I'm a princess, so what if I have three husbands?

Chapter 262 Human Fireworks

At that moment, Su Nianhui's eyes lit up; no one had ever said such a thing to him before.

The tears that had been so hard to hold back welled up in her eyes again, this time falling silently.

As his throat bobbed, he sneered, "Father Feng Jun, listen to this! How can this woman say such things!"

In reality, a hardened part of his heart had been melted away, and he was always encouraged to be positive and optimistic.

No one told him to hate to his heart's content, which was somewhat ridiculous, as he really didn't know who to hate.

Should he hate his grandfather for ordering his parents to go to war, or should he hate the people of Wanmojian?

Or perhaps one should hate oneself for still clinging to life, abandoning them and remaining here alone.

"If you've cried enough, prepare some food for me. After all, your father and I have been traveling a long way and are very tired."

Zhongli Yueluo stood there with a cold expression, but her stomach was indeed rumbling.

Su Nianhui let out a cold laugh through her nose. This woman didn't know how to restrain herself in front of her father, Feng Jun.

How could you say such a thing to a child? It's clear that his father, the Wind Lord, didn't object.

"You're an adult, it's not reasonable for you to order around a kid like me."

Zhongli Yueluo took two steps closer to him and pinched his slightly chubby, still-developing cheeks.

"Why do you turn into a child again when I ask you to do something?"

Su Nianhui's cheeks flushed red, as if he had been manipulated by her from the moment he stepped through the door.

He swatted her hand away with his slightly chubby little hand, pouted, and looked aloof. His guard against her had already lessened.

"For the sake of Father Feng, you just wait!"

After saying that, he ran off, disappearing into the shadows. There, he grabbed the purse again.

I cherish it dearly, tracing the outline of this purse; it seems to still exude a fragrance inside.

"Hmph! I won't admit to you so easily. You might not be used to the food from Nanmo Mountain!"

He was already used to living alone, and cooking was no problem for him. He fiddled around in the kitchen for a while.

The little man carrying a large tray came into the courtyard, and then he frowned.

Because Zhongli Yueluo was sitting on Su Fengjun's lap, it wasn't intentional.

Just now, a gust of wind blew, and sand got into her eyes. She wanted to get closer so that Su Fengjun could blow it out for her.

He happened to come back and saw it all. He walked over with a blank expression and placed the tray on the table.

With a heavy thud, Zhongli Yueluo stood up, showing no sign of urgency or embarrassment.

"You're fast enough. If it doesn't taste good, I won't eat it." Zhongli Yueluo said with a proud look.

She treated him with a touch of childlike innocence, and Su Nianhui's lips curled slightly.

"If you keep pushing your luck like this, Father Fengjun won't like you."

Zhongli Yueluo didn't answer, but instead picked up her chopsticks and took a bite of the food on the plate.

His intention to tease her was all too obvious; there was even a huge clump of salt on the vegetables.

Zhong Liyue narrowed her eyes slightly and pulled Su Nianhui in front of her: "I think you haven't eaten either."

There was something malicious in her eyes. She gently pinched his cheek and stuffed a lump of food into his mouth.

Su Nianhui's pupils widened. No one had ever treated him like this before, and the piece of vegetable tasted bitterly salty in his mouth.

Zhongli Yuelu tilted her head, her face innocent and naive: "How is it? Nianhui, doesn't it taste good?"

He was quite patient; he even chewed it a couple of times, but you could tell he was gritting his teeth.

"It's delicious, you should eat some too."

"If it's delicious, you can have all of these. I'm not really hungry anymore. If you're full, you can rest tonight and then pack up to go to the city tomorrow."

"I made this especially for you. If you don't eat it, wouldn't that be disrespectful to me?"

Su Nian swallowed the incredibly salty dish in one gulp, squinting her eyes as she said, "You eat it."

"I think your father, Lord Feng, would like to eat more of these. How about we give them all to him?"

Zhongli Yueluo's lips curled up slightly, and Su Fengjun was not so oblivious either; he could tell that the two of them were secretly competing.

But these are just children's tricks, he shook his head.

Su Nianhui watched as Zhongli Yueluo was about to push the plate toward Su Fengjun, thinking that if Su Fengjun found out that he was teasing her.

He'll definitely get a cold scolding again, and he doesn't want to get yelled at for no reason.

"No, he doesn't want to eat, you want to eat." His eyes still held a hint of stubbornness.

Zhongli Yueluo stood up, looked around, and confirmed the direction he had just gone.

She was about to walk to the kitchen herself; she knew how to cook.

"Where are you going, woman? Why are you wandering around in someone else's villa?"

"It's a bit impolite to call me 'woman' anymore. If you don't want to call me 'mother,' you can call me 'princess.'"

Zhongli Yueluo did not stop because of his words, and walked straight towards the corridor.

"You princess! What kind of princess are you? You have no manners at all!"

While talking, he chased after her with his short legs.

Zhongli Yueluo let out a silvery laugh and deliberately walked very fast ahead, while he grabbed her hem and chased after her.

"No! I won't allow you to wander around!"

She sounded a little anxious as she spoke, probably afraid that Zhongli Yueluo would discover the prank.

"You forbid me from going, but I'm going anyway. Oh, is this the way?"

He tilted his head, his finger darting around in the air, before finally pointing in one direction.

Su Nian stomped her feet in anger. No one had ever treated him like this before. How could she be more like a child than him?

Zhongli Yueluo's intuition was accurate; after turning a few corners, she arrived at the kitchen.

Su Nianhui stood there behind, fiddling with her fingers, while the kitchen was a complete mess.

Vegetable fluff was flying everywhere, and seasoning bottles and jars were scattered all over the place; it was clear that someone was cooking for her with malicious intent.

Zhongli Yueluo looked at the mess inside and clicked her tongue twice.

"If you didn't know better, you'd think you were poisoning me."

"You princess have such a wicked idea! I would never poison you!"

He crossed his arms over his chest, held his head high, but his face was flushed; he was trying to appear calm.

With a flick of her finger, Zhongli Yueluo restored everything to its original place, looking at the few remaining dishes.

Feel free to do whatever you want, at least you won't have any problem getting enough to eat, right?

Next, Su Nianhui saw Zhongli Yueluo rolling up her sleeves and busily working among the basins and ladles.

In a daze, it seemed as if I saw a familiar figure, and my nose tingled slightly.

Upon noticing that Zhongli Yueluo was looking at him, he quietly turned his back; he didn't like the woman in front of him at all!

But while I was daydreaming, a warm fragrance wafted out, though it wasn't particularly amazing.

The chefs in Taiyin City are far inferior, but the taste here is reassuring and comforting.

“Su Nianhui, go and call your father. This bowl is too hot; I can’t hold it.”

Although his tone wasn't friendly, it warmed his heart.