"If she refuses to drink it, I'll probably know how far their relationship has progressed."
Fang Mo lightly stroked the God Tree Greatsword with his fingertips, looking thoughtful. "Then I'll solemnly lock her in the End, set up the Ender Crystals, and whip her into a spinning top with a Manyullyn belt."
"Wait, Master..."
"Then I'll force her to drink this bowl of shinan flower lotus root starch."
Lying on the bed, Fang Mo's thoughts began to wander. "Not only will she drink it, I'll make her drink it in her true form. I'll watch her squat miserably atop an Obsidian pillar in the End, under the gaze of a bunch of Endermen... reluctantly swallow the shinan flower lotus root starch, then spit out a wooden bowl."
"At that point, my life will have reached its peak."
"Although I know there's an old saying back in our hometown: a grown daughter can't be kept at home, and a married daughter is like water that's been thrown out..."
"But after all this..."
"My image as a loving father will surely be deeply seared into her memories, never to fade."
"No matter who lures her away, or what world she gets taken to." As Fang Mo said this, a strange light appeared in his eyes. "The moment she sleeps with someone else, she'll forever remember this day, along with the terror of being dominated by a bowl of thick soup by her loving father."
"...But what if she finds a lesbian? Wouldn't you explode?"
At that moment, A Xue beside him couldn't help voicing her own thought.
"?!"
Fang Mo's expression instantly froze.
"You know who I'm talking about, right, Master?"
A Xue had dried her hair by now. She slowly leaned toward Fang Mo, bent down, and whispered by his ear,