Fu Yang returned to the courtyard, Shu Wan had already finished eating and was lying on a rocking chair reading a book, "Are you still eating?"
"No, I'm full of air."
Fu Yang slumped into a chair, his face uglier than anyone else's.
"Go wash the dishes."
Knowing that Fu Yang was again upset with Fu Siyu, Shu Wan smiled and shook her head.
"I didn't even eat, and you still want me to wash the dishes?"
Fu Yang, indignant, thought that in Imperial City, let alone washing dishes, it was impossible for anyone to even ask him to enter the kitchen.
Now here he was, treated like a little worker every day, and he hadn't even eaten yet he had to wash dishes. Why should he?
There was an old fox who did nothing yet still managed to eat, and thinking about this, Fu Yang's eyes lit up.
He ran into the kitchen, stuffed all the dirty dishes and plates into a bag, then carrying the bag, jumped out of the kitchen window and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
