Chapter 877

"Forget it, you go get busy."

Fang Yang waved his hand, letting Skinny Pig leave.

"Sigh, I'm truly speechless. I shouldn't have asked. Now I'm actually feeling a little scared."

Returning to the kitchen, Fang Yang chatted with his fans while cooking the food he wanted to make. There was no helping it; as a streamer, one still had to interact with the fans.

What made Fang Yang heave a sigh of relief was that he hadn't seen Li Wuyou or Li Wunian all day; it was actually quite peaceful.

Knock, knock, knock~

Hearing the knocking, Fang Yang turned his head slightly to look. He opened the door and found a white-haired old man standing at the entrance, his face cold and indifferent, possessing a sense of authority that didn't require anger to be felt.

"Uh, um, is there something you need?"

Fang Yang swallowed hard, feeling very nervous.

He had seen this person before; just yesterday, this old man had pressed a pistol against his head. With such a deep memory, Fang Yang really couldn't forget it even if he wanted to.

"Are you making lunch?"

Old Wang ignored Fang Yang, who was blocking the doorway, and squeezed directly into the kitchen.

Looking at Old Wang, who didn't have a hint of a smile on his face, Fang Yang only felt that the man was here to cause trouble—at least, that was what his face expressed.

"Yeah, it's almost lunchtime, isn't it?"

Fang Yang laughed, while internally cursing a storm. Otherwise, what, did I come to the kitchen to dig a tunnel and escape?

"Hmm, it smells pretty good."

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Old Wang acted as if he were here for the first time, constantly looking around, until finally, he brought his nose close to the pot and sniffed.

"Is that so? That's great then."

Fang Yang forced a smile, his heart becoming even more certain that this old man was here to cause trouble.

After all, what kind of decent person would constantly size things up with such an icy, cold face?

(This, this old man is definitely not simple!)

(Aren't you stating the obvious? Anyone who isn't blind can see that.)

(Aren't you all just stating the obvious? Someone who can carry a gun in front of a big shot must be someone who is highly valued!)

"Hmph, since that's the case, then the Young Master should continue."

Old Wang snorted coldly, flicked his sleeve, and left indignantly.

"Huh? He's just leaving like that?"

Fang Yang looked at himself, then at Old Wang's hurried back, feeling that something wasn't right.

Shouldn't the next step be for him to threaten me and tell me not to be too arrogant?

How did he just leave so simply?

(No, what else do you want? Are you unhappy if he doesn't beat you up?)

The fans expressed that they were very troubled. What kind of normal person rushes to be abused?

"Ahaha, let's forget about that then."

Fang Yang hurriedly refused; he still wanted to live well, and preferably, escape this sea of bitterness.

(Tch, I knew you wouldn't dare. You are now a person who is below one but above ten thousand; what are you afraid of him for?)

"Sigh, even if I really gained their trust, taking a step back, he is, after all, an old friend who has been adventuring with them for many years. Why would he believe me just because of a few words?"

Fang Yang saw things very clearly; in terms of status, he was the lowest among them.

He had only saved his life because of good luck. If Li Zimu were in a bad mood that day, he would take it out on him in a heartbeat.

After all, he had seen Li Hui's fate with his own eyes—in front of everyone, without any regard for Li Hui's face.

Fang Yang didn't want to be trampled under someone's feet one day.

"Forget it, it's not like I don't have time. Let's continue making today's lunch."

Smelling the burnt scent in the air, Fang Yang secretly thought it was bad—it definitely burnt!

(No, what is that black thing in the dish? It wouldn't be burnt, would it? No way, no way?)

(It is burnt! I can even smell that familiar scent. After all, I just burnt a dish today, hehe.)

(Come, come, listen, listen to my deafening silence.)

"Even a horse may stumble, and a person may make a mistake. This is perfectly normal; why must you keep pointing it out?"

Fang Yang was a bit displeased looking at the fans' mockery. After all, who is born knowing everything? It's all learned through effort and study later on.

There's really no need to crush someone's self-confidence.

(But, every dish I've touched has burnt without exception.)

(Huh?)

"Ah, well... perhaps takeout isn't that unhealthy, is it?"

Looking at the fans' words, not knowing if they were true or false, Fang Yang smiled bitterly inside. You, you might as well not have said that.

At the dining table, Fang Yang looked at Li Wunian and his sister wolfing down their food, feeling a little bit of satisfaction. After all, they were eating so happily, and Fang Yang did feel a certain sense of accomplishment.

However, what made Fang Yang feel uncertain was that Li Zimu had only taken a few bites before putting down his chopsticks. Seeing this, Fang Yang recalled the previous meals; it seemed he only ate a few bites every time.

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These were simply two extremes; Fang Yang wasn't even sure if what he made was delicious or terrible.

"Is... is it not to your liking?"

Fang Yang was a bit curious. After all, he had now accepted a house, a car, and a bank card; he should at least show some concern for the person who gave him these things.

"Hehe, that's not it. I simply have no appetite."

Li Zimu smiled kindly, indicating that he was only eating little due to health reasons, letting Fang Yang rest easy.

"I see."

Fang Yang nodded blankly, inadvertently glancing at the Li Wunian siblings. He was puzzled inside: his father was eating so little, so why were these two still acting like they only knew how to stuff their faces?

"Alright, you two, finish your meal and get ready to go back to school."

Li Zimu, who usually wished Li Wunian wouldn't leave, acted out of character by actively shooing them away, which made him feel a bit puzzled.

Although the siblings were puzzled, they just looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

The two ate happily, and now that they were mostly full, they got up and left before long.

Glancing at Li Zimu, who was still sitting to the side, Fang Yang felt very awkward. You say it would be fine if others were here, but, but it was just the two of them here.

It would be a lie to say he wasn't nervous or awkward. Without the siblings' chatter, the whole room was much quieter.

In this atmosphere, Fang Yang no longer had the mood to continue eating.

"Hmm? You stay!"

Fang Yang, who had wanted to slip away quietly, stopped in his tracks and sat back down after being called by Li Zimu.

"Uh... something up?"

As soon as these words left his mouth, Fang Yang regretted it. This, this, he was really something else. Speaking to Li Zimu in this tone, he was afraid he hadn't lived long enough.

(Awesome, Brother Yang. I don't know, I thought you were the big brother and the other person was the little brother.)

(Damn, so arrogant, I like it. But my arms like Brother Yang's miserable fate later on even more, hehe.)

Looking at the interaction board that didn't pity him at all, Fang Yang's mood plummeted to the bottom.

Hmm... looking at the fans' words, didn't that mean he was a dead man?

"Of course, get ready in a moment, you're coming out with me."

Li Zimu's expression was normal, his face calm. He didn't know if he hadn't heard Fang Yang's words, which lacked any honorifics, or if he just didn't care about such trivial matters.

"Oh, okay."

Li Zimu had something for him to do. Fang Yang, not to mention being a foster son, couldn't disobey if he wanted to save his life in the current situation.

"Hmm, then that's all."

Li Zimu nodded and continued looking at the thick book in his hand.

Seeing that Li Zimu really had no intention of calling him again, Fang Yang finally felt relieved and left.

Returning to his room, Fang Yang instantly collapsed onto the bed, shivering.

(No, why is the camera shaking all the time! Brother Yang, what unhealthy things are you doing?)

(Yeah, don't hide it, let big sister take a look~)

"You guys, you really leave me speechless."

Fang Yang narrowed his eyes, feeling a bit helpless toward the salted duck eggs in the live stream room. These people really had minds full of yellow sludge.

His mouth was full of dissatisfaction with the fans, but internally, he was anxiously asking why Li Ye and the others hadn't made a move yet. He was still waiting for the police to communicate with him!