Dressed as the daughter of the villain's son?

"Are you tired? The kitchen has stewed bird's nest. I'll ask someone to bring it to you so you can have a sip." Fu Shengyu asked.

Fu Qingyun had never drunk it before, and it sounded very high-end, but she was too embarrassed to nod, so she could only smile shyly.

He Gu quickly brought over the bird's nest. There were not only bird's nests but also two wolfberries in the white jade cup. It did not seem to be glowing with golden light. Fu Qingyun took a sip with a small silver spoon and almost vomited.

It smells like bird, very fishy and hard to swallow.

Seeing that the young lady was drinking so much that she rolled her eyes, He Gu quickly lowered his head to hold back his laughter. She was worthy of being the boss's biological daughter. The boss also reacted like this at that time.

Fu Shengyu curled his lips and said, "I don't like to drink it either. This is what your Aunt Feng brought over. She likes to drink it and said it's good for girls, but I think it might not be good for your tongue."

Fu Qingyun nodded repeatedly and went to rinse his mouth with the cup on the coffee table. Although the tea was bitter, it was not bitter enough to make people want to vomit.

Who loves to eat bird’s nest?

Fu Qingyun leaned back on the sofa and thought, could it be that the cooking method was wrong? For example, could he add some cooking wine to remove the fishy smell, or stir-fry some chili peppers?

"I saw the chef in the kitchen just made red date and red bean paste pastry. Miss, would you like to try it?" He Gu took the pastry that had just been handed over. "Red dates are very good for girls. They can replenish qi and blood. This one is also fragrant and sweet, and tastes better than bird's nest."

"Thank you." Fu Qingyun picked up one and tasted it. It was so sweet. But the general living conditions are not so good now. Rich families want more once they have it, not to mention that Fu Shengyu is a self-made man, a poor man who suddenly became rich.

Don’t blame my dear son, it’s because mom has never been rich.

Originally, he was living a carefree and comfortable life, but now that he has traveled through time and space and helped Fu Qingyun to achieve success, he feels that being poor is a sin. Who knows how many people will laugh at his own son behind his back.

"It's a bit too sweet." Fu Qingyun picked up another cup of tea to reduce the taste.

Tea is such a good thing.

"I'll pay attention next time." He Gu kept smiling.

Fu Shengyu loves sweets. He had nothing to eat when he was a child and he suffered a lot. Now he has a vengeful habit of sweets.

"Father, the snow has stopped." Fu Qingyun looked at Fu Shengyu with sparkling eyes.

Fu Shengyu ate a piece of cake first, then took a sip of tea before looking at her with his lips curled, "Want to play in the snow?"

"I want to, I want to have a snowball fight." Fu Qingyun's eyes were filled with anticipation. She was bullied when she was a child and no one wanted to play with her. When she grew up, she was withdrawn and didn't like making friends. She had never participated in a snowball fight.

"Go change your clothes, put on gloves, and then go out for a snowball fight!" Fu Shengyu raised his hand and touched his daughter's head, smiling somewhat dotingly.

"Great!" Fu Qingyun jumped up and quickly took out his windbreaker to change his clothes.

Fu Shengyu chuckled at the impetuous child, then looked up at He Gu, "Tell Fang Cheng to bring the boy out to play."

"Remember to drink the ginger soup after you finish cooking it." Fu Qingyun stuck his head out while holding the clothes.

"Yes, Miss."

Fu Qingyun wrapped herself tightly, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed. Fu Shengyu also changed into a new set of clothes. When the father and daughter saw each other, they smiled at each other and then walked out in high spirits.

Fu Shengyu didn't know Fu Qingyun very well, but he had been through so much for so many years and could still save his dignity. Besides, what was a big deal in coaxing himself?

Fu Shengyu knew where there was snow for snowball fights, so he took Fu Qingyun's hand and strode forward. Fu Qingyun was very happy and jogged along, giggling non-stop.

Three hundred people stood in a neat row on the outdoor training ground of Fufeng Fort, wearing only dark green coats and steaming all over.

Fu Qingyun, with his small body less than one meter tall, was shocked when he saw the muscular men who were 1.80 to 1.90 meters tall, steaming all over. He thought that giants were besieging the city.

"Hi boss!"

Lion's Roar Kung Fu, this is definitely Lion's Roar Kung Fu. Fu Qingyun was almost shocked to the second dimension by this greeting.

Fu Shengyu's Qi sank into his Dantian, "Hello everyone!"

My dear son, your voice is so loud, please stop shouting until your voice breaks, or Feng Huayang will get choked to death.

Fu Qingyun secretly complained, but then he saw the huge crowd in front of him started running again, with a clear division of labor in piling up cover and snowballing.

Fang Cheng pulled Lin Song to build a one-meter-high low wall, turned around and grinned, "They trained them too hard, Boss, I think we are going to be in trouble."

"It's a snowball fight, not a war." Fu Qingyun wanted to explain the difference between the two, but now she was a little hesitant.

"Yes, snowball fights are just fighting with snow. It's the same as fighting." Lin Song moved a large piece of snow with both hands and threw it at the opponent, smiling honestly.

In less than three minutes, the field was attacked by artillery shells, and snowballs as big as bowls were flying around. Fu Qingyun looked at the fist-sized snowballs that he had worked so hard to make and fell into deep thought.

"Lin Song, step out and stand at attention!"

"Here!" Lin Song yelled at the top of his lungs, and quickly stood up and stood at attention. Fang Cheng couldn't stop him and fell flat on his face.

The field suddenly burst into laughter, and dense snowballs flew towards Lin Song. Fu Shengyu pounced on him and pinned the idiot down, making him roll twice on the ground, avoiding most of the snowballs.

"Lin Song, where's your brain?!" Fang Cheng cursed as he spat out the snow in his mouth.

Lin Song was embarrassed for a moment, then he got up and grabbed the snowball that Fu Shengyu had just made and threw it at the snowball, "Gangzi, you tricked me!"

Fu Shengyu crawled behind the snow wall, sat cross-legged and looked at Fu Qingyun. His face was slightly red, maybe because it was too cold outside, or maybe because of the friction on the snow just now.

Fu Shengyu's snowball throwing speed was nowhere near as fast as Lin Song's, but fortunately Fang Cheng's wall-building speed was not slow, so he could help him throw one.

Fu Qingyun was helpless. A good snowball fight turned into a battle of attack and defense in the snow. Unfortunately, she didn't know anyone and didn't know who to throw the snowballs at.

"Captain, the enemy's firepower is too fierce!" Lin Song squatted down and said to Fu Shengyu.

Isn't it fierce? At least ten groups of snowballs were thrown at them. The snow wall was shaking due to the snowballs, and floating snow and small snowballs fell down.

Fu Shengyu frowned, turned to look at Fu Qingyun and gave him an apologetic smile.

"Lin Song, don't be a coward!"

"Yeah, if you can't win, just raise the white flag. It's not shameful."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Laughter broke out again on the field, and from time to time someone shouted something, making Lin Song's face turn red.

Fu Qingyun tilted her head. She felt that Fu Shengyu's expression was strange, as if something bad had happened.

The next moment, Fu Shengyu gave Fang Cheng a look, and Fang Cheng shouted, "Make way, the young lady is coming on stage!"

There was silence for a moment on the field. Fu Shengyu picked up his daughter, and Fu Qingyun was holding a snowball in his hand, looking at the busy training ground with a confused look in his eyes.

Everyone took a close look at the eldest lady, then neatly retreated behind cover, leaving dozens of snow walls for Fu Qingyun.

"Assistant Fang, you have no shame!"

"Boss, the eldest lady is your daughter!"

Lin Song pricked up his ears, smiled maliciously, and said with full energy: "Miss, the one on your left, hit them, and the second one on your left, hit them too."

Fu Qingyun understood, and the others also leaned their heads out to watch.

"Lin Song, you running dog, you can't beat me and you still call for help."

"Hehe, all's fair in war, I heard it in class." Lin Song laughed, shaking his head as he spoke, and leaned over to look at Fang Cheng in hopes of getting a compliment.

Amid Lin Song's triumphant voice, Fu Qingyun threw the small snowball in his hand with force, one meter away, causing everyone to burst into good-natured laughter.

Fu Qingyun felt a little embarrassed. She took the big snowball that Fang Cheng handed to her, raised it up, gritted her teeth, and wanted to throw it forward. However, the snowball was too round and rolled back twice and landed on her face.

"Hahahaha, Miss, we're too far away for you to hit us. You can hit Lin Song and Special Assistant Fang. They're close to you and you can hit them all." Someone else started to make a noise, followed by a round of echoes.

"Yes, yes, Brother Yong is indeed both wise and brave."

"Yes, young lady, they are close to you, you can hit them with just a raise of your hand."