Chapter 325: Chapter 325: Before That, I Was Always Watching You Too
Feng Fuce smiled, "Delicious, Chu Ping has to try it once every three days."
Zhi’er rolled her big eyes and mumbled softly, "If it’s delicious, I’ll have two plates."
She held up two cute little pinky fingers.
Feng Fuce raised his eyebrows and nodded slightly, "Alright."
Only then did Zhi’er lick her lips, feeling a bit better.
Feng Fuce asked, "Now can you turn around and sit?"
Zhi’er lifted her little head, "Hmph, since Brother Fu Ce sincerely begged, I shall agree!"
She turned her small body around, her little feet swinging.
That little bare foot, only wearing long white socks.
The carriage stopped at the entrance of Xijiang Yue.
Feng Fuce handed her the shoes.
"Put them on."
Zhi’er looked at him with her round eyes, "Brother Fu Ce won’t help me?"
Feng Fuce’s cold eyes were startled.
He lowered his head, looking at the little feet swaying back and forth, momentarily silent.
Feng Fuce picked them up and put the shoes on.
At that instant, there was a very strange feeling.
He even inwardly questioned himself immediately.
What exactly was he doing?
In the Demon Realm, only when he was killing and plundering.
Even when he came to the mortal world, he had never done such a thing.
Did he dislike it? Apparently not.
It just felt odd.
While Feng Fuce was in a daze, Zhi’er had already walked to the carriage door, eager to get off.
She looked back, seeing Feng Fuce still daydreaming; the little one urged, "Brother Fu Ce, hurry up! What are you standing around for, you want to skip the bill! You promised to treat me!"
Feng Fuce snapped back, pursing his thin lips, "Coming."
The two of them went into Xijiang Yue together, and the waiter led them to a private room.
After ordering, Zhi’er indeed really liked the shredded chicken with golden threads.
The chicken was in small portions, wrapped in a layer of egg liquid.
After being stir-fried with green onions and paired with small mountain mushrooms, it was incredibly delicious!
Zhi’er ate heartily, while Feng Fuce sat opposite, quietly watching her, occasionally glancing out of the window with indifferent eyes.
He had been drinking tea the whole time, taking not a single bite.
Zhi’er, about full, blinked and looked at Feng Fuce, "I’m not that mad at Brother Fu Ce now."
Feng Fuce chuckled, "What’s the reason for your anger, can you tell me now?"
Zhi’er put down her chopsticks, pouted, and lowered her head, as if she had done something wrong.
"Bai Yanyan is a liar, also a bad person. She lied and wanted to take my daddy away, Zhi’er doesn’t like her."
"But Brother Fu Ce still cared about her kite. When I was flying my kite, you didn’t even look at it; I flew it just for you!"
As the little one spoke to the end, her dangling little feet swayed.
She said in her soft voice, "Because Brother Fu Ce is my good friend, I want my friend to stand together against our enemies."
"But thinking like this is a bit selfish, and I shouldn’t lose my temper at Brother Fu Ce. I won’t do that anymore."
Upon hearing this, Feng Fuce put down the teacup and remained silent for a long time.
Zhi’er looked up, gazing at him, "Brother Fu Ce, are you really mad?"
"No," Feng Fuce’s voice was clear and melodious, with a seriousness even he didn’t notice, "I didn’t look at her kite. Before that, I was always looking at you."
"Zhi’er, your kite flew very well. The reason I explained like that is because—"
He paused his tone.
Ultimately, he chose to be honest.
"I was warning Bai Yanyan. I didn’t tell the truth because I didn’t want you to think that my presence would only bring cruelty."