Chapter 5: Chapter 73: Cooking for a Lifetime

They rose from their seats, flying up from mid-air, and landed within the Feng Estate.

Outside the Feng Estate, all the dust had settled.

Where were Feng Chuge and the others? They were nowhere to be seen.

Shui Zhi stood in place, a few unidentifiable colors flickering in the depths of his eyes.

He truly hadn't expected...

Feng Chuge... her strength was actually above his!!

He had heard previously that both Shui Yu'er and his eldest brother had lost to Feng Chuge at the banquet, and he had assumed Feng Chuge had used some kind of trick, such as the itching powder on his brother...

Now, it seemed that was not the case.

"Second Family Head, that Feng Chuge is truly pushing things too far!! She doesn't hold any of us Shui family members in any regard at all," someone stepped forward from the side, speaking with indignation.

Shui Zhi narrowed his eyes, lost in thought. After a long silence, he spoke, "Let us return first—"

...

Inside the Feng Estate, Feng Chuge made another large bowl of noodles, which A'chen ate with great relish...

After finishing it in one breath, he gave a thumbs up. "Woman, your skills have improved greatly~~"

"That's... well, think about who made it," Feng Chuge raised her eyebrows and smiled.

"Mm, it's delicious. I'll never have to worry about having nothing to eat again." A'chen's eyes held a hint of a smile. "Woman, since you'll be my wife in the future anyway, you'll be making meals for me for the rest of your life..."

Feng Chuge had just sat down to take a sip of water, but upon hearing A'chen's words, she immediately sprayed it all out—

She felt she needed to properly educate this little brat.

How could such a young child have a head full of nothing but thoughts of getting a wife!!

By the time Feng Chuge sat up straight, she realized that A'chen, whose face was covered in water, was looking at her with a dark expression.

That cool little face was gloomily terrifying...

The stupid cat meatball, which had been set down by A'chen since they entered the Feng Estate, looked at A'chen's state with a hint of schadenfreude in its eyes.

It just stood there by Feng Chuge's feet, wagging its tail incessantly...

Feng Chuge took out a handkerchief. "Come, little Chen-chen, let me wipe you off. Tell me, who told you to not learn good things at such a young age and always think about getting a wife? If you hadn't said such nonsense, I wouldn't have lost my composure like this, right..."

"I am not a child—" A'chen spoke domineeringly.

"Fine, fine, fine, you're not a child..." Feng Chuge wiped his face until it was dry, then pinched A'chen's small face. "Little brat, is acting cool fun? You're always like this! People who don't know better would think you're a monster..."

A'chen curled his lip, but in the end, he did not speak again...

—Long live spoiling one's wife—

Sunlight filtered through the branches, casting dappled shadows upon the ground.

Since that day of the palace banquet, everything had been incredibly peaceful.

Feng Chuge sat peacefully in a wisteria chair.

Today, she wore a goose-yellow long dress; aside from her usual cold temperament, she possessed a few more touches of loveliness.

Leaning against the chair, she flipped through the ledger in her hands.

With her slender hands and fair wrists, and her gaze sweeping across the pages, she possessed an unparalleled elegance—

Outside, the sound of footsteps approached. Feng Chuge did not pay much attention, merely looking at the ledger in her hands.

The various businesses under the Fengyue Pavilion were indeed seeing increasingly better returns, each showing a trend of stable growth...

"Miss, it is done—" Lv Zhu entered from outside and walked up to Feng Chuge, speaking.

Feng Chuge closed the ledger and slightly lifted her eyes, a hint of playfulness appearing in her gaze. "Oh?"