Chapter 172: The Taste Is Off

Beicheng, Shallow Water Bay.

Bang!

The third bowl of noodles was knocked over.

“The taste is wrong. Make another.”

The cook stood beside him, trembling. “Y-young Master, could you be more specific?”

Xu Yanchen repeated himself. “Plain noodles in clear broth, with one poached egg on top...”

As an indispensable and vital component of every nation’s Ministry of Magic, the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes was primarily responsible for handling magical accidents and repairing injuries caused by unforeseen magic.

Gu Yan, however, was not having such an easy time. Since he harbored improper feelings for Mu Cha, Huangfu Yu had been secretly investigating the matter all along. Whenever he found anything unsavory about one of Gu Yan’s companies, he would trace it directly to the dark forces behind it and swallow the entire organization whole.

She was also extremely curious about what kind of mother could possess such superb makeup skills—she had actually made an adult look so dazzlingly beautiful, even softening the sharp, angular features of a young man’s face.

He would take your humility for granted. He might not develop feelings for you, but he might shamelessly exploit your fawning devotion and use it to hurt you.

The early-morning flight was remarkably punctual. As they boarded, Jun Simo, escorted by his bodyguards, entered first class through the VIP passage.

This was the last thing he had expected. In the moment before he fainted, he was still thinking that, had he known sooner, he might not have come today at all and needlessly caused his senior brothers and sisters to worry.

The makeup artist forced herself to calm down. It must have been nothing more than an illusion. When she looked up again and saw that Jian Jin still seemed as easygoing as ever, she finally relaxed a little.

Hou Ming looked at the results in his hand, then raised his head to glance at Yan Naonao. He repeated this several times before placing the sheets of paper on a table, his expression somewhat complicated.

“He was worried about his elder sister, and the maid stayed with him in the courtyard all night. He just went to rest in the guest room.” Xian Rushi did his best to make Qiao Ziheng sound as pitiful as possible.

Zeng Jingyun’s handsome face had turned somewhat pale. It was truly inconceivable that the general of Zhoudu had lain in ambush in their Imperial Capital. Fortunately, the Commander was unharmed this time. Had anything happened to him, the consequences would have been unthinkable—a devastating blow to the entire Imperial Capital.

After returning home, Aunt Zhang immediately pulled Wang Hui aside. Her expression had grown solemn, making Wang Hui think that something serious had happened.

“Why would I lie to you? I saw the two of them taking a walk together before. If you don’t believe me, you can ask Sister Zhang.” Old Third Ya passed the question on to Aunt Zhang.

The two of them paused, then each put the piece of meat into his mouth and chewed. Once, twice—their faces both broke into smiles.

“Yiyang!” Class Monitor Seven came running over, drenched in sweat, and presented the things Yiyang needed with both hands. To get the leaf of this cedar tree, he had climbed an exceptionally tall one and had even been stung all over the face by hornets.

“Pfft!”

A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed from the ambushing man in black. Then he took a kick to the chest and was sent flying, crashing directly into the wall.

“This...” Xu Xuanzan stammered. He truly did not want to follow Abbot Fahai to Jinshan Temple like this, yet he could not think of any words with which to refuse the abbot’s good intentions.

“Yes, yes, yes—what a load of nonsense! If I hadn’t been blessed with the power of a celestial warrior, I might not have ended up merely in the hospital. I could have been sent straight to the crematorium.” Qin Tian laughed as he cursed.

Princess Moxiang, whom the two had left standing to one side, listened in complete bewilderment. How had a “Miss Cao” suddenly appeared out of nowhere?

Wang Hongzu’s words left Bi Chenggong’s palms cold with sweat. He was frightened, and even more panicked. Never had Bi Chenggong imagined that he had been living under someone else’s surveillance all this time. The feeling was terrifying.