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nHei Xinjiu was extremely angry, but the corners of Xiao Yue’s mouth curled up slightly. Clearly, she was very satisfied with Qu Fang saying that she was prettier than Hei Xinjiu.

nHei Xinjiu was so angry!

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nThis fellow couldn’t be bothered to look at their affectionate little eyes. He snorted coldly, “A pair of ingrates, scram to the side and don’t loiter in front of my eyes!”

nQu Fang was now filled with affection and he treated Yun Chujiu’s words as a breeze as he obediently accompanied Xiao Yue to the side to talk.

nHei Xinjiu felt stifled as she looked at their backs. She wasn’t really angry, but she thought of her ungrateful fiancé.

nQu Fang was the perfect match for a boyfriend, Alright? Fawning over her sweetheart in front of her in all sorts of ways, but what about her ungrateful gigolo? She would always be as calm as an old well when she had nothing to do. Damn it, this time, she would definitely make him suffer!

nThe old man lay on the recliner and rested for a while in a huff. When the sword tasting session started again in the afternoon, he strolled to the Wonton stall.

nThe old couple had most likely adjusted their mood, so they were a little more relaxed than in the morning. They began to chat casually with Yun Chujiu.

nThe old man saw that Yun Chujiu was no different from before, so he was not so reserved. He even asked Yun Chujiu to take out the big black pot to open his eyes.

nYun chujiu did not pretend and immediately took out the Big Black Pot.

nThe old man looked at it and clicked his tongue in wonder. “This thousand-year-old black iron pot is really different. It looks very sturdy. I think the wonton effect will be good if you use this pot.”

nThe old lady pinched him. “You haven’t shut your mouth for a whole day. How can the little fairy’s pot be used to cook Wontons? ! Hurry up and get to work!”

nThe old man was not angry after being scolded. He chuckled and began to cook wontons.

nYun Chujiu said with a smile, “This pot was originally used for cooking. Why Can’t I Cook Wontons? !”

nThis fellow was also bored. He actually took down the original pot and put his big black pot on the fire.

nThe old lady quickly stopped him, but the old man was happily washing the pot and adding water. Clearly, he wanted to see how different a thousand-year-old black iron pot was from an ordinary pot.

nHowever, the three of them were soon dumbfounded!

nBecause even though the fire below was very hot, the water in the Big Black Pot did not change at all, let alone boil.

nThe three of them looked at each other in dismay. In the end, the old man said, “Little Fairy, your pot is most likely extraordinary. You’d better not waste it.”

nHei Xinjiu was also dumbfounded. It was just an ordinary pot to begin with. Could it be that it had turned into a spirit after being repaired with thousand-year-old black iron?

nAlthough the old man was very surprised, he said with a smile on his face, “I guess this thing is in a bad mood today, so it’s in a bad mood!”

nThe Old Man:”…”

nThe Old Lady:”…”

nThe old man was very sensible. He did not talk about the big black pot anymore. Instead, he told Hei Xinjiu some interesting stories about the previous sword technique conference, which Hei Xinjiu listened to with great interest.

nThat night, after Yun Chujiu returned to the inn, the first thing she did was to take out the Big Black Pot and study it. The old man even bared his teeth and dripped a drop of blood on the Big Black Pot, but there was no reaction.

nHei Xinjiu’s joy instantly turned into embarrassment and anger. Damn it, she thought it was some treasure, but now it looked like it was just a broken pot!

nThis fellow put away the big black pot in a bad mood and then threw this matter to the back of his mind.

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