The Female Cannon Fodder Is Highly Poisonous

When facing Ruan Tang, Ruan Changtian often couldn't laugh or cry.

At this moment, he didn't know whether to be proud of his unrivaled image in his daughter's mind, or to feel sad about his old father's thoughts.

He ran away from home anyway. No one cared about a runaway or an old father who ran away from home.

So sad for him.

"Dad, do you know about the bet I made?" Ruan Tang asked.

Ruan Changtian nodded his head neither sad nor happy, not only knowing that he ran away from home because the old guys were driving him out because of betting.

Ruan Tang said in surprise: "Then you must have bet on Tang Ye. How much? I have bet ten thousand taels. Dad, let me tell you, you will never lose money if you bet on Tang Ye."

Ruan Changtian frowned, "How many taels?"

Ruan Tang: "Ten thousand taels, a small amount, right? I also think it's a bit small. Even a hundred thousand taels wouldn't be enough if I were asked to invest, but Tang Ye stopped him and said I was the banker. Why? I won, I thought it was right, so I stopped."

Ruan Changtian's heart ached when he heard this.

Ten thousand taels is too small, and one hundred thousand taels is not enough. The meaning of the co-writing daughter is that for a little brat's small game, you have to invest one million taels of silver in him, right?

Brat, is he worth the price? He couldn't tell at all!

"Dad, how much did you pledge?" Ruan Tang looked directly at Ruan Changtian, as if Ruan Changtian would have gone to the house to uncover the tiles if the number he said was smaller.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, the maids and guards dispersed long ago.

Ruan Changtian originally thought about betting a thousand taels, but it didn't matter whether the brat won or not. He didn't really want the brat to become famous.

After all, my daughter-in-law has said that the best way to make a name for herself is to let a young hero who is favored by the martial arts world join the Demonic Religion Cult.

The daughter we just found cannot be called Zhu Gong!

But now that my daughter is looking at her with such expectancy, "one thousand taels" has somehow become like one tael, and I can't get rid of it.

He coughed and adjusted his facial expression to make himself look less reluctant, "The brat is dad's apprentice. How can dad not be optimistic about his apprentice?"

Ruan Tang: "Then how much did you stake?"

Ruan Changtian: "...Ten, one hundred thousand taels."

Tang Ye looked at him in surprise, "Master, this is too much."

Although the master always dislikes him and bullies him, at critical moments, the master is still very fatherly.

Just for the trust of the master, he will also perform well!

Ruan Tang was so happy that he shouted behind Ruan Changtian: "Uncle Mu, did you hear that? Dad said he wanted to deposit one hundred thousand taels."

Shopkeeper Mu: "It's Young Master, I'll take care of it right away."

Ruan Changtian: "..."

When he turned around, he was almost startled.

Not only Shopkeeper Mu, but also the First Elder, Second Elder, Third Elder and others were all standing there.

Ruan Changtian's heart was suddenly overwhelmed with sadness.

My daughter is rebellious, my masters are partial, and my subordinates are submissive...

He finally realized the misery of middle-aged and elderly people who were disloyal to their careers as described by his daughter.

It's so miserable!

Ruan Changtian returned to his room with an autistic face, while Ruan Tang went to dinner with the elders. As he walked, he found that his old father was not there.

Ruan Tang: "Come here, invite dad over. This is the first Mid-Autumn Festival since we got together, the first day of reunion. I want to cook a meal for dad myself."

The elders and shopkeepers all praised the young master for being filial and considerate.

Ruan Changtian, who has returned to the room: "..."

Don’t tell me early if you have any surprises!

Although he was very angry, he would never miss it when his daughter cooked in person.

Even if it tastes terrible.