Qinglin Square Market.
Fang Xing finished cooking his meal and enjoyed it alone.
Although the chefs on Chuying Star were skilled, the raw materials were far inferior compared to those here.
For the sake of his martial arts, he still preferred dining in Qinglin Square Market.
He only occasionally ordered take-out from Chuying Star to satisfy a craving.
Of course, to keep up appearances, he occasionally stored some daily necessities at his home on Chuying Star, then brought them all here to destroy.
As he was devouring his meal from a large bowl, the tinkling laughter reached his ears, and a fragrant breeze followed, as Hua Feiyue approached gracefully, "Young master..."
She wore a pink dress, meticulously tailored to showcase her proud chest and peach-like buttocks, yet her expression remained very serious, giving the impression of a decent housewife.
Yet, combined with her seductive and enchanting posture, it created a contradicting charisma.