He not only didn’t open his mouth.
Instead, he pressed his thin lips together, looking down with cold eyes at the little one almost climbing onto him.
Zhi’er saw his "disobedience" and was very dissatisfied, pouting her little lips.
Yesterday, Fourth Brother Bai Daoyan was fed by her and was happy to eat.
Why is this bad brother so stubborn!
Zhi’er pointed a little finger towards the door, pretending to be surprised: "Brother Fu Ce, look at that!"
Feng Fuce’s gaze didn’t even shift as he continued to stare at the little one.
He then pulled a cold smirk: "Trying to trick me into losing focus?"
Just as Feng Fuce finished his sentence!
Zhi’er seized the moment when he opened his mouth to swiftly stuff the dumpling into it.
The Xiu Luo Envoys nearby saw their cold and indifferent Marquis being outsmarted by a three-year-old!
With a dumpling in his mouth, his handsome face was full of surprise!
The scene was truly amusing.
The Xiu Luo Envoys forcibly held back, their fingers gripping tightly at the sides of their pants to restrain themselves.
Zhi’er stood close to him, her porcelain white and rosy face tilted up, her eyes curved into a mischievous smile.
"You knew I was going to outsmart you, so why did you fall for it, Brother Fu Ce? Even though you’re bad, you’re a bit silly, but still very cute!"
Feng Fuce’s fury began to rise from within, a cold wave like dark ink rolling through his eyes.
This little bun who needs to be taught a lesson.
Bai Yaoyu seemed to notice something off in Feng Fuce’s gaze.
He immediately extended his arm, grabbing Zhi’er’s little hand, pulling his sister into his embrace to protect her.
"Zhi’er is a Princess, what she offers is a gift, even if the Marquis dislikes it, he should endure and overcome." Bai Yaoyu’s voice carried a hidden warning.
Feng Fuce lifted his cold eyes, a menacing aura surging forth.
Just as he was about to get angry.
He realized that the meatball Zhi’er placed between his lips and teeth seemed a bit unusual.
An indefinable magic light, one untouchable by mortals, flowed through his tongue and throat, coursing through his organs.
Finally reaching deep within his Primordial Spirit.
In just a fleeting moment.
His mana was slightly restored.
Feng Fuce felt an inexplicable surprise.
It was the first time since coming to the mortal world that he could restore his cultivation without resorting to slaughter and plunder.
Feng Fuce took a bite of the dumpling and placed the rest back in the bowl before him.
He tasted it carefully, trying to sense more nourishment from it.
However, after taking several bites, he could no longer find that feeling again.
The nearby Xiu Luo Envoys were secretly astonished seeing their Marquis not angry, but instead savoring the meal intently.
Zhi’er observed this, her eyes curved into a crescent shape with laughter: "I told you, the dumplings are delicious, no one can resist them, does Brother Fu Ce like them?"
Feng Fuce put down his chopsticks, and the suspicion in his eyes had vanished without a trace.
He lifted his long eyes, fixing them on Zhi’er across from him.
This little creature not only had luck on her side, but the food she offered also had an unusual effect.
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow leisurely.
It seems this little bun must continue to stay by his side, for now, she can’t be eaten.
Zhi’er only saw Feng Fuce sipping tea slowly before saying, "I like it."
Just these two words made the little one beam even more sweetly, but left the Xiu Luo Envoys amazed, and Bai Yaoyu’s face filled with suspicion and scrutiny.
Xiu Luo Envoy: The Marquis actually said he liked the food fed to him by someone else!
Bai Yaoyu: Marquis Wan is unpredictable, being so straightforward now, could there be any scheme?
Regardless, Zhi’er’s innocence and charm took no heed of Feng Fuce’s reaction.
After thoroughly enjoying her meal, Feng Fuce also generously paid the meal’s cost of fifty taels.
The little one didn’t linger, bid farewell to Bai Yaoyu, and then followed Feng Fuce onto the carriage to return to the palace.