Chapter 862

Li Zimu asked Li Wuyou with a smile, completely ignoring Li Hui who hadn't even gotten out of the car to walk over.

Seeing Li Zimu and Li Wuyou chatting happily, Li Hui lowered her eyes and stood silently to the side, not interrupting their conversation.

"Oh right, Dad, let me tell you, the cook Sister Hui found has such great skills, I've never eaten such delicious food! I want to go find Sister Hui to play later~"

Seeing his daughter's semi-coquettish manner, Li Zimu just chuckled and agreed to everything.

"Good, good, good, as long as you want to, you can go anytime."

Hearing this, Li Hui's eyes narrowed slightly. Was it because he was well-prepared that he wasn't afraid of any accidents?

After Li Zimu and Li Wuyou chatted for a while longer, they were dismissed by Li Zimu. After all, he and Li Hui still had other things to attend to.

"Li Hui, let's go."

Li Zimu's attitude toward Li Hui was completely different, extremely cold, as if he didn't want to say even half a sentence more.

"Yes."

Li Hui knew she had no right to ask and could only follow silently behind Li Zimu.

The two arrived in front of a car, where the driver was already waiting.

Li Hui didn't know what Li Zimu had called her here for. The person who came to notify her yesterday only told her to come here today; as for anything else, she knew nothing.

"Let's go."

Li Zimu glanced at Li Hui, who was getting into the car, and gave the order directly to the driver.

1178. Rice fried with egg, isn't that just egg fried rice? (Seeking full subscription)

The car started slowly. Li Hui looked at the scenery receding outside the window, her heart filled with many possibilities.

However, what reassured Li Hui was that this time, just like before, it was merely to make a simple appearance in the public eye.

"Hmm... it's noon."

Fang Yang frowned. It was the most difficult time again; every time it was mealtime, Fang Yang had such troubles.

"Hey, what to eat?"

"..."

Wumian sat quietly, glanced at Fang Yang, then withdrew her gaze without a sound.

"?"

Fang Yang looked confused. It was impossible that she hadn't heard; otherwise, why would she look at him?

But if you heard and didn't respond, that was a bit disrespectful.

(Haha, Brother Yang is being ignored by a beauty~)

"Go, go, go, stop being so sarcastic here."

Fang Yang's self-talk didn't attract Wumian's attention; she remained immersed in her own world.

Seeing Wumian still not reacting, Fang Yang stopped bothering. If you want to eat, eat; if not, don't. I'm not working for you.

Thinking of this, Fang Yang left directly and headed to the kitchen.

If you were paying my salary, maybe I'd beg you to eat, but now, heh, you should be grateful that I'm cooking for you.

Fang Yang didn't know what was good to eat, so he simply rummaged through the kitchen. He remembered there should be some rice left from last night. Since that was the case, he'd just make some egg fried rice.

(Me, me, me, I have experience! Brother Yang is going to make egg fried rice, right?)

Fang Yang smiled. Sure enough, his fans were still watching carefully. He was very gratified by this.

"No, no, it's not egg fried rice."

Fang Yang smiled mysteriously and denied it immediately.

(Huh? It's not? Then what are you going to make?)

The fans looked at the ingredients over and over again, but no matter how many times they looked, the result was the same.

"It's rice fried with egg, not egg fried rice."

(Ah? Isn't that the same thing!)

Fang Yang smacked his lips and shook his head, suddenly sighing.

"How can this be the same? Egg fried rice uses two eggs, rice fried with egg uses three eggs. It's a whole egg more!"

Hearing Fang Yang's shocked tone, the fans were speechless. This, is there any difference in this?

Oh right, it is indeed different, after all, the number of eggs consumed is different.

(Well said, don't say it again next time.)

(Wonderful, is that how you teach?)

"Ahahaha, just kidding, I was just rambling earlier, actually I used four eggs."

Once this was said, the live stream room went quiet, as if stunned by Fang Yang's re-explanation.

"This kid, I even want to beat him up."

Li Ye covered his face, unable to watch, simply unable to watch.

Fang Yang chuckled, stopped joking, and seriously made the egg fried rice.

(Actually, Brother Yang is still very good, looks good, has skills, it's just that he grew a mouth, it's really a pity.)

(Agreed, I strongly agree, which big shot can sew this kid's mouth shut?)

Once again, ignoring the fans' nonsense, he continued making the fried rice.

(Heh, you think it's fine if you don't talk? Brothers, I've already found out where Fang Yang is.)

Once this was said, not only Fang Yang and the fans, but Li Ye and his group were also very surprised. Could it be that there really are experts among the people?

Even they couldn't do this.

Of course, in order to keep it secret, Director Chen could only find some reliable personnel with lower positions. After all, arranging these people elsewhere wouldn't affect the operation of the police station. As for finding others from outside to help?

That was even more impossible. What if the news leaked?

1179. This has blown up! Are they really going to rush over to beat me up? (Seeking full subscription)

Moreover, the goal now was to have Fang Yang infiltrate the inside. Knowing Fang Yang's location, they could only rush to rescue him if he encountered danger. If they were too far, they couldn't save him; if they were too close, it was easy to alert the enemy.

So it was simply delayed.

Fang Yang's fingertips trembled slightly, not knowing if this was good or bad.

Looking at the curses in the live stream, Fang Yang exclaimed that he had really blown things up. From the "Yang God" that everyone once screamed and cheered for, he had become a street rat that everyone wanted to beat.

"They wouldn't really rush over to beat me up, would they?"

Fang Yang muttered to himself. If the fans really came here, wouldn't his live streaming be exposed?

At that time, let alone whether the fans could leave safely, even his own life would be hard to guarantee. After all, this house was already under Li Zimu's surveillance.

Focusing his attention back to the live stream room, Fang Yang continued to look for the name of the fan who said they would find his address. But fortunately, the other party only said they wanted to locate him and had located him.

But so far, they hadn't revealed his location.

This also made Fang Yang constantly warn himself in his heart that the other party might just be talking big and didn't know his specific location.

Thinking of how he had seen many ordinary people get involved with famous figures or have scandals because of certain words, whether it was real fame or notoriety.

The result was at least being widely known, and then... directly live streaming to sell goods.

Thinking of this, Fang Yang felt that this fan might also want to use his name to get famous.

"This... what new instructions do they have?"

Seeing that evil red dot again, Fang Yang looked at it immediately. Three seconds later, a pop-up appeared.

"This is..."

Fang Yang was slightly surprised. This private message wasn't from Li Ye and the others; it was... that fan who wanted to expose his name?

"Brother Yang, sorry, I said I wanted to locate you, I was just talking big, hope you don't mind."

It was followed by a few apologetic emojis.

Looking at this message, Fang Yang breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, fortunately, this fan was just talking big.

Carrying the egg fried rice out of the kitchen, Fang Yang's mood was simply exploding with happiness. This wasn't just as simple as the fans not having to run around; the most important thing was that his life and the fans' lives were safe.

"Hey, time to eat."

Fang Yang placed the two portions of egg fried rice on the table and turned to look at Wumian, who was spacing out. He felt angry. If you don't want to eat, forget it. It's not like I'm happy to prepare it for you.

Glaring at Wumian, Fang Yang picked up a spoon and started eating on his own. For this kind of egg fried rice where every grain was distinct, using a spoon was more convenient.

"Hmm, still the old taste."

Fang Yang took a bite and gave it top-tier praise.

Wumian frowned. If you're eating, just eat, what's with the weird sounds? I'm really speechless.

Looking at Fang Yang, he was shoveling fried rice into his mouth non-stop, and there was another portion next to him.

Wumian was stunned. Just now, did he call her to eat? ===== CHAPTER 863 =====