Hearing Hu Feng calling him father, Hu Changlin felt that life was enough.

In the past 3 years, he didn’t help him in vain, everything he has done for him has been rewarded.

Hu Feng was not an ordinary person. He was a prince of Chu Country. The God of War. His surname was Chu, and not Hu. But even after retrieving his memories, he was still willing to call him father. He was still looking at him the same way as before. He was still close and respectful to him.

Ru’er rushed into Zhou Awu’s arms and burst into tears.

Zhou Xiaofeng was also pulled aside by Zhou Gang. Looked at him from head to toes with teary eyes.

Bai Zhi turned her head, wiped the wetness of her eyes secretly, and showed a smile with her face: “What are you crying for? Shouldn’t you be laughing now? Let’s go to the Diner’s Restaurant for a drink. Let’s all celebrate happiness. We won’t go back until we’re drunk!”

Fu Zheng immediately nodded his head: “That’s, let’s drink until we get drunk today!” Fu Zheng’s family has long gone. Now, he was the only one left in the Fu Family. So seeing them get reunited with their family, he felt sad and uncomfortable.

Hu Feng patted him on the shoulder and nodded his head at him.

Fu Zheng bitterly smiled and sighed.

*

When their group left Tianyi Pavilion, Hu Feng deliberately slowly walked a few steps and got close to Bai Zhi’s side. He took a glance at her and saw that she was still the same as before.

“Where’s the hairpin I gave you?” He asked.

Bai Zhi smiled and asked: “What hairpin?”

“Don’t pretend to be innocent!”

“I’m not!”

A few simple dialogues but warm and sweet.

Dongfang Wan looked at Hu Feng and was very satisfied. She could see that Hu Feng was sincere to Bai Zhi. His eyes only looked at her.

It’s just, Bai Zhi was only 13-years-old this year. Hu Feng was already 23-years-old. Can he still wait for 2 more years for Bai Zhi in his age?

Even if he was not in a hurry, the emperor will be in a hurry.

She better discusses this matter to her father to find out the emperor’s thinking.

A group of people went to the diners’ restaurant. When the staff saw that they have a large number, and it was still early, he brought them to the empty large private room.

The biggest advantage when you eat at the Diner’s restaurant was that you don’t have to wait for the dishes. Their chefs were idle, but they work hard when there are dishes to serve. In just a short while, their table was full.

Bai Zhi sat between Zhao Lan and Dongfang Wan. Hu Feng sat beside Hu Changlin and kept serving him with vegetables. Knowing that Hu Changlin didn’t like spicy food, he asked the chef to cook some light-flavored dishes.

Hu Changlin’s smile almost reached his ears: “Alright, alright, I’m not hungry. You eat something yourself. You guys just arrive in the capital. You must be tired and hungry while on the road, so you eat more.”

Zhou Awu smiled and said: “It is not difficult, it’s not difficult at all. We are already used to it. What I only regret is that I can’t eat Zhier’s dishes. His highness and I cannot swallow the food most of the time. You look at highness, he has lost a lot of weight.”

Zhao Lan was happy and so she immediately said: “Then, you come to Dongfang Family’s Mansion tomorrow. Zhi’er and I will cook you a delicious meal.”

Hu Feng faintly smiled, then stretched out his hand to clipped a shrimp and put it into Bai Zhi’s bowl: “Don’t make too much, just 5 dishes and 1 soup are enough.”

Are 5 dishes and 1 soup not too much? Bai Zhi glanced at him dumbfoundedly.

Zhou Awu opened his mouth again and said: “You must make dumplings. I lost count of how many times his highness has mentioned it.”

Hu Feng put another piece of beef into Bai Zhi’s plate and said: “Both fried and steamed dumplings.”

Zhou Awu was about to open his mouth again, but Bai Zhi looked at him and interrupted his words: “Awu Dage, the days are still long!”

Zhou Awu covered his mouth and smirked while waving his hand: “Alright, I won’t say anything else!”