The Yun Family's Ninth Child is an Imp!

Hei 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.

Hei Xinjiu was so angry!

It turned out that she had been busy all this while, matchmaking a pair of ingrates!

This 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!"

Qu 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.

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

Qu 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!

The 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.

The 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.

The 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.

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

The 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."

The 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!"

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

Yun Chujiu said with a smile, "This pot was originally used for cooking. Why Can't I Cook Wontons? !"

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

The 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.

However, the three of them were soon dumbfounded!

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

The 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."

Hei 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?

Although 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!"

The Old Man:"..."

The Old Lady:"..."

The 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.

That 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.

Hei 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!

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