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"Oh my, these children look so good! Hurry up and have some soup!" Lin Qian walked over, took the bowl from Yan Kongyue's hands, and served each of them a bowl.
It smells so good! Huo Jingyu held his bowl of soup close to Feng Xing, eager to see what kind of soup he had.
"Yours doesn't smell as good as mine!" Huo Jingyu took several sips in quick succession.
Who would have thought that Difu had such a kind and gentle old lady!
"Huo Jingyu, do you have some misunderstanding about Meng Po? Her kindness is only for Yan Kongyue and Feng Xing!"
"Meng, Meng Po?" Huo Jingyu looked at the empty bowl in his hands and then at the old lady who was currently combing Feng Xing's hair, suddenly feeling a sense of dread.
"Yes, she is Meng Po!" Yan Kongyue winked at Feng Xing deliberately.
"So this soup..." Huo Jingyu looked at Yan Kongyue for help.
"There's no saving you now!" Yan Kongyue replied lightly.
"Grandma, if I go to Naihe Bridge later, does that mean I won't drink soup anymore?" Huo Jingyu was on the verge of tears.
"Silly child, they are just teasing you. This soup is specially made for little Yan Kongyue. If he can drink it, you can too. Don't worry; I put only good things in this soup. Go ahead and drink it."
"Really? Grandma, are you telling the truth?"
"Just look at little Yan Kongyue; he finished his bowl!"
"Grandma, you are so nice!" Huo Jingyu tilted his head back and drank the last bit left in his bowl.
"Well, this child is quite interesting. You are the third person to say I'm nice!"
"Ah, then the first two must be Yan Kongyue and Feng Xing!"
"Hehe, that's right!"
"Grandma, what has Ming Di been busy with lately?" Yan Kongyue glanced towards Gui Men.
The old lady nodded. "He’s been going on about avenging his son every day, but it’s all talk and no action!"
"Old lady, who are you calling all talk and no action?" A tall figure strode out from Gui Men with an imposing presence, shaking the barrier set by Yan Kongyue.
"Feng Yu, tone it down a bit! Can't you see there are little kids here?" Yan Kongyue quickly stood beside Lin Lang and the others.
"Since when did I become a little kid?" Lin Lang protested.
Oh, I forgot! In an instant, the oppressive atmosphere vanished.
Lin Lang felt nothing, but Feng Xing's face turned pale in an instant.
Feng Yu looked at him and said, "Look at what you've done! The child just started to recover a bit, and you don't even know what door you walked through; it's the Yangjian! What's wrong? Is it because you have too many sons now?"
"No, no! I just wanted to scare him!" Facing Yan Kongyue, the dignified Ming Di dared not breathe too loudly. After all, who could blame him when the other party was like the eye of heaven?
"Quickly! Your son has fainted!"
"That brat is embarrassing me!"
"Isn't it your imposing presence that caused this? He only recovered after drinking his grandmother's soup!"
"Oh dear!" In Feng Yu's palm, a glowing orb of white light grew larger and larger until it reached the size of a basketball before stopping.
"What a debt collector!" Feng Yu waved his hand, and the white light floated toward Feng Xing, enveloping him entirely.
Lin Lang and the others looked on in astonishment as the white light gradually merged into Feng Xing's body, his complexion visibly becoming rosy.
"If you scold him again, I might take action!"
"Alright, alright! After all, I am your sworn brother. Why do you have to be so fierce as soon as you see me?"
"This child following you is truly unfortunate!"
"You are utterly unreasonable!" Seeing her son about to wake up, Feng Yu dropped a remark and left.
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