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Chapter Forty-One: The Word of Love

When he came back, Feng Ziqing thought about why Zhang Che wanted to kill him, but he was not sure what the relationship between Zhang Che and the bandits was.

A fifth-level warrior wants to allow bandits to cause trouble. Is it because he respects the bandits or is he completely disappointed with the court? Killing himself to silence him may be because he is afraid of being exposed? Maybe Qi Zhuo is dead and has some cold lips and teeth?

He really had no clue. He looked at the crowds of people rushing to join in the fun and muttered to himself.

"The word love makes me willing to agree to this"

Holding the horse's rein, Feng Ziqing turned around and walked towards Sheng Restaurant out of habit, when a shout suddenly came from behind.

"Hey, wait a minute if the wind isn't heavy."

Feng Ziqing turned around and saw Liu Fu, dressed in men's clothing, running and waving to him.

When Liu Fu ran up to him, he smiled and said, "The news is quite good. Not long after I returned to the city, you came."

Liu Fu put his hands on his waist and said angrily: "I wander back and forth at various city gates every day. How can I be clueless? Do you know that you have been gone for more than half a month? I thought you were really gone.

My wonton skills were in vain."

More than half a month? It seems that I have been lying in the dense forest for a long time. I glanced at the rich man next to me and nodded with satisfaction and loyalty.

"Can you learn how to make wontons?"

Liu Fu's eyes widened, "Of course, if you don't believe me, come to the stall tomorrow and I'll cook it for you!"

Feng Ziqing rolled his eyes slightly, trying to find an excuse not to go. How could a warrior learn to make wontons? He coughed dryly and said, "No hurry, no rush, I was a little tired when I got back. How about another day?"

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"Huh!?" Liu Fu frowned.

Seeing that the little girl was getting angry, Feng Ziqing had no choice but to compromise. After all, it was really not good to make others wait for so long, so he might just give it a try.

Seeing Feng Zi nodded lightly, Liu Fu relaxed his brows and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

The two chatted for a while, and after Feng Ziqing asked about the current situation in Xihe County, he excused himself and left.

According to Liu Fu's story, it should be the fifth day after Long Ke came down from the mountain. The governor of Luwen County led the guards to Wolong Mountain to suppress the bandits.

As soon as the Weihu Gang was disbanded, the government sent troops again. After receiving the news, the bandits from other small gangs became silent, fled and dispersed. It was no longer possible. Now the progress of suppressing the bandits is almost coming to an end.

As soon as the bandit incident was over, the imperial court sent people to Xihe County to investigate, and the action was not unpleasant.

Because in the Weihu Gang's cottage, in the secret passage that was suspected to have been climbed first, secret messages with the two young masters, the Sheriff and the Sheriff, were found, and Qi Zhuo's body happened to be in the Weihu Gang, so the Sheriff and the Sheriff

There is a mountain of irrefutable evidence that bandits collude.

The governor of Qi County was sentenced to death, all his property was confiscated, and other family members were assigned to prison terms. Yang She was no exception.

Zhang Che died in the middle of the road, and all witnesses were dead. Physical evidence alone was not enough to sentence him to death. The county magistrate was deprived of his official status and imprisoned for ten years, and all his property was confiscated.

At this point, the coffin is sealed.

A county guard and a county magistrate both lost their sons and were beheaded and imprisoned, which is sad.

Feng Ziqing pinched his chin, obviously he couldn't go to Sheng Restaurant, so he should go to Jufu Restaurant instead.

As soon as night fell, the wind blew softly and I lay down to sleep early.

He did not choose to practice. After the war, he had not really relaxed yet. Tonight, just like ordinary people, he should have a good sleep.

The sun rose in the east, and the wind slowly turned to wake me up. I stood up and stretched my waist, screaming strangely again and again.

Comfortable!

Go to the wonton stand, I hope it won't taste too bad.

In front of the wonton stall, Liu Fu, still dressed as a man, sat on the bench, with his legs bent and his waist propped up on his chin, tapping his face with his fingers from time to time, and looking outside the stall.

The old man on the side smiled and said nothing. Xiaohu asked quietly from the side: "Sister Xiaofu, do you want to stop practicing for a while? What if the big brother doesn't like to eat the wontons you made?"

Liu Fu's eyes widened, and Xiaohu lowered his eyes slightly, not daring to look at him.

"I have been practicing for half a month. Don't worry, it will definitely be delicious. When he is happy, he might give us some gifts."

Xiaohu's eyes lit up, "Really!?"

"Of course, your sister, when did I lie to you?"

Xiaohu happily ran to his grandfather and started to help.



Feng Ziqing slowly came to the wonton stall. Liu Fu, who had been waiting impatiently for a long time, stood up and walked quickly to him, grabbed his sleeve and pulled him to sit down.

"Just wait, it'll be fine in a while." After saying that, he turned and walked towards the old man.

Feng Ziqing looked at Liu Fu who was busy in front of the stall for a while, and felt uncertain. It looked like that, and she hoped it was not a fake.

Not long after, a bowl of steaming wontons was placed in front of Feng Ziqing's table, with a few chopped green onions and soup. It looked pretty good. He got closer and smelled it, and it was quite fragrant, so he took it under Liu Fu's gaze.

He picked up the spoon, scooped out a little soup, put it to his mouth and licked it.

Well, he frowned, salty! He scooped up another wonton and chewed it. Well, the wontons were good, with thin skin and lots of meat. It seemed that the strength was well controlled, but the cooking skills were a bit lacking, but I could still eat it anyway.

Liu Fu had been watching Feng Ziqing's reaction. At first, he felt nervous when he saw him frowning. After eating the wontons, he nodded slightly and asked, "How was it?"

"Well, please help me get a bowl of water."

Liu Fu pursed his lips, poured a bowl of water for Feng Ziqing and set it aside. The latter poured the soup from the spoon back into the bowl, scooped some water from the bowl, shook it slightly, and waited a moment.

Then put it in your mouth.

Feng Ziqing nodded and said: "Well, it's not bad, but I still need to learn more from your second grandfather, don't bury your skills."

Liu Fu sighed secretly. It seemed to be salty. I think it would be okay to add less salt next time.

Under her gaze, Feng Ziqing ate the wontons with water before finishing the bowl of wontons.

Xiaohu stood aside, thinking that the gift must be gone this time, but alas, he turned around and continued working.

Liu Fu was still a little happy. After all, he had finished eating the wontons, so he bit the bullet and asked: "Brother Feng Bu Xiaofeng, do you agree with that matter?"

Feng Ziqian was slightly startled, raised his head and asked, "What did you just call me?"

"Brother Feng Xiaofeng, what's wrong?" Liu Fu was worried. Could it be that there was a problem with trying to please someone?

The sudden call made Feng Ziqing feel a little dazed. Looking at the little girl of thirteen or fourteen in front of him, he couldn't help but think of Wei Jing.

At that time, she was also at this age and kept calling him this way. If she were still here, would she become friends with Liu Fu?

His mind moved. He held the wooden hairpin in his hand and stroked it gently. Liu Fu's face gradually overlapped with Wei Jing's. He originally wanted to continue to venture alone, but he couldn't help but feel a little shaken. Taking her with him didn't seem to be a bad thing, at least.

There are also wontons to eat.

"Okay, I promise you."

Feng Zi smiled slightly and looked at Liu Fu with gentle eyes.

"Oh? You agreed? You agreed! Second Grandpa, he agreed. Xiaohu, did you see that I didn't lie to you?"

After being stunned, Liu Fu was very happy. She didn't expect Feng Ziqing to agree so readily. She thought she would have to go through some ups and downs.

She secretly decided to make the wontons well.


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