Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 702

Chapter 702: 705

Zhang Xiaochen’s face was also filled with anger. "Brother Dao Feng, you worked so hard to climb to your current position. Now that you’ve made it, those family members have come to drag you down. If those people get their hands on some resources, I’m afraid they’ll cause even greater harm. When that happens, you losing face will be the least of our worries; what’s worse is that they might attract the attention of even higher-ranking officials."

"Alright, I’m already aware of the situation. It’s rare for us to be together, so let’s not fret over these things. Come on, I’ll take you for some breakfast," Dao Feng said. Seeing that the time was about right, he led Zhang Xiaochen straight to the Imperial Kitchen.

"Brother," Zhang Xiaochen said, frowning slightly. Why doesn’t he seem to care about this at all? He must know that if he agrees to help them, the Zhang family’s influence will grow, and they’ll bring harm to even more people. Those family disciples will become more arrogant and bully the innocent. In the end, it would ruin his good reputation, too.

"Don’t worry about it. Let’s eat," Dao Feng said with a smile. They had just arrived at the Imperial Kitchen. The first thing he went for wasn’t pastries, but fine wine. To Dao Feng, wine was the best thing in life. During the days he was cast out of his family, wine had been his constant companion, helping him forget his sorrows and start over. Of course, he also got some pastries for Zhang Xiaochen. Then, with an expression of pure bliss, he began to savor the fine wine.

As Zhang Xiaochen ate her pastries, a strange feeling crept into her heart. My brother has changed. The old Dao Feng would have surely erupted in anger and immediately marched off to give those people a piece of his mind. But the Dao Feng of today did nothing. Why has he changed so much? Could it be because of that Sect Leader, Wu Tian? Who is he, exactly?

Just then, Wu Tian appeared, holding the little guy. As the saying goes, speak of the devil. "It seems you’re quite curious about me," he said.

"You... You’re that audacious Wu Tian? The one who... who even dared to kill Law Enforcers?" Zhang Xiaochen was so shocked that the words tumbled out before she could think.

After speaking, she realized her mistake and her face went pale. According to the rumors, Wu Tian kills indiscriminately! If he even dares to kill Law Enforcers, what’s stopping him from killing me?

"Don’t worry. My dad’s not some murderous demon; he won’t kill you," the little guy in Wu Tian’s arms said, looking displeased. "Remember, the people my dad kills are people who deserve to die. He’s a kind person."

"Right... kind," Zhang Xiaochen said, her lips twitching. On the surface, she could only agree.

"Stop pretending. You might agree with me on the surface, but I know you’re thinking something else," the little guy said with a pout.

Zhang Xiaochen was stunned into silence. I’m ten, which is young enough. But he’s only five... and yet, this little guy is not easy to fool at all.

Wu Tian ignored the exchange between the two girls and made his way to the cooking area, where he began busying himself with pots and pans. He had woken up today with a sudden urge to cook. This was truly a blessing for Qin Yuhan and the little guy.

As he casually prepared the fillings, he said, "Dao Feng, my Spiritual Sense picked up on your conversation before I even stepped inside. Your family wants a piece of the pie. What are you planning to do about it?"

Even so, Dao Feng did not dare to let his guard down. When Wu Tian plays the zither, he is the most elegant of young masters. When he cooks, he is like a Great Grandmaster among chefs. There is no trace of killing intent about him, only the warm, ordinary aura of daily life. This Sect Leader is an enigma, wrapped in layer upon layer of unsolvable mysteries. I must have been a good person for ten lifetimes to have had the good fortune to meet him. How else could I have stumbled upon such an opportunity?

"What else can I do? We are family, after all," Dao Feng said with a small smile. He then added slowly, "It is indeed time to give them some gifts."

"Very good," Wu Tian replied with a noncommittal smile. He could tell from Dao Feng’s tone that this would be no friendly feast. The "gifts" Dao Feng spoke of were certainly nothing good.

The food Wu Tian made was truly the finest of delicacies. Its flavor was so divine it made one reluctant to ever leave. He had made green bean cakes. It was a common snack, but his skill transformed it into something extraordinary. After one bite, Zhang Xiaochen couldn’t help but stuff four more into her mouth. How can such an enigmatic man exist in this world? The man rumored to be a crazed mass murderer can make pastries with such unique artistry and delicious flavor! These are two completely different personas!

Zhang Xiaochen told me about the family’s financial state. Only their Second Mother could afford to wear nice clothes, and only when she went out on business. But look at them now... The family has sunk this low, yet they still cling to their worthless pride?

Si’er’s expression turned cold. You should feel blessed that I’m even here to greet you, and you have the audacity to expect Brother Sect Leader to welcome you personally? Who do you think you are?

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