OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 909: Even Great Figures Make Mistakes

Zhi’er set the table.

"I just helped with the fire, all of this was made by Brother Ce."

She was surprised, Feng Fuce actually had cooking skills?

After the three sat down, Zhi’er first served Mo Yanchi a bowl of wild vegetable and tofu soup.

Mo Yanchi couldn’t wait and took a sip.

Suddenly, he froze.

Feng Fuce and Zhi’er were sitting opposite him, both involuntarily paused their actions.

"Master," Zhi’er blinked and asked, "Is it not good?"

Mo Yanchi chuckled dryly twice, "It’s good, but... why is it a bit sweet?"

"Sweet?" Zhi’er quickly tasted it.

Oh my goodness!

She thought she was eating a pastry.

This taste, sweet enough to make one restless.

"Brother Ce..." Zhi’er covered her small mouth, "Did you make a mistake?"

Feng Fuce tasted a bit himself.

With an unchanged expression, he was silent for a moment before calmly saying, "I must have mistaken sugar for salt."

Mo Yanchi and Zhi’er were both stunned.

Feng Fuce stood up, "I’ll go to the street to buy some cooked dishes back."

Zhi’er hurriedly pulled him back, "No need, this glutinous rice wine dumpling can be eaten just fine."

Mo Yanchi nodded with a cheerful smile, joining in, "Indeed, and besides, with the peaches accompanying us, we can be full; Marquis, you don’t have to bother anymore."

Thus, the three sat under the moon, in the courtyard, drinking and chatting leisurely, from time to time punctuated by Zhi’er’s clear and pleasant laughter.

After this period of interaction, and plus Feng Fuce’s proactive visit to Mo Yanchi to apologize.

As a result, Feng Fuce left a very good impression on Mo Yanchi’s heart.

Mo Yanchi holding his cup of tea, chuckled, "I originally thought Marquis Wan was as rumored, an unreasonable, extremely wicked traitor."

"But having interacted now, I just feel beneath the Marquis’s cold exterior lies true temperament."

After all, making the mistake of confusing sugar for salt while cooking, such an error occurring to such a cold big shot.

Mo Yanchi found it somewhat endearing, allowing Feng Fuce to appear more youthful in his eyes.

Feng Fuce said calmly, "But when it comes to killing and seizing property, I won’t make mistakes."

Mo Yanchi considered he was joking, and immediately clapped his hands in laughter, liking this young man even more.

Marquis Wan really didn’t put on airs.

After finishing their meal, Zhi’er and Feng Fuce also accompanied Mo Yanchi playing chess for a while.

Before leaving, Mo Yanchi invited Feng Fuce, "In a few days, I plan to take the students to both banks of the Long River for a scenic excursion and painting."

"If the Marquis is interested, could you bring the Xiu Luo Envoy along? Firstly, the banks of the Long River are quite a distance from the capital, we need to rest overnight in nearby villages."

"If the Marquis is present, I’ll be more assured of the students’ safety. Secondly, it’s a three-day outing, the Marquis can also relax. It’s a win-win good thing."

Feng Fuce turned to ask Zhi’er, "Are you going?"

Zhi’er blinked her round, bright eyes, "Of course, I am going."

Feng Fuce then looked at Mo Yanchi, "Thank you, Master Mo, for the invitation, I will definitely accompany."

Mo Yanchi happily stroked his beard, "Good, good, good, six days later we depart, Marquis, remember to rendezvous at the academy during Chen hour."

In no time, Zhi’er and Feng Fuce bid farewell to Mo Yanchi.

On the way back, Zhi’er gazed at the street where the Huadeng gradually dimmed.

She was a bit worried, "Why hasn’t uncle sent me a letter yet? It’s been so long, aren’t there people in need of help? My Merit~~ So hard to accumulate."

Seeing the agreed time approaching, she still had eight Merits to fulfill!