Fairy, I really am a villain!

Just as he was making up his mind, another message popped up:

[Jiang Xingchu: Have you finished comforting her? ]

【Fang: Eh?】

[Jiang Xingchu: Qingni is actually quite perceptive sometimes. The reason I didn’t tell you is because I was afraid that it would be difficult for you.]

【Fang: ...I should have known this earlier. 】

[Jiang Xingchu: Don't hide anything from her in the future. Did you notice? When you and I were talking in the spirit realm, although she didn't understand, she was still trying hard to listen. She really wanted to help you.]

He recalled the girl sitting by the campfire, holding her cheek with her hand, listening attentively, and his heart ached.

【Fang: I will. Thanks.】

[Jiang Xingchu: You won't comfort me anymore? Well, just consider it as my apology for making fun of you. I really want to see how you will comfort me.]

[Fang: If you are angry, I will send you 10 "I love you" messages every day until you get annoyed. Anyway, you can't block this message.]

[Jiang Xingchu: You are so corny...]

After saying what needed to be said, Fang Xiwen walked onto the deck of the demon boat to look at the floating sea of ​​clouds.

Ding Dong!

Another line of words popped up in the void: [Jiang Xingchu: I changed my mind. I'm still angry. Remember to post it.]

He smiled knowingly.

In fact, no matter what the original destiny of the "Emperor" was, he has now formed ties with many people after going around in circles, and the degree of deviation is difficult to measure.

The "Third Young Master" was like a double-edged sword. It once pushed him to the brink of death and made everyone look at him with tinted glasses, regarding him as a lustful waste.

But on the other hand, his next stop in Yiling should have been to go directly to the Divine Capital, where his skills, safety, and identity were all guaranteed, and it would be easy for him to develop smoothly to the Nine Apertures.

One can be in the most prosperous place, defile oneself while accumulating strength, and come into contact with the most high-end forces... Fang Xiwen realized later that the path originally arranged by the Emperor was very comfortable indeed.

"I see."

Regardless of other places, the Third Young Master, who is too lazy to care about anyone outside, still has some face in the capital.

Even if he started the business on the spot, the capital of the gods had the best wine shops, brothels, and music schools, which were enough for him to get drunk and dream for a long, long time.

But he didn't leave in the end, and he had no regrets.

"God, I'm here now!"

Climbing onto the handrail on the edge of the boat, Fang Xiwen shouted towards the sea of ​​clouds, and felt much more refreshed.

This action also attracted the attention of many passengers. Some well-informed people began to point fingers and say, "Is it Fang Xingyun? That's not surprising. He must be thinking about the delicate and soft Oiran."

"You're right, we can't even have tea at the places he often goes..."

Such sarcastic or mocking voices were heard occasionally, but Fang Xiwen didn't care much.

Farewell is inevitable.

Description (to be supplemented)

The third volume is considered to be finished. As for the summary at the end of the volume... I'll leave it alone for now. I actually have a lot of ideas, but I've been too busy lately and don't have time to write.

The outline of the fourth volume is still being perfected, and there are many places that need to be figured out. I will take a break from the main storyline and post some extra chapters in the next few days.

Thanks to all the book friends who have followed me all the way, thank you.

Chapter 330 [Interlude 01] Today’s Dinner at Qingni’s House

——The incident happened when Fang Xiwen went to the Luo family to celebrate the New Year for the first time.

In the kitchen of the Luo family courtyard, the guests are busy.

In the Luo family, Luo Ting, as the head of the family, is a male chauvinist and never goes into the kitchen, so everything is taken care of by Luo's mother;

But after this good-tempered young man came, the two of them took turns to fight, and there was even a sense of competition in it.

"Well, let's just do these today..."

After going over the recipe several times in his mind, Fang Xiwen came up with an idea. He began to bend down and add firewood to the stove, while the "little tail" behind him also squatted down in a pretentious manner.

For some reason, Luo Qingni always liked to watch him cook.

Logically, this is nothing, but in fact, the Luo family's kitchen is very small. It's okay for Luo's mother to use it alone, but it would be a bit troublesome to squeeze in two normal-sized adults.

Moreover, Luo Qingni couldn't help at all and would only hinder him from taking things from the shelf behind him. She was a beautiful mascot.

"Qingni, can you help me?"

Finally unable to bear it any longer, Fang Xiwen turned around and said with a smile.

"Of course," Luo Qingni nodded vigorously, her eyes sparkling, "I've been waiting to help you, what do you want me to do?"

"Well, turn around, walk forward four steps, and then close the kitchen door, thank you." He pointed to the door.

"You want me to leave?" Luo Qingni immediately refused to do it. "You despise me, you despise me, I won't leave!"

"Then what can you do here?"

"I just like watching you cook. You can't even do this?"

Sighing, he rolled up the window and said, "Well, why don't you move a chair and sit in the yard to see it differently?"

"It's different," Luo Qingni pouted, "I want to watch it here."

As she said that, she walked behind Fang Xiwen and jumped twice: "I want to watch it here!"

"I give up. Where did this three-year-old kid come from?"

Not only was Fang Xiwen helpless, but he was also hit by her little butt and had to turn around.

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Putting the pot on the stove, Fang Xiwen started to work.

According to his observation, among the four members of the Luo family, except Luo Qingni, everyone else has a lighter taste and does not eat much; only the latter is the type who likes heavy salt and spicy food, which would be the type who would even dip steamed buns in soy sauce in modern times.

Thinking of this, he turned around and lectured, "If you continue to maintain this eating habit, you will have high blood pressure and possibly osteoporosis when you get old."

"What is that?"

"A disease, a very serious one."

"Oh, it's okay, just let me worry about it when I'm old," Luo Qingni raised her eyebrows proudly, "Of course I have to eat more while I can, hehe."

"You'll regret it then."

"That's the old me who regrets, not the current me. Hurry up, I want to eat the food you cook, don't stop."

"I give up." He turned back.

First, blanch the washed sunflower greens in boiling water, then remove and drain; then take out the onion, ginger, garlic and other ingredients and soak them in boiling water; lastly, wash the coriander and place it in a basin.

"What is this for?" Luo Qingni was unable to help but was talkative.

"Something to mix with the fried meat," he said, and suddenly an idea came to his mind, and he decided to torture her from another direction: "You know, because you are alone, I have to cook a lot of dishes for you separately, which adds a lot of work."

But Luo Qingni is not a girl who likes to cause trouble to others.

"That's great, I can eat more." She became happy instead, "They all have to be fried separately anyway, Xiwen, just make two for me."

...I almost forgot that he, Fang Xiwen, is not someone else.

Take the pork out of the pot, mix it with the side dishes, and add some seasonings such as salt and vinegar, and the dish is ready.

Only at this point could Luo Qingni be of help.

The pair of white and tender little hands seemed to be immune to water and fire. She walked out holding the hot plate. Fang Xiwen took off her apron and hung it aside, then followed her slowly.

In the small courtyard, Luo's mother had already set up the table and chairs in advance, and the little sister was also carried to sit on a high stool. She held a pair of chopsticks in one hand and drooled at the dishes on the table.

After looking around, Fang Xiwen found that one person was missing. He immediately knew what was going on and quietly turned to the gate of the courtyard, where he ran into someone.

At first glance, the man looked weather-beaten, but upon closer inspection, he did not look old at all. He had a full forehead and handsome features, and he was a middle-aged man with quite a bit of charm.

Luo Ting was squatting at the door at this time, holding a small water bag in his hand and drinking it sip by sip, then peeking inside like a thief.

"Oh, isn't this my uncle? Why is he here--" "Shh!"

Smelling the alcohol in the air, Fang Xiwen was about to speak loudly, but fortunately the old man was quick-witted and grabbed his shoulder, pulling him down to squat.

Seeing that malicious smile, Luo Ting was furious, but he put on a smile: "Xiwen, why are you calling me so unfamiliarly? Just call me Brother Luo."

"Haha, I thought some people wanted to show off because of their seniority, but it turns out I misunderstood."

"How could that be?" After gritting his teeth for a while, Luo Ting came up with an idea and handed over the small water bag. He lowered his voice and said, "Wang Family Winery has peach blossom wine hidden in the cellar for fifty years. Would you like to try it?"

"Not interested in."

"This one costs thirty taels of silver, and you can't buy it even if you have money. I bought it with favors from people."

"So expensive? I have to drink a few sips now."

Having said that, seeing him looking hesitant in front of the bag, Luo Ting thought to himself: This damn kid is willing to use the same set of bowls and chopsticks with Xiaoqing, yet he actually looks down on him.

"What a lot of nonsense." Putting two small wine glasses on the ground, Luo Ting slapped the water bag, and two silver threads flew out of his mouth.

"Lao Luo, isn't this a bit too much..."

"Are you drinking?"

"Drink, why not." Fang Xiwen raised his glass, "I'll risk my life to accompany you."

Putting the cup to his lips, he tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing that this teetotal kid had been "inspired" by him into this state, Luo Ting was also happy; although he had no son, he felt that even if he really had one, the kid might not have the same temperament as this kid.

"Come on, keep going!"

"No, keep your voice down..." "Why are you being so fussy, grown man? Come on!"

Hearing this movement, Fang Xiwen's expression became peaceful;

He showed a kind smile like Maitreya Buddha, put his hands together and said, "Then I will respectfully obey your command."

After drinking the wine in the glass, Fang Xiwen even turned the glass upside down to show that not a drop was left.