to get something again, or was it simply the Sword Master's back-up plan?

I can't figure it out. But there's no need to rush. When the resonance level is high, I can ask the Sword Fairy. She will tell me.

Thinking about how friendly Luo Ting's family was towards him, his heart slowly settled down.

"I thought there would be a scene where the father-in-law would be embarrassed and then slapped in the face, but it turned out to be so dull..." Fang Xiwen was subtly a little disappointed.