Chapter 6952 He still doesn't like talking to her.

Guan Wei has been keeping a mistress for quite some time now, and Liang Yuan hasn't made a fuss until these last few days. It would be better for her to do something underhanded than to be so open about it; it really damages her image.

Some even thought Liang Yuan was malicious.

It's just a little malicious. After all, it's always Tong Yan who gets hurt. If Liang Yuan is bullying someone, why doesn't she go after Guan Wei instead of always picking on Tong Yan?
Liang Yuan has a gentle and beautiful appearance, and in just a few days, not everyone would assume that she was the one causing trouble.

“It’s vicious; they should kick Tong Yan instead of this petty squabble.” Luo Bi concluded, “Instead of this kind of petty scuffle.”

Therefore, Luo Bi did not think Liang Yuan was malicious.

"How can you hit someone?" Lan Qiao exclaimed.

Luo Bi didn't take it seriously: "If I'm not happy, I'll hit you."

Blame? Theorize? Let's just kick it and solve the problem.

Lan Qiao: "......"

Lan Qiao didn't like chatting with Luo Bi. Luo Bi had heard enough and didn't want to chat with her anymore. Just then, Fan Yao came out, and Lan Qiao told Fan Yao about the two women around Guan Wei vying for his favor, exchanging gossip.

Fan Yao also knew some of it, and the two chatted happily together, leaving Luo Bi out of the conversation.

Wei Tuo, Zhu Xingzhi, and Zhu Xingrong went upstairs. Luo Bi was waiting for the children at the door. When the children arrived, Luo Bi went home, and the children followed, chattering noisily.

Lan Qiao and Fan Yao peeked in and chatted for a few more minutes about how Luo Bi liked children.

But what's the use of liking children? Feng Ling is an S-level innate high-grade strong gene Thunder Flame Warrior, making it difficult for him to have offspring. There's nothing Luo Bi can do about liking children; Feng Ling will not allow Luo Bi to have another husband.

Who is Feng Ling? Even Lan Qiao and Fan Yao know that Luo Bi shouldn't even think about having another husband. Feng Ling's status doesn't allow it. Besides, choosing a concubine is not easy. Someone too incompetent is not commensurate with Feng Ling's abilities, and Feng Ling wouldn't be interested in her.

It's possible for them to join forces, but Luo Bi's talent is low. The high-level, genetically strong Thunderflame Warrior might not be willing to become Luo Bi's concubine unless Luo Bi raises her talent level.

Back home, Luo Bi gave the child a bottle of diluted energy liquid: "Go explore the dungeon and see if you can find any good ingredients. Buy them for me, and pheasants would be best."

She'd been wanting to eat pheasant for a long time.

Wei Tong put away the energy liquid, and Luo Bi gave each person some stir-fried small crabs and put them in small bags.

With two bags full, the child went out, eating fresh river delicacies, and wasn't too cold.

Luo Bi set up the furnace, prepared the spiritual plants and other refining materials, placed them in the furnace, glanced at them, closed the lid, stepped back a little, and guided the flames to refine the materials.

With a "whoosh," a huge fire broke out.

Luo Bi isn't very good at controlling the fire. She likes a high flame, but after the oven exploded so many times, she's become hesitant to use a high flame anymore. The explosion was too noisy, so a gentle low flame is better.

With a "bang!", the small fire also exploded in the stove.

Luo Bi took a deep breath in frustration, called the robot butler to clean up the medicine dregs and ashes, cleaned the furnace and placed it on the rocks, grabbed a handful of fried small crabs and went out to chat with someone.

"You refined it?" Lan Qiao asked.

“Mm.” Luo Bi nodded.

She was eating, and as one would expect, she should have shared her food, which would have shown her good relationship with the families of the stationed soldiers.

Luo Bi didn't share. It wouldn't have mattered if she gave some to Lan Qiao and Fan Yao, but she only grabbed a handful, which wasn't much. She kept eating, and the portions kept getting smaller. She could have just given one or two small stir-fried crabs to others.

But that won't work. (End of Chapter)