Hilt's voice faded.
Jiang Si and Bo Jichen, one human and one dragon, who had been lying on the door, straightened up in a second, their expressions becoming serious, and asked in unison, "When did His Highness Agares say that?"
Hilt bowed respectfully and replied, "Your Highness, General Bo Jichen, ten minutes ago, His Highness Agares asked me to come up and remind you both."
"Whether you two will go down to taste the dishes or do something else, please let me know so I can report back to His Highness Agares."
The father and daughter, whose relationship was based on a superficial bond, exchanged a glance, and in each other's eyes they saw disdain for one another, as well as a desire to kill Agares.
So the two of them said in unison:
Bo Jichen: "I want to go back to the palace."
Jiang Si: "He came with me to taste the dishes."
Hilt bent down a little more: "General Bo Jichen, His Highness Agares said that the young prince wants you to accompany him. You must accompany him, otherwise he will talk with His Majesty all night long. Besides military expenses, there are also matters concerning ordinary people, matters concerning demobilization, and matters concerning the restoration of the 11th star system."
Bo Jichen: "..."
You wicked disciple, you wicked disciple.
Do we still want to live like dragons?
Are you going to chat with your sweetheart all night long?
Why doesn't he just go to heaven?
So, the apprentice he taught became an insurmountable obstacle to his own ability to eat meat?
Jiang Si reached out and hooked her arm around Bo Jichen's wrist, her eyes crinkling with delight as she exclaimed, "Daddy, when father and daughter are of one mind, their strength can break metal! You have to listen to me more and spend more time with me, otherwise..."
"Let's go, let's go!" Bo Jichen interrupted the old woman's words, lifted his feet and dragged her along, head held high and chest out, leaving the door of Yan Daqi's room.
Ginger shreds: "..."
After seeing the two of them leave, Hilt glanced at Mr. Yan's door and knocked three times.
A moment later, the door opened, and Si Mubei, shirtless, poked his head out: "What's up?"
Hilt took out a box from his spatial button and presented it to Simu Bei with his white gloved hands. He said respectfully to Simu Bei, who no longer wore effeminate clothing and had a flat chest, "Ms. Simu Bei, this is a gift from His Highness Agares."
A gift from his cheap son-in-law?
Simubei looked at the suspicious box.
Hilt bowed his head respectfully and said, "I hope you have a pleasant stay. Please feel free to call me if you need anything. I'm always here for you."
After saying that, he took two steps back, then turned and left.
Si Mubei shook the box, and a clanging sound came from inside.
Si Mubei asked in confusion, "What is that?"
He closed the door and went back to his room.
Inside the room, on the large bed, Yan Daqi lay paralyzed, his hands and feet bound, his mouth gagged, and a blanket draped over his stomach. He struggled desperately but could not break free.
Si Mubei sat down on the bed and shook the box vigorously again, still unable to figure out what his cheap son-in-law could give him.
He held the box for a long time before slowly opening it. Inside the huge box, he found only one box... only one small box... of ointment?
What is this thing for?
Si Mubei squinted and leaned closer to the small box. When he saw the words written on it, his pupils constricted, and as if he had been electrocuted, he threw the box away in a flash.
The small box clattered to the ground, the lid opened, and a thick, sticky ointment flowed out, emitting a faint fragrance…
"Waaaaah..."
With his mouth gagged, Yan Qi could only make muffled sounds.
Si Mubei's hand, which was swinging, slapped Yan Qi's lower abdomen with a loud thud, though not hard.
Yan Qi was stunned by the blow and tried to look up at him.
Si Mubei ran out of his spatial storage and found a set of tools that Yan Qi had used to disembowel and cut up.
He opened the tools used in the crime, pulled out a thin, sharp knife, and held it up to Yan Qi's leg, which was covered by a blanket. He chuckled sinisterly, "Little Qi Qi, you cut off my bottom, and I cut off your leg. Perfect... I'll use your leg to pay tribute to my bottom!"
Yan Qi: "!!!!!!!"
Jiang Si and Bo Jichen came down.
Jiang Si ran into the kitchen and prepared two cups of fruit tea. The fruit tea contained diced apples, oranges, pears, and basil, along with lemon and honey, making it a delicious fruit tea.
Bo Jichen took a sip of fruit tea and exclaimed, "This tea is delicious. Do you have any more? I'll bring some back for you when I go back to the palace."
That's a really despicable scoundrel.
She absolutely loves Her Majesty.
"Yes!" Using the space button as cover, Jiang Si took out all the fruits for this cup of fruit tea from her space. There were as many as 10 of each kind of fruit: "Cut these fruits into small pieces, pour in honey, and you can either brew the fruit tea directly or boil it."
Bo Jichen, who had no concept of shame, opened his personal terminal and said to his cheap, leaky daughter, "In order to promote my Lover's Street and your Recipe Street, I've decided... let's do a live stream of our cooking tasting."
"To make this a spectacular start, let's begin our live stream by picking fruit, and whet our appetites first!"
Ginger shreds: "..."
She gave him a thumbs up.
As expected of him.
Real dog.
Bo Jichen started his live stream. He knew his cheap, leaky daughter's style of live streaming: she would show her hands but not her face, and if her face was involved, she would cover it up with a big chrysanthemum.
As a general of the Troia Empire, he was well-known in the online news of the Merfolk, the Fourth Civilization, the Federation, the Orcs, and other small races and nations.
Moreover... Bo Jichen's live stream room supports access from outside the network, which means that... as long as he starts a live stream and opens the permissions, the Merfolk, the Fourth Civilization, the Federation, and the Orcs can all enter his live stream room as long as they don't care about the time difference.
Although his live stream didn't have many viewers at first, unlike Jiang Si's, it still attracted people from various countries.
As soon as people from these countries entered the live stream room, they saw the camera lens filled with fruit, some of which they recognized and some of which they did not.
The viewers in the live stream started sending sarcastic comments: "General Bo Jichen, the last time you did a live stream was when you were arguing with the parliament. Now you're doing another live stream. Are you trying to provoke us? So many 'fruits' (a slang term for virtual currency)?"
"General Bo Jichen is indeed a dog without any martial ethics. He has never done a single human thing. During training, the experience under his command was absolutely horrific."
"Upstairs, that happened 800 years ago, can we please stop bringing it up? We need to ask him if he's selling the fruit?"
"Yes, yes, General Bo Jichen, you're a single dog, how can you possibly eat so many fruits? Everyone gets a share, right? Name your price, and I'll buy them all."
Bo Jichen projected the live stream chat comments.
Jiang Si could see the comments while sitting at the table, so Bo Jichen told her to greet them first.
She waved her hand at the live stream and began her opening remarks: "Dear friends, hello everyone, I am Jiang Jiang, the daughter of General Bo Jichen. It's nice to meet you all."
Bo Jichen then spoke up: "Dear friends, hello everyone, I am Jiang Jiang's father, Bo Jichen, it's nice to meet you all!"
The viewers in the live stream went wild: "Holy crap, holy crap, what's going on? Jiang Jiang's dad is General Bo Jichen? Did I hear that right?"
"You heard me right, and I heard you right too. I just want to know, when Jiang Jiang's father is General Bo Jichen, did such a powerful father break his ex-husband's third leg when he found out that Jiang Jiang divorced him?"
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