Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

“That’s more like it.”

Satisfied with her tact, Ming Fucheng let go of her neck and patted her face.

“Let’s go. I’ll take you to see those companions who once risked their lives with you but are so lowly that they can’t eat their fill or dress warmly. Haha.”

With that, he smiled and walked forward.

He thought about Qian Jiyun, who had come from a low-level plane but was still arrogant in front of him. He also thought about how he had taken Qian Jiyun’s subordinate under him and could trample on her as he pleased.

He was eager to see Qian Jiyun grit his teeth in hatred.

He would feel fantastic after seeing that scene, right?

…

An Jiuyue placed a few dishes on the table in the tent. She looked at Qian Jiyun and was speechless when she saw a thick-skinned man approaching again.

“Why did you become sworn brothers with such a thick-skinned person like him?” she asked faintly.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, Second Sister-in-Law, what are you talking about? What do you mean Second Brother has become sworn brothers with a thick-skinned person like me? So what if I’m thick-skinned? I… No, how am I thick-skinned?”

Before Qian Jiyun could answer, Gong Cheng, who had just entered, was unhappy.

I’m just here to eat some of their food. Is there a need to criticize me? What’s wrong with becoming sworn brothers with me? I’m also very powerful, okay?

I’m at least better than An Jiuyue, right?

“I’ve been working very hard every day. Can’t I eat something good?” he asked.

It was fine if he hadn’t eaten anything good at Huayan Peak in the past, but why shouldn’t he now that there was good food?

“Uncle Yan Nuo and the others are even more tired than you, Uncle Gong. They haven’t had any better food. Why are you allowed to?” Qian Yirong sat on the stool and looked up at Gong Cheng, who had already picked up his bowl and chopsticks and was about to sit down.

Gong Cheng was talking big. Besides the two children, everyone else in the camp worked harder than Gong Cheng.

Qian Yirong and his brother had eyes and could see this.

Gong Cheng was stunned by the child’s words. Yan Nuo and Yan Jin had indeed done a lot more than him recently, but so what?

“You haven’t done anything yet, but you’re still eating,” he said.

“Uncle Gong, are you comparing yourself to Rong’er and me?”

Qian Yizheng, who had no intention of speaking initially, stopped picking up food for his mother. He blinked and looked up at Gong Cheng in disdain.

He seemed to be asking, “You’re an adult. How can you compare yourself to us children? Aren’t you ashamed?”

“Uh!” Gong Cheng almost choked on his words.

Did he have nothing better to do than compare himself with two children? If word got out, he would be mocked for this!

“I didn’t say that. I’m talking about your mother. She does nothing but still eats fish and meat daily, right?” He gestured at An Jiuyue.

Qian Yirong snorted softly and said, “If you can cook a table of dishes like that, you can eat them daily. My brother and I have no objections.

“Besides, who said my mother didn’t work? Uncle Gong, look over there. Those are the medicinal pills my mother has refined over the past few days. She’s busy.”