Chapter 7: Family (Ch 7)

To verify the sustainability of this bug.

Li Changan did not sleep this Saturday night. Relying on Maomao’s night vision, he pulled out all the white flowers on the green belts and lawns in most of the community.

Relying on the shallow resonance of beast control, Maomao brought the hidden technique he had just learned to the perfect level.

Maomao, who possesses the perfect level of concealment technique, is completely like a red-maned lion awakened by dragon blood, and temporarily lacks the breathtaking majesty of an ancient dragon.

According to Maomao’s own perception, its current aura is within the range of a hybrid dragon.

Although Li Changan stayed up all night, he did not feel very tired.

Although the health points gained last night were not much, they still expanded his physical limit.

Until six o’clock in the morning, he still looked energetic.

In preparation for tomorrow’s exam, Li Changan made a vegetable salad for Maomao while sorting out little Changan’s memory.

This salad is the pet food that will be prepared in the practical exam.

Under Li Changan’s expectant gaze, Maomao swallowed the wood-attribute vegetable salad with difficulty.

Maomao: Although I do eat some plants like fireweed and flame flower, I don’t eat an all-vegetable meal.

Fortunately, Li Changan gave Maomao three portions of hot milk and high-quality volcanic rock, which made the little kitten hum and roll onto the bed and fall into a deep sleep.

On this day, Li Changan took a short nap and did not rest again.

He was planning to cook dinner in the evening when he heard the door open.

Buckle, buckle, buckle.

Li Changan heard the familiar sound of high heels and the noise of someone changing shoes in the entrance hall.

“Mom, are you back?”

“Xiao An, have you eaten?”

A gentle voice came from the entrance.

“Not yet, I’m just planning on doing it!”

“Hey, let me see my son’s craftsmanship.”

Maomao squatted on the dining table and looked towards the entrance curiously.

Is this Changan’s mother? How amazing!

As an ancient dragon, Maomao was sensitive to the hidden power of the mysterious woman.

Li Changan explained to Maomao through the soul contract: “My parents are both king-level beast masters, corresponding to king-level pets.”

Maomao suddenly realized that it was the first time he knew about Li Changan’s parents.

Although the king level is nothing in its eyes, it is already very powerful from the perspective of human cognition.

According to the knowledge that Maomao got from Li Changan, the levels of human beastmasters are divided from low to high:

Low-level beastmaster (level 1-3),

Intermediate Beast Tamer (Level 4-6),

High-level Beastmaster (level 7-9),

And King/Legendary Beast Tamers.

Li Changan didn’t know the levels above that, but Maomao knew the levels of Warcraft above the king level.

“Wow, what a cute little kitty.”

A woman in a red dress wanted to pick up Maomao, but Maomao dodged her nimbly.

Maomao jumped onto the top of the shelf next to him and looked down at the elegant-looking woman.

“Meow, meow. (Even if you are Chang’an’s mother, I won’t let you touch me. Only Chang’an can hug me.)”

Li Changan put down the knife he was using to cut vegetables, walked out of the kitchen, and said helplessly, “Mom, stop playing and come and help me.”

The elegant woman felt a little disappointed, but she still put on an apron and walked into the kitchen.

This young and beautiful woman is Li Changan’s mother, Mu Qingqing.

He runs a high-end teahouse and a tea shop.

Due to his status and convenience as a king-level beastmaster, the teahouse run by Mu Qingqing has always been in a leading position in Hongyan City.

Therefore, like Li Mingxuan’s father, he is busy with work and has little time to accompany little Chang’an.

Li Changan did not blame his parents like his predecessor.

As a person who has experienced it, he is deeply aware that there are many things in this world that are difficult to have both.

Although Mu Qingqing is nearly forty years old, time has left no traces on her face.

When facing Li Changan, his only son, he would occasionally reveal the devilish character of his youth.

“Ala, Xiao An, did you take that little kitten home? I remember that we don’t allow kittens to run away.”

Mu Qingqing narrowed her eyes, like a thousand-year-old female fox sizing up something that interested her.

Li Changan was very calm. He knew that if he showed any embarrassment or timidity, Mu Qingqing would tease him even more.

Well, ever since little Chang’an can remember, Mu Qingqing has been like this.

He said calmly: “Maomao’s birth was just an accident.”

“Hatched from that dead egg you bought?”

“Um.”

“What a miracle!”

Mu Qingqing was cutting vegetables with a smile on her face, “And Xiao An, how come you have completed the contract and the beast control space?”

Li Changan evenly arranged the chopped cabbage and meat slices on the casserole, and put small pieces of tofu and mushrooms, as well as a few processed fresh shrimps.

Pour the prepared sauce on top, cover the pot, and simmer over high heat for half an hour.

He explained: “I can’t just let a dragon that inherited the blood of ancient dragons wander around my house, right?”

This time it was Mu Qingqing’s turn to be uneasy. Ancient dragon bloodline, is this something that other magical beasts can inherit?

Wait, I seem to have heard my husband say that there are indeed some lucky people who can inherit the rare bloodline of ancient dragons.

But these lucky ones are even fewer in number than the ancient dragons themselves.

This silly boy of mine actually met one.

Mu Qingqing suppressed the surprise on her face and asked casually, “Which ancient dragon’s bloodline is it?”

“Who else could it be? The Hellfire Dragon.”

Mu Qingqing stretched out her voice and said, “Oh~.”

Li Changan couldn’t stand this atmosphere, and said to Mu Qingqing: “Ms. Mu, has Comrade Li Mingxuan ever told you that you are very poor at pretending?”

Mu Qingqing burst out laughing, but then she suppressed her laughter and pretended to recall something, saying, “Since I met him, there shouldn’t be any.”

Li Changan was speechless and choked, “The husband is weak!”

“That’s right. You have learned your father’s Three Obediences and Four Virtues very well. This comforts me.”

Li Changan:.

After the mother and son had a fight for a while, they came up with a pot of stewed cabbage with tofu and a pot of boiled pork slices.

Boiled pork slices was a dish made by Mu Qingqing. This lady, who has lived for 500 years, doesn’t worry about getting acne on her face at all.

When Maomao saw that the meal was ready, he jumped down from the top of the cabinet.

He jumped onto Li Changan’s legs and looked at the pot of spicy boiled pork with golden eyes.

Its little paw pointed and said, “Meow! (Changan, I want that!)”

Ms. Mu Qingqing proudly put her hands on her hips and said, “Maomao, you are very connoisseur of goods. You can tell at a glance that I made this.”

She had already learned in the kitchen what name Li Changan had given Maomao, and she was very curious about this little kitten.

That’s why the second dish was made into boiled pork slices, and the spiritual plant ingredient of flaming pepper was added.

It’s definitely not that she is greedy and wants to eat something spicy.

Li Changan didn’t intend to pay attention to his mother who was making trouble. He picked out a few slices of meat and bean sprouts and put them in the small plate prepared for Maomao.

“Remember to eat the bean sprouts.”

Maomao felt a little disgusted, but as he ate the bean sprouts, he felt a surge of heat coming from them.

The little guy couldn’t bear it anymore and started to eat with relish.

Li Changan’s eyes showed an expression of “as expected” and he picked up the cabbage stewed with tofu that he had made with great care.

Mu Qingqing also showed a look of regret. The child is grown up now and it is not easy to deceive him. But when Xiao An was little, he would run over happily to have a taste of the chopsticks.

Then I burst into tears because of the spicy taste.

Li Changan caught the expression on Mu Qingqing’s face out of the corner of his eye, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

How old are you? So childish!

This pot of boiled pork slices was finished by Mu Qingqing and Maomao.

After washing the dishes, Mu Qingqing called Li Changan to her studio.

The first thing Li Changan said was, “The pure fragrant milk and high-quality volcanic rock are for Maomao to eat.”

Mu Qingqing waved her hand and said, “I’m not here to argue with you about this.”

She stared at Li Changan closely, as if she was suppressing something, and asked, “Xiaoan, have you awakened your talent?”