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The Cannon Fodder Turns His Sister Into A Soaring Phoenix C170

Chapter 170: Senior brother, how many bowls of rice does your wife want to eat?

The sky was densely covered with stars and clouds, and the silver moon hung on the branches. Ye Anping, dressed in white, sat in front of his bedroom dressing table, staring at the handsome face in the bronze mirror with starry eyes.

Deep purple eyes radiated a captivating glow. The flawless, fair skin exuded a cold, stern charm with distinct contours.

Ye Anping couldn’t help but exclaim, “This person in the mirror is becoming more handsome.”

Behind him, Xiaodie, who was styling his hair, sighed involuntarily, “Ah, Young Master, it’s been over a year since I heard your self-admiration. I kind of miss it.”

Ye Anping chuckled and shook his head, asking, “Just tell me, do I look good?”

“Good-looking, Young Master has always been good-looking, just a bit shameless,” Xiaodie replied, pursing her lips.

With a smirk, Ye Anping said, “Well, at least you’re honest.”

Xiaodie continued styling his hair, and Ye Anping couldn’t help but feel a bit sentimental. He asked, “Xiaodie, do you think it’s a problem if I want to marry two or even more wives?”

“Huh?” Xiaodie tilted her head, pondered momentarily, and asked, “Oh, Young Master, are you torn because there are many good girls around, and you don’t want to let go of any?”

“It’s not exactly that…” Ye Anping sighed and continued, “Just consider it like that.”

Xiaodie nodded, raised her index finger, and explained, “Throughout history, having three wives and four concubines for men wasn’t considered a mistake. The key is that many men cannot support multiple wives but still end up marrying them.”

“Ability?” Ye Anping questioned.

Xiaodie nodded, saying, “It’s about how much food one has. If a man has enough to feed three mouths, he might marry three wives so they don’t go hungry.”

“Continue,” Ye Anping urged.

“But,” Xiaodie continued, “most men are unaware of their limitations. They may have only three bowls of rice but marry five wives with big appetites. This often leads to family breakdown, and everyone starves. Such men are pseudo-gentlemen, unfaithful husbands.”

Listening attentively, Ye Anping reflected on Xiaodie’s words. It made sense.

How much ability one has determines what one can do.

How much ability one has determines how many wives one can have.

These two principles were interconnected. The crucial question was…

Xiaodie smiled, adding, “The key is to understand how many bowls of rice you have and how many bowls the women you want to marry need. It’s challenging and up to you, Young Master, to figure it out.”

“Got it,” Ye Anping replied, deep in thought.

Upon hearing this, Ye Anping propped his chin, pondered momentarily, and evaluated himself. He found it genuinely challenging to determine how many bowls of rice he had in his hands. He could only be sure that his food was enough for himself and “Xi Yue.”

“Xi Yue” was similar to him, a person with dual spiritual roots, an ordinary individual with the level of a bowl of rice.

As for the others…

Junior sister had exceptional spiritual roots, far surpassing his qualifications. If he hadn’t hitched a ride on Feng Yudie’s luck, his cultivation would likely have been left far behind by his junior sister, probably at the level of ten bowls of rice.

Xiao Yunluo was even more formidable, with Heavenly Spiritual Roots and being the daughter of the Xuanxing Sect’s young master. She was at the level of fifty bowls of rice.

Li Longling, with a single fire spiritual root, the daughter of Chilong Mansion, now the mansion’s master, had limitless potential, likely at the level of five bowls of rice. These four were the ones he was currently considering. If he were to marry them all in the future, he would need to ensure he had sixty-six rice bowls.

For a moment, Ye Anping’s face showed concern, feeling the pressure. However, after some thought, he realized that, in any case, he must earn at least “eleven bowls of rice.” He had to make sure both junior sister and Xi Yue were well-fed.

Phew, can’t afford it.”

“Um?”

“Junior sister eats quite a lot,” Ye Anping shrugged, saying, “Can’t feed her enough.”

Xiaodie, hearing this, furrowed her brows and said, “Young Master, you used to bully Pei Junior Sister every day. Now you want to marry her? Will she agree?”

Ye Anping chuckled, raised his eyebrows, and replied, “Of course, she’ll agree. I’m so handsome; how could she not agree?”

Tsk… Young Master, wake up. Pei Junior Sister suffered so much in her childhood, and it’s all because of you, Young Master. Now that she’s grown up and hasn’t come after you with a vengeance, that’s already Junior Sister Pei’s kindness. Hmph.”

Bang bang—

Two light knocks interrupted Xiaodie’s words.

Xiaodie approached the bedroom door and asked, “Who is it? Young Master Ye is ready to rest.”

“Ah… Xiaodie, it’s me.”

“Um?”

Xiaodie looked surprised as she glanced at Ye Anping, who responded with a crooked smile.

“Ha~~.”

With a proud expression, Ye Anping stood up and opened the door in place of Xiaodie.

Squeak—

Pei Lianxue was now dressed in a new set of snow-white pajamas, her hair tied back. Her skin was moist, and looked as if she had just showered. She held her pillow, stood at the door, and upon seeing it open, smiled with pursed lips, “Senior brother, going to sleep.”

Ye Anping paused momentarily and joked, “We’ve all returned to the Hundred Lotus Sect. Tonight, you can sleep in your room.”

Seeing this, Ye Anping stopped teasing her. She might retaliate during their sparring session tomorrow morning if he continued to provoke her. He grabbed her shoulder and said, “Alright, junior sister, I was just joking.”

Pei Lianxue paused, turned her head to look at him, suddenly frowned, and shook Ye Anping’s hand away from her shoulder, saying, “Hmph! No!”

“Ah? Is it impossible?”

“…”

Pei Lianxue took a few steps away and then walked back in a half-circle, saying, “I still have to…”

Does Xiao Yunluo influence this girl? Why is she acting so tsundere?

Ye Anping felt helpless and opened the door to let her into the room. Xiaodie stood before the dressing table, observing Pei Lianxue and Ye Anping. Although she had witnessed Junior Sister Pei’s childhood experiences, seeing them together made her realize they were compatible.

Ye Anping is her young master. Whoever he marries will be her mistress. If Ye Anping marries someone with a bad temper who vents at her, she wouldn’t be able to endure it. If Pei Lianxue becomes the mistress, she will also have a say.

“Well..,” Xiaodie paused and reminded them, “Young Master, does the Sect Master know that Junior Sister Pei is coming to sleep?”

“Yeah, he knows.”

“In that case, I won’t say anything more.” Xiaodie placed the comb in her hand on the dressing table, walked out of the room, turned around, closed the door halfway, smiled, and said, “Young Master, Mrs. Pei, good night. Tomorrow morning, I’ll come over to help clean up.”

Ye Anping looked at the strange smile on Xiaodie’s face and felt somewhat helpless. Xiaodie probably thought that Pei Lianxue was an easy-to-handle girl.

“Hey, you should also go to bed early.”

“Yes, hee hee…”

Squeak—

However, when Pei Lianxue heard Xiaodie addressing her as “Madam,” her eyes lit up, and she appeared somewhat shy.

“Lady…”

“Junior sister, you go to bed first. I still have something to do.”

Pei Lianxue tilted her head, “Well, what is it? Can I help?”

“You can’t help, so go to bed.”

“Oh…”

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