Feihu listened carefully to her father's words and nodded obediently, even though she understood and knew all the reasons Feiying said.

The wind whistled all around, as if playing a dirge for the impending separation.

Her eyes were focused and determined, and she didn't want to miss every word and expression of her father.

She listened very carefully.

This might be her last chance to listen to her father.

She bit her lower lip, sadness and reluctance intertwined, trying hard not to let the tears flow down.
Feiying repeated the same words over and over again many times until he didn't know what to say anymore, and then he shut up.

"Okay, that's it." He patted Feihu's head, with a hint of fatigue and helplessness in his voice.

"Let's go and eat." He tried to make his tone sound more relaxed, but the slightly trembling ending of his voice still betrayed the turmoil in his heart.

He had said everything he needed to say, and now he just wanted to have a good meal with his daughter.

At this time, Leng Feng had already seen the message sent by Feiying.

"Where to go?" His brows were furrowed, his eyes fixed on the screen, his heart full of doubts.

"Since we are all going to die and give the territory to our own people, then while they are alive, they should follow me to a copy of the evil spirit lord, along with Jiang Che."

"What are you going to do?" Leng Feng frowned. He was always cautious when it came to anything related to Jiang Che.

His fingers tapped the table unconsciously, making a rhythmic sound.

"Go play games, cooperate, and die." Feiying said the story simply and clearly.

As soon as the message was sent, Leng Feng called directly.

Feiying quickly picked it up.

"Do you have a solution?" Leng Feng's anxious voice came from the receiver, full of expectation.

He thought Jiang Che had a way to keep them, the lords of the ownerless land, alive, and his voice was unconsciously tinged with excitement.

"Of course not. If there was, could I still say that he was going to die?" Feiying dismissed the idea in his mind without hesitation.

After saying that, Feiying told Leng Feng everything he was going to do.

Leng Feng remained silent after hearing this.

He nodded, "I'll go talk to them."

The voice was low and heavy.

"But whether to go or not depends on themselves." Leng Feng hung up the phone after saying that.

Feiying patted his daughter's head and said, "Let's go. I'll cook you a meal."

His voice was gentle and loving, filled with endless affection.

"You haven't eaten the food I cooked for a long time." He laughed.

The laughter echoed in the empty space, but it seemed a little desolate.

"When you were a kid, you said my cooking was bad, but luckily my family was rich, so we could let you go out to eat." He recalled the past with a wry smile on his face.

"But in the end, Dad still wants to cook a meal for you personally." After he said that, he took Feiying and walked towards his residence.

Through the surveillance of the territory, he found Jiang Che and Ding Ning wandering around in his territory.

Jiang Che and Ding Ning are very curious about everything and find everything new to them.

"When the meal is ready, ask them to come and eat together. Haha, I have practiced my cooking skills later, so I won't be the same as before." He patted Feihu's head, signaling her not to worry.

Feihu stood there in a daze, biting her lower lip.

Memories of her childhood came to her mind, and she remembered how she always looked disgusted when her father cooked.

Her mother left early, and she was raised by her father since she was a child.

"Dad, can I have a taste of my childhood again?" she asked softly, her eyes full of nostalgia.

After hearing her words, Feiying was stunned. The air around him seemed to freeze instantly, because after so many years, he had long forgotten what the food he cooked when he was a child tasted like.

The torrent of time has washed away too many memories, and those once familiar tastes have now become blurred.

Thinking of this, he sighed and shook his head slightly.

Feihu followed his father into the kitchen.

The kitchen was filled with a stale smell, and the spider webs in the corner trembled slightly in the breeze.

Her eyes slowly swept over the familiar yet unfamiliar kitchen utensils, with mixed feelings in her heart.

Only now did she understand.

Why does Jiang Che always look so happy whenever he eats the food that Ding Ning prepared?

At first she thought Jiang Che did this to avoid making Ding Ning sad.

After all, if an evil spirit who cannot sense taste says that the food she cooks is not delicious, it must be a very uncomfortable thing.

But she only realized now that Jiang Che really loved to eat.

It’s not because I’m afraid that Ding Ning will be sad, but because the person who cooked is Ding Ning.

So he loves to eat.

Looking at her father's busy back in the kitchen, she took out her phone and sent a message to Jiang Che, "My father has cooked. I'll let you know when it's time to eat."

After sending the message, she just watched from the side.

I watched my father skillfully pick up the pot and spoon and take out the prepared ingredients from the refrigerator.

He was skilled in his movements, whether washing or cutting vegetables, and he looked completely different from the clumsy person he remembered from his childhood.

Feihu watched and laughed, wishing he had been more sensible when he was a child.

She just watched quietly by the side, as if she wanted to remember her father's last image clearly.

"Dad, let me tell you, you should put more salt later, Dingning has no sense of taste." When Feihu said this, there was a smile in his eyes.

"Huh?" Feiying turned around in confusion.

"Why add salt if you don't have a sense of taste? It's just for the strong taste, right?" he asked confusedly.

"Can you taste the flavor by adding a stronger flavor? Can you tell me the exact amount?" He took out a salt spoon and wanted his daughter to measure it for him.

Feihu shook his head, "It's not like that, it's just that I can't eat any salt at all."

"? Since you can't eat it, why not just have the normal taste?" Feiying's mind was full of question marks. Did his daughter know what she was talking about?

"Because she thinks salt is a very precious thing for humans, and all she knows about humans is from various historical books she has obtained."

"She thinks that the reason why humans use less salt is because of government control."

"She can't taste it, but she feels that she should give Jiang Che the best and the most." Feihu said with a smile.

Feiying was stunned, then nodded.

He seemed to understand what his daughter meant.

"Okay, how much? How can she know how much I put in if she can't taste it?"

Salt will dissolve if you soak it in water.

“Yes, if you can’t tell by eating it, you have to see it.” Feihu chuckled.

"If it overflows and crystallizes, you can see it."

"These may not be enough at home. Let me ask someone to send some more." She said casually, as if it was just a trivial matter.

Feiying's eyes widened immediately, and crystals formed. What a joke!

Isn't this the living Salt Prince? (End of this chapter)