Under One Person: Cultivating Immortality with Baby!

Chapter 125 Feng Baobao

"My dear husband, are we heading to the Tang Sect?"

Mao Tongtong sat at the bow of the boat, leaning against Zhao Yifan, watching the fishing rod beside him.

They were now traveling down the Yangtze River by boat and had reached the Sichuan region.

"Why do you say that? I have no connection with the Tang Clan, so why would I go looking for them?"

Zhao Yifan said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Mao Tongtong fell silent for a moment.

She knew that during his time in Shanghai, Zhao Yifan would sometimes go out, and when he came back, he would have a strange fragrance on him.

Mao Tongtong has a very good nose, and she clearly remembers that the strange fragrance mixed with a special herbal scent was the same one that belonged to the Tang Clan woman named Yu Huizhong.

What Zhao Yifan did after he went out is self-evident.

However, Mao Tongtong didn't point it out.

After all, she was content as long as Zhao Yifan could come home every day.

Just then, Zhao Yifan gently lifted his fishing rod, and a plump river fish leaped out of the water.

With a burst of energy from his hand, Jiang Yu flew behind him and was caught by Li Xin.

"Husband, sisters, I recently learned a new dish. Today, I'd like you to try my cooking."

Li Xin said with a smile.

No one objected to this, after all, no one expected that Li Xin, a pampered young lady who had returned from studying abroad, would have such a talent for cooking.

"Tch, what's the big deal? Give me some time, and I can learn it too!"

Beside her, Duanmu Ying pursed her lips and said.

"Hey Miss Duanmu, why are you neglecting your work at Jishetang and running around with us? Aren't you afraid your husband will have something to say about this?"

Zhao Yifan asked casually.

However, this was not just something he made up. Because of the battle in Shanghai, Jishetang provided full support and treated many soldiers.

Therefore, Jishetang is now a target of intense courtship efforts from various forces.

After all, this is someone who can save lives; who wouldn't welcome them?

Upon hearing this, Duanmu Ying's expression stiffened slightly, but she quickly recovered and said, "The matter of Jishetang will be handled by my husband, there won't be any problems. I was exhausted recently, so I'm on vacation. Is there any problem with that?"

"No problem, as long as you like it!"

Zhao Yifan shook his head, took a sip of the tea Zhang Ying fed him, then flicked his fishing rod and leisurely resumed fishing.

……

"My dear husband, where am I?"

Looking at the peaceful village before her, Mao Tongtong's face showed a look of confusion.

She had never heard of any relatives of the Zhao family living here.

Zhao Yifan smiled, offered no explanation, and then led the women into the village.

The quiet little mountain village seems to be rarely visited by outsiders.

The appearance of Zhao Yifan and his group quickly attracted the attention of the villagers.

In particular, the fact that Zhao Yifan and his group were dressed in clothes that clearly indicated they were not ordinary people made people even more curious.

"Excuse me, ma'am, is there a family with the surname Feng in your village?"

Zhao Yifan looked at a kind-looking old man and asked.

When Zhao Yifan asked the question, a look of wariness flashed in the old man's eyes: "Who are you? What do you want with Feng's family?"

In this village, most people share the same surname, and only one family, the Feng family, is from outside the village. So, as soon as Zhao Yifan spoke, the old man knew who he was asking about.

"Hehe, I'm Feng Yao's friend. He's been doing business out of town lately, and I came here to bring back some food for his family!"

As Zhao Yifan spoke, he pointed to a small cart behind him.

The old man looked behind him and, sure enough, saw several bags of grain on the cart.

"So you're Feng's friend. It seems Feng has made something of himself out there and even managed to make friends with someone like you."

The old man said enviously.

As he spoke, the old man pointed in a direction and continued, "Young Feng's house is at the east end of the village, the last house, the one with a locust tree in front of it, that's his house."

"Hehe, thank you so much, ma'am!"

Zhao Yifan smiled and then waved his hand. A young man wearing a straw hat placed a bag of grain next to the old man.

"This, how can this be so embarrassing?"

The old man rubbed his hands together, saying he was embarrassed, but his eyes were fixed on the grain at his feet.

There's no way around it; life is just too hard these days.

This one bag of grain is enough for their family to eat sparingly for two months.

Seeing this, Zhao Yifan didn't say anything more and led the women toward the Feng family's house at the entrance of the village.

"My husband, could you teach me this divine art of divination?"

After glancing at the man pushing the cart behind her wearing a straw hat, Zhuge Yunjin finally couldn't help but speak.

To be honest, she really didn't expect that her husband's divination skills were so amazing.

Although she had always been fascinated by the Zhuge family's esoteric arts, having cultivated her family's divine divination techniques since childhood, Zhuge Yunjin couldn't help but be tempted by Zhao Yifan's amazing divine divination skills.

"Want to learn? Then what about that outfit I mentioned last time..."

Zhao Yifan glanced at Zhuge Yunjin's long, slender legs and said with a malicious look.

Upon hearing this, Zhuge Yunjin couldn't help but recall the scene in the inner world where her inner demons were tormented by Zhao Yifan.

Although it was just her own inner demon, it still looked exactly like her, and every time Zhuge Yunjin thought of it, her legs would go weak.

Especially that outfit; Zhuge Yunjin would blush every time she thought about it.

There was no way around it; the skirt was just too short.

However, looking at the man behind her who had created the cart using divine magic, Zhuge Yunjin bit her lip and said, "I can agree to your request, but..."

"Don't worry, you're my little wife. If you want to learn, how could I not teach you?"

Zhao Yifan said with some excitement.

If the timing weren't so bad, he really wanted to take Zhuge Yunjin into the grove.

Even the most alluring inner demons can't compare to the sweetness of one's own wife.

……

"who are you?"

Under the locust tree, a little girl who was playing with several clay sculptures noticed Zhao Yifan and his group suddenly appearing and couldn't help but ask.

"Your name is Bao Bao, right? I'm your father's friend!"

Zhao Yifan said with a smile.

Babies are cuter when they are young; they don't have the adorable clumsiness that comes with age, but instead give off a lively and spirited feeling.

"You are...my father's friend?"

Feng Baobao tilted her head, glanced at Zhao Yifan and the others, and then turned and ran home.

"Mother, there's a bad person!"

Feng Baobao's shout immediately caught the attention of the women in the family.

The woman rushed out, shielding her daughter behind her, and then warily looked at Zhao Yifan and his group.

"who are you?"

The woman's face looked rather unpleasant.

Seeing this, Zhao Yifan was somewhat taken aback and said, "I really am Feng Yao's friend. He asked me to deliver food to you."

"you're lying!"

At this moment, Feng Baobao, who was hiding behind the woman, peeked out her little head and looked at Zhao Yifan, saying, "My dad said that he wouldn't let anyone bother me and my mom, so you definitely can't be my dad's friend."

"This……"

Suddenly, Zhao Yifan was dumbfounded; he finally understood where the problem lay.

"I didn't expect Wugensheng to be so wary!"