Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

"That's it for today."

Ye Fan put away the wooden sword and said calmly, "You are making rapid progress, but you still need more practice."

Chu Zihang nodded, picked up the wooden sword on the ground, and said with a firm look: "I will continue to work hard."

Ye Fan smiled and patted his shoulder: "Let's go to my house for dinner tonight. My mother has made some soup."

A hint of warmth flashed in Chu Zihang's eyes, and he nodded: "Okay."

When Lu Mingfei heard this, he immediately jumped up from the bench and said excitedly:

"That's great! I miss Aunt Ye's cooking so much!"

Ye Fan smiled and shook his head, then led the two of them out of the kendo hall.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the street outside the Children's Palace. Ye Fan, Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei walked side by side.

"Brother Zihang, those moves you made today were truly impressive! Even though you were beaten by Brother Fan in the end, I still think you're pretty impressive!"

Lu Mingfei was still holding the unfinished hot dog in his hand and spoke incoherently.

Upon hearing this, Chu Zihang's lips curled up slightly, revealing a rare smile.

He glanced at Lu Mingfei and said calmly, "You seem to be so leisurely, sitting there eating and drinking instead of practicing."

When Lu Mingfei heard this, he immediately put on a bitter face:

"Brother Zihang, please stop teasing me! I can't even hold a wooden sword steady, wouldn't that be asking for trouble?

Besides, with Brother Fan here, it’s better for a rookie like me to just be a spectator.”

Ye Fan walked between the two of them, listening to their conversation, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Practice now, and you can drink two more bowls of fish soup later. You always eat too little, Mingfei."

He reached out and ruffled Lu Mingfei's hair.

"No, Brother Fan, you really treat me as a half-blood."

Lu Mingfei curled his lips.

Ye Fan's appetite is definitely obvious to everyone. Not to mention a pot of fish soup, he can easily stuff two suckling pigs into his stomach.

My senior brother’s appetite isn’t that outrageous, but it’s definitely far more than that of an ordinary person.

Although Ye Fan told him with absolute certainty that he was a mixed-blood, he had never lit up his golden eyes, nor did he possess such an outrageous physical fitness.

"You'll know in two years."

Ye Fan said with a smile.

He was not in a hurry to prove it to Lu Mingfei. After all, this kid would have to accept it even if he didn't want to.

"But I've also tailored a few sword techniques specifically for your physical condition. Do you want to learn them?"

Ye Fan said jokingly.

Lu Mingfei's eyes lit up, but then they withered again: "Forget it, Brother Fan, I'm afraid I can't learn those tricks of yours. I'd better just be a loser."

"Ming Fei, you actually have great potential, you just don't want to work hard. If you are willing to work hard, you may not be worse than others."

Chu Zihang glanced at Lu Mingfei with a hint of seriousness in his tone.

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment, then scratched his head and said a little embarrassedly: "Brother Zihang, you make me feel embarrassed. But... can I really do it?"

"You can do it."

Chu Zihang patted his shoulder, his eyes full of seriousness, which showed the trust of a senior brother in a junior brother.

Although he did not see any trace of mixed-race in his junior brother.

But he believed in his senior brother, and Senior Brother Ye Fan would definitely not lie to him.

Lu Mingfei is definitely a mixed-race, but just as Ye Fan said, he has not yet fully awakened.

Moreover, he himself highly recognized Lu Mingfei. Although this guy was a bit useless and a bit of a wimp, this did not prevent him from being his beloved junior brother.

This kid is still very brave when he needs to be brave.

The afterglow of the setting sun stretched the shadows of the three people very long. Lu Mingfei kicked the pebbles on the roadside while walking, and suddenly looked up and asked:

"Brother Fan, what soup did Aunt Ye make today? I'm still drooling just thinking about that mushroom and duck soup from last time."

"Carp and tofu soup," Ye Fan said with a proud smile, "That's the fish I bought at the market this morning!"

"Did your mom and my mom really come from the same cooking training class?"

Chu Zihang said helplessly after hearing this.

Su Xiaoyan has been very interested in cooking recently. Whenever she comes up with a new dark dish, her stepfather will immediately get the news that he is out for work.

Chu Zihang had to prepare the dark dish alone. Seeing his mother's expectant look, he felt embarrassed not to eat it.

I could only swallow my tears and the food together.

"Hahaha, this kind of thing also depends on talent."

Ye Fan patted Chu Zihang on the shoulder and comforted him, saying that the dishes cooked by Su Xiaoyan are really not for human consumption.

At least when it comes to cooking dark cuisine, she is indeed gifted.

At the corner, a house covered in ivy suddenly came into view.

In the small courtyard surrounded by a white fence, hydrangeas were in full bloom. A light blue gauze curtain fluttered in the second-floor window, marking Ye Fan's bedroom.

"arrive."

Ye Fan walked forward quickly, but before he could take out the key, the carved wooden door was pushed open from the inside.

"I can smell the stench of you three little brats' sweat from two blocks away."

A clear female voice came with a smile.

A tall figure named Ye Weiwei was leaning against the door frame, her long flaxen hair casually tied into a ponytail, and her oversized light gray sweater revealed half of her collarbone.

Her pink slippers treaded on the teak floor, and her ankles were too slender to be someone in their thirties.

"Hello, Aunt Weiwei!"

Lu Mingfei stood up straight reflexively, but his eyes couldn't help but drift into the house - a rich and delicious aroma was pouring out from the direction of the kitchen.

Ye Weiwei reached out and ruffled Lu Mingfei's messy hair: "Mingfei has grown taller again? The last time he came, he was only at my shoulders."

"No way, Aunt Ye, I was here just two weeks ago."

Lu Mingfei smiled.

Aunt Ye is a really nice person. She almost treats him and his senior brother as her own sons.

In Lu Mingfei's mind, Ye Weiwei's figure was almost on par with Qiao Weini in his memory when he was four or five years old.

Chapter 11 Old Tang

"Excuse me."

Chu Zihang bowed politely.

"Oh, our Hanghang is still so serious."

Ye Weiwei smiled and pinched Chu Zihang's face, whispering in his ear:

"Your mom just sent a message saying she's cooking a stargazing pie tonight. I suggest you stay home for the next three days."

Chu Zihang's usually stern face turned pale in an instant.

Lu Mingfei was shaking from trying to hold back his laughter, and Ye Fan grabbed his arm around his neck and dragged him into the entrance.

There is a natural wooden dining table in the living room, with three sets of celadon bowls and chopsticks already placed on it.

Ye Weiwei brought out a steaming casserole from the kitchen like magic. Tender tofu and mushrooms were simmering in the milky white fish broth, and the surface was sprinkled with emerald green onions.

But the casserole was extremely large, specially customized by Ye Weiwei. Although it was called a casserole, it could actually be called a bathtub.

There's nothing I can do about it. My son has a bigger appetite than a pig.

Although the casserole was large, it was still easy for Ye Weiwei to lift it with her unawakened Transcendent A-Grade hybrid physique.

"Drink some soup first to warm your stomach."

She filled a bowl for each person. The moment Lu Mingfei took a sip of the fish soup, he squinted his eyes with happiness.

The umami flavor explodes on your taste buds like fireworks, which is totally incomparable to the MSG soups in the school cafeteria.

Ye Weiwei brought a bowl of rice and placed it in front of Lu Mingfei, then brought a pot of rice and placed it in front of Chu Zihang, and finally placed the remaining rice cooker in front of Ye Fan.

Ye Fan took the rice cooker and started showing off wildly.

He was really hungry.

Ye Fan suddenly looked up: "Mom, are you going out?"

Ye Weiwei was stuffing her wallet into her Chanel bag when she blinked. "Your Aunt Su is organizing a mahjong game and she's going to win last month's rent from me tonight."

She bent down to tie her shoe, but her face was already eager to try.

"There's pudding in the fridge for dessert."

Before the door closed, Ye Fan waved goodbye.

"Okay, we'll eat later."

After drinking three bowls of fish soup, Lu Mingfei collapsed on the sofa and rubbed his stomach.

Ye Fan dragged the game console out of the storage room, and Chu Ziang had already consciously arranged the snacks on the coffee table according to salty and sweet categories.

The dusk outside the window deepened, and the moment the street lights came on, the title screen of "Street Fighter 4" popped up on the TV screen.

"This time I'm going to use Chun-Li to defeat your Ryu!"

Lu Mingfei grabbed the controller and yelled. Chu Ziang silently chose Akuma.

"Round 1——Fight!"

On the TV screen, the classic BGM of "Street Fighter 4" sounded, Lu Mingfei's Chun-Li was jumping around, Chu Zihang's Gouki was silent like the god of death, and Ye Fan's Ryu stood in the corner as steady as an old dog.

Suddenly, Ye Fan's phone vibrated and a voice message popped up -