There's No Way My Dad Is A Legendary Cultivator Chapter 192 – Wen Quanyong's Mother  

Wan'er looked at Jiang Ping and said.

“Daddy, let's go back.”

Jiang Ping nodded and walked quickly to the little girl's side. He took the little girl's hand and walked directly to the second floor of the inn.

Wen Lin, who was originally rolling on the ground, also stopped wailing and slowly stood up.

Wen Quanyong, who was kneeling in front of the inn's entrance, seemed to have lost his mind.

He kept kowtowing and kept apologizing.

No one in the crowd dared to make a sound.

Only the sound of Wen Quanyong's head hitting the bricks on the greenstone floor and his apology could be heard in the surroundings.

Wen Lin slowly walked to Wen Quanyong's side.

He reached out his hand and pressed on his son's shoulder.

Wen Quanyong seemed to have no consciousness and kept kowtowing and apologizing.

Every time he raised his head, Wen Lin could see that his son's face was full of tears, and there was also blood left behind after his forehead was hurt.

Wen Lin raised his hand and slapped Wen Quanyong to the ground.

“Enough!”

Wen Quanyong was paralyzed on the ground. His body kept twitching, and he kept mumbling those two words…

Wen Lin went forward to hug his son and said softly.

“Let's go home.”

Then, Wen Lin carried Wen Quanyong up and walked towards the mayor's mansion.

The surrounding commoners made a path for the father and son to pass through.

Only after the father and son had walked far away did the commoners dare to whisper.

Some sighed, some were happy, and some even scolded that they deserved it.

In any case, this farce had come to an end.

At this time, the people who laughed the loudest were those private bookies.

Because on their gambling tables, there were people who bet that these foreigners would not live for more than a day, and also, they bet that they would not live for more than two or three days.

But they did not have the option of the mayor's mansion's apology.

This time, the bookies won completely.

The money in their pockets was enough to open two taverns in Nanwu City.

Jiang Ping brought Wan'er back to the room.

The small table in the room had been moved to the side, replaced by a big round table that Qiu Chi got from God knows where.

It was enough for them to sit down.

The chairs were arranged neatly, and the table was ready and filled with dishes.

Zhao Tianqian called Jiang Ping to sit down.

Lei Jingyun also took off his apron and let everyone taste his cooking.

After sitting down, Zhao Tianqian asked.

“How is it?”

Jiang Ping smiled.

“It's okay now. It was originally not a big deal. After they apologized, it was fine.”

Zhao Tianqian nodded and picked up the chopsticks next to him with a smile. Then, he picked up a piece of rib and put it in his hand.

The old Taoist priest's expression changed greatly after chewing it twice.

He directly spat out the rib in his mouth.

“Bah, what the hell is this? Why does it taste so bad!”

After saying that, Zhao Tianqian picked up the teacup and started to gargle.

The few little girls looked at the old Taoist priest curiously, then turned to look at Lei Jingyun.

Lei Jingyun hurriedly said.

“It shouldn't be.”

After saying that, he picked up a piece and put it in his mouth to chew.

As he chewed, Lei Jingyun didn't feel that anything was wrong.

“There's no problem. Senior, do you have a bad sense of taste?”

Zhao Tianqian was speechless and said to everyone.

“Try it yourself!”

Then, the children, Jiang Ping, and the others reached out their chopsticks and picked up the dishes on the table.

After eating, everyone's reaction was the same as the old Taoist priest's. They spat out the food and rinsed their mouths with tea.

Only the young Taoist priest gulped it down after he felt that something was wrong after chewing it. Then, he drank tea.

Wan'er directly cursed.

“Old Man Lei, are your hands shaking because of your old age? Why did you put so much salt in it!”

Lei Jingyun scratched his head, thinking that it tasted pretty good.

Zhao Tianqian added.

“Of course, you don't find the dishes you cooked disgusting no matter how you eat.”

Lei Jingyun pointed at He Xiangjiang when he saw He Xiangjiang didn't spit it out.

“Who said that? Didn't Little Brother Xiangjiang eat it?”

“How is it? Is it okay?”

He Xiangjiang shook his head bitterly.

“It's indeed salty, but I don't want to waste food…”

Lei Jingyun was so embarrassed that he couldn't speak.

Jiang Ping tried to help him out.

“Alright, alright. Old Qiu, Old Lei, let's throw away the dishes on this table. I'll make new ones.”

As soon as Jiang Ping opened his mouth, the girls cheered.

They would have delicious food to eat again!

Wan'er nudged the young Taoist priest beside her.

“My daddy's cooking is very delicious. You have to act faster later!”

He Xiangjiang didn't pay much attention to Wan'er's words. Instead, he stared at the plates of dishes that Qiu Chi and Lei Jingyun carried away on the table.

With each plate carried away, the light in the young Taoist priest's eyes dimmed.

Seeing that the young Taoist priest ignored her, Wan'er slapped him skillfully.

“Why aren't you talking!”

He Xiangjiang came back to his senses.

He pointed at Lei Jingyun and Qiu Chi.

“Isn't this wasteful…”

Wan'er reached out her small hand to hold her forehead as she felt a little helpless…

Jiang Ping was busy in the kitchen while Qiu Chi and Lei Jingyun were cleaning up the mess outside the inn.

They moved the fainted people to three or four alleys away from the inn, piled them up, and left them there.

The onlookers were also dispersed by the two of them…

After Wen Lin carried Wen Quanyong back to the mayor's mansion, he ordered his servants to make the bed.

After placing his son on the bed, Wen Lin helped him wipe the tears and blood off his face.

Wen Quanyong closed his eyes and curled his body.

But he kept muttering under his breath.

I'm sorry… I'm sorry…

Wen Lin's heart ached when he saw this.

At this moment, Mrs. Wen pushed the door open and entered.

She ran to Wen Quanyong's bed.

When she saw her precious son like this, Mrs. Wen immediately went crazy and roared at Wen Lin.

“I told you to take care of my son, but look at what you have done. Look at how you're taking care of him!”

“Son, don't be afraid. Your mother is here!”

“Wen Lin! If my son falls ill because of this, I will definitely not let you off!”

The servants at the side were also stunned.

Usually, the mistress was dignified and magnanimous. No matter what, she could be considered a good wife and loving mother.

Her loss of composure was somewhat unacceptable.

Wen Lin also didn't say a word. In fact, what outsiders didn't know was that the dignified mayor of Nanwu City was also a great cultivator of the earth immortal realm.

He wasn't afraid of anything, but… he was afraid of his wife.

Although in front of outsiders, this wife of his did not embarrass him.

But behind closed doors, Wen Lin couldn't do anything to this woman in front of him. He obeyed everything she said.

He didn't even dare to take a concubine.

Those who didn't know the truth would think that it was because the mayor of Nanwu City, Wen Lin, was loyal to his wife, and that was why he didn't take a concubine.

The reason why Wen Quanyong was so out of control and not disciplined was actually because of his mother.

Because this mother, Chen Yulian, was the daughter of the Cloud Mist Sect.

And Nanwu City could only be considered as a subsidiary of the Cloud Mist Sect…

Chapter end