"I knew it was impossible, so I lied to her and said that Fengjiang is prettier than my Nine Emperors Uncle."

As soon as Feng Jiuer finished speaking, Zhan Qingcheng's aura suddenly became different.

"Really?"

The man's voice was still a little weak, but Feng Jiu'er knew very well that he was no longer angry.

And I don’t know if it’s because I feel proud, and I feel a little happy.

"Um."

Feng Jiuer nodded.

After skillfully tying up his long hair, Feng Jiuer returned to Zhan Qingcheng's side with an obedient expression.

“Uncle Nine Emperors, how about some more snake soup?

I'm hungry too, and if I don't serve it, I'm worried about being eaten by them."

She blinked her round eyes and looked at Zhan Qingcheng, even her voice was so soft that she could hardly bear it.

However, Uncle Nine Emperors seemed to accept her approach quite easily.

He actually took the bowl from her hand and said gracefully: "Go ahead, I can do it myself."

"Well, Uncle Nine Emperors, you must finish your meal."

Feng Jiuer nodded, stood up, turned around and left with light steps.
Chapter completed!