Qian Chaoguang Tears Into Dai Hao, the Old Butler and Dai Luoli's Disappointment

Though it did nothing to boost combat power.

Through this body, Old Zhu could once again savor the food Huo Yutong cooked. That alone was already quite wonderful.

There were not many people in the entire world qualified to enjoy food personally prepared by the God of Cooking.

Once the escaping light descended, Qian Chaoguang turned his head. "Come on. Come sit at my place. There are two people who want to see you."

Dai Hao froze slightly. Looking at the small house before him, he hesitated. "This is... the house you and Xiao Tong live in?"

"What, do you think my little house is too small compared to your White Tiger Duke's Mansion, which covers thousands of mu?" Qian Chaoguang asked.

Dai Hao nodded.

Was it merely small?

In his view, it was pitifully tiny.

Even counting neither the additional space on the second and third floors nor anything else, this small villa occupied less ground than a somewhat larger main hall in the White Tiger Duke's Mansion. Naturally, who would build their own home as large as a conference hall for no reason?

Qian Chaoguang paid no mind as he strode forward. "A home is not better just because it's bigger. As long as it's comfortable for the people living in it, that's enough. Besides, Xiao Tong and I don't need that much space."

Dai Hao said quietly, "But you... are about to ascend the throne as the emperor of a nation. Such a cramped residence does not suit your status. You need a grand and imposing home to complement your identity."

Qian Chaoguang spoke with the air of an old sage. "There's an old saying: A mountain need not be high; with a god, it becomes renowned. Water need not be deep; with a dragon, it becomes