Chapter 165 The Cultivators You Can't Get Rid Of

Chapter 165 The Cultivators You Can't Get Rid Of

"We don't want anyone in our family anymore."

The little bundle of flesh, with its sleeves rolled up, swaggered over, hands on its belly, holding a rag.

With her little eyebrows furrowed, she was a perfect little helper at housework.

Tang Chen looked down at her.

That tiny little guy actually managed to kill the Third Elder and the Sect Leader, Zhu Yi.

Indeed, they are not to be underestimated.

Qingbao noticed this scrutinizing gaze.

Qingbao's little face was wary. "It's already a huge favor that my mother is willing to help you. Luckily, you met her today. If you had met me, you would be dead. Hurry up and leave!"

As they were talking.

The little bundle of milk showed a fierce and menacing expression.

She thought she was cool.

But Tang Chen remained silent.

Okay, that's cute and fierce.

Was the Third Elder killed because he underestimated Qingbao's face?

"Go away, my family doesn't want you." Si He waved her hand and told the two maids to close the door.

Tang Chen and Qing Hui stood there in tattered clothes, but their backs were perfectly straight, truly exuding an air of otherworldly grace.

"Senior sister, this Qingbao is not easy to deal with, this is the third time already..."

They have tried three times already.

Even though they used disguise this time, the other party was not fooled and brought them into their home.

Tang Chen smiled lightly, "It's alright, it was just a formality anyway."

None of these three times mattered.

Because she had no intention of using such low-level tactics to gain the trust of the mother and daughter.

The two exchanged a glance and slowly revealed a smile.

They walked into the streets and alleys.

The figure gradually disappeared, turning into nothingness.

It was as if these two people had never existed.

*

Inside the residence of the official.

When Si He returned to the courtyard, she looked incredulous.

"Who did this?"

How come she does housework even better than her?

The floor was so shiny you could use it as a mirror.

The next moment.

A mournful male ghost in white slowly appeared, startling the two maids behind him into screaming.

"Don't be afraid, we're all family." Qingbao supported one of the older girls' legs with one hand.

Si He frowned and looked at Fu Tu, "Lord Fu Tu, if you're being forced, just blink..."

I know my own daughter best.

How could Qingbao force the vengeful ghost to do housework?

Fu Tu gave a stiff smile and blinked frantically. "I did it voluntarily."

Snap—

Si He slapped him across the face, yelling, "If it was all voluntary, why are you only starting work now? We're going to be exhausted!!!"

hateful!

Since it's voluntary, why not act sooner!

They were kept busy here for most of the day.

Fu Tu looked shocked. "Weren't you going to stand up for me?"

"Are you stupid? She's my daughter, would she hurt me?" Si He rubbed Qingbao's little head.

Qingbao smiled innocently, and deliberately tiptoed to rub her head against her mother's palm:

"Exactly, exactly. Why didn't you act sooner? You made us work so hard for so long."

Fu Tu's pupils dilated. "Didn't you say that Si He taught you to do housework diligently and be a responsible person to your family..."

Si He said quietly, "That was when there were no other options. Now that there are other options, who would want to do housework..."

Is it fun to tire yourself out?

Fu Tu's worldview was utterly shattered today.

Qingbao grabbed his shirt and threw him into the kitchen.

"Since we still have some free time, please make a five-dish meal and a soup. We're hungry."

Sunset.

Smoke rose from every household, carrying the aroma of cooked rice.

Wearing an apron, Fu Tu floated mournfully in the kitchen, directing a wisp of black smoke to chop vegetables, another to start a fire, and yet another to stir-fry the food...

After a long day of hard work, the fragrant food was ready, a delicacy that would be palatable to ordinary people, but he couldn't eat it.

Damn it, he'll turn back into a human sooner or later!

At the dinner table.

The black mist automatically served the food.

Fu Tu floated over with a virtuous husband look on his face, "How is it? My cooking skills are not bad, right?"

It looks like a five-dish-and-one-soup meal that looks delicious and smells wonderful.

Qingbao's mouth watered, and she picked up her chopsticks and started eating.

"It's delicious." The little guy's cheeks were bulging.

Si He smiled and praised, "Lord Fu Tu's cooking skills are truly excellent. Did you often cook before?"

“Before…” Fu Tu’s eyes dimmed, his voice soft, “my junior sister liked to eat…”

Qingbao paused.

Eyes wide open.

"Why are you saying all that? Sit down and join us." The little boy stood on the stool and used his short hands to serve him food.

Although Fu Tu couldn't eat it, he sat upright with a cool expression, and slowly a smile appeared on his face.

"It's okay, it's been many years."

More than a thousand years have passed. What is meant to be remembered will be remembered, and what is not meant to be remembered cannot be forced.

What's there to be afraid of if I remember it all?

It's nothing.

Si He sensed something was wrong and quickly changed the subject, speaking to the two girls...

"You all sit down and eat with us."

The little girl lowered her head, too afraid to sit down.

“Madam, according to the rules, we can only begin after you have finished eating…” one of them secretly swallowed.

Another person's stomach was growling, but they still didn't dare to.

Si He said coldly, "This is an order."

The two exchanged a glance before timidly sitting down and picking up their rice bowls...

"You are the people I have carefully selected. From now on, you will work for me, so you should treat this place as your own home. When there are no outsiders, you don't need to be too formal. Do you understand?"

Si He's tone softened a bit.

The two nodded.

"Understood, madam."

"We understand."

Seeing them eating heartily, Qingbao and Sihe finally smiled.

"That's more like it." Qingbao smiled sweetly, which was very heartwarming.

Si He suddenly thought of something, put down her chopsticks, and asked:

"By the way, when we bought you, you didn't have names yet. Have you decided what to call you now?"

She gave them the right to name the children.

Half a day is enough time for them to come up with a name they like.

The two girls remained silent for a long time.

One of them put down his chopsticks and slowly said, "Madam, my name is Qinghui."

The other bowed his head, his gaze deep, his voice soft:

"How about I be called Tang Chen?"