Fan Tong shook his head and smiled, "Don't worry, Madam, our family has done a great deed, and those evil spirits will never bother us again."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a servant came in to report, "Master, Miss Chen requests an audience."
Fan Tong was overjoyed. His wish had come true; it seemed Miss Chen truly did have some kind of telepathic connection with him.
"Hurry up, quickly invite them in."
The moment Chen Qingqing walked in, Fan Tong's eyes widened in disbelief.
I noticed she was wearing new clothes, and her curvaceous figure looked even more captivating and alluring—truly a rare beauty...
Seeing his father's eyes practically popping out of their sockets, Fan Hun was so angry he rolled his eyes back.
He's really shameless; he's even less capable than a pretty woman.
Those ghosts and gods are blind. Instead of punishing the father who is even more lustful than his son, they shaved his head so he couldn't even go out.
He couldn't stand it any longer and shouted a reminder, "Dad, what are you doing? You'll be drooling in a minute."
Fan Tong finally came to his senses, shook his big fat head, rubbed his hands and smiled broadly, "Miss Chen, please have a seat."
Seeing his disgraceful behavior, Chen Qingqing looked away, her eyes devoid of any emotion. "Mr. Fan, are the preparations for distributing porridge complete?"
"Don't worry, Miss Chen. I have already instructed Steward Shi to start distributing porridge to help the people. I guarantee that the porridge will be distributed for ten consecutive days without fail."
"That's good, but you must remember that the standard for serving porridge is that chopsticks can be inserted without falling over and the porridge can be wrapped without leaking. If you cut corners and deceive the gods, I believe the gods will not let it go."
Recalling what she had witnessed at the porridge distribution site, Chen Qingqing's eyes darkened, and she spoke threateningly...
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