"Little Uncle, I reached rank sixty!"
Three years had passed. Wang Dong, who had long since entered the Shrek Inner Court, jumped off her bed with delighted surprise and hurried out the door.
She looked around the house but found no one. "Little Uncle? Little Uncle, where are you?"
"Coming, coming." Tang Liu emerged from the kitchen carrying a spatula, an apron still tied around him. Beneath it, he wore a simple shirt with the top button undone and the sleeves rolled up, exposing his smoothly sculpted forearms. He smiled at Wang Dong. "Rank sixty? Not bad. You're much faster than your dad was back then."
Wang Dong looked at him with wide eyes and asked curiously, "What about you, Little Uncle? How old were you when you became a Soul Emperor?"
Tang Liu chuckled. "Want to compare yourself to me? I already had seven rings when I was three years younger than you are now."
Wang Dong silently did the math, then exclaimed in surprise, "You were a Soul Saint at fourteen, Little Uncle?!"
"If you don't believe me, go dig through Shrek's records. Your little uncle still holds that record."
"All right." Her shoulders drooped, as though she had suffered a tremendous blow.
"Stop dwelling on that. Go clear the table and get ready to eat." Amused, Tang Liu flicked the little girl's forehead.
Only then did Wang Dong notice the aroma of food that had already filled the house. Her nostrils twitched. "Little Uncle, what did you make today? It smells so good." As she spoke, she ran to clear the table, then clung to the kitchen doorway, watching the tall, long-legged young man bustle about inside. She was practically drooling.
"Sauce-fried pork knuckle and red-braised pork. All your favorites." Before long, Tang Liu walked out with