My Human Identity Was Exposed by an Evil Spirit Wife

Flying Tiger listened carefully to her father’s words, obediently nodding her head, even though she understood everything Flying Eagle was saying.

The wind howled around them, like an elegy for the impending farewell.

Her gaze was focused and firm, not wanting to miss a single word or expression from her father.

She listened very earnestly.

This might be her last chance to hear her father’s words.

She bit her lower lip, sadness and reluctance intertwined, struggling to hold back her tears.

Flying Eagle repeated his words many times, until he himself was unsure of what he was saying, and only then did he close his mouth.

"Alright, that’s it." He patted Flying Tiger’s head, his voice carrying a hint of fatigue and helplessness.

"Let’s go eat." He tried to lighten his tone, but the slight tremble in his voice betrayed his inner turmoil.

He’d said everything he needed to, and now he just wanted to have a good meal with his daughter.

At this moment, Leng Feng had already seen the message Flying Eagle sent.

"Where to?" His brows furrowed, his eyes fixated on the screen, filled with doubt.

"Since we’re all going to die, and give our territories to our own people, then while they’re alive, they should come with me to an Evil Spirit Lord’s Dungeon, and Jiang Che too."

"What for?" Leng Feng frowned; he was always cautious when it came to anything involving Jiang Che.

His fingers unconsciously tapping the table, producing a rhythmic sound.

"To play a game, cooperate, and die." Flying Eagle explained things briefly and clearly.

As soon as the message was sent, Leng Feng immediately called.

Flying Eagle quickly picked up.

"Do you have a solution?" Leng Feng’s eager voice came through the receiver, full of anticipation.

He believed Jiang Che had found a way for these Lords of the Land of No Master to survive, and his voice inadvertently carried a hint of excitement.

"Naturally not, if I did, would I still say we’re going to die?" Flying Eagle unhesitatingly dispelled the thought from his mind.

After speaking, Flying Eagle explained what they were going to do to Leng Feng.

Leng Feng listened, then fell silent.

He nodded, "I’ll go and talk to them."

His voice was deep and heavy.

"But whether to go or not, that will be up to them." After saying this, Leng Feng hung up the phone.

Flying Eagle patted his daughter’s head, "Let’s go, I’ll cook a meal for you one last time."

His voice was gentle and loving, filled with endless affection.

"You haven’t eaten my cooking for a long time." He laughed heartily.

The laughter echoed through the empty space, but seemed slightly bleak.

"When you were little, you said my cooking tasted bad, but fortunately, our family had money, so you could eat out." He recalled the past, a hint of a bitter smile appearing on his face.

"But in the end, Dad still wants to cook a meal for you himself." After speaking, he led Flying Eagle toward his home.

Through the territory’s surveillance, he saw Jiang Che and Ding Ning wandering around his territory.

Jiang Che and Ding Ning were curious about everything, finding everything fresh and new.

"Once the meal is ready, I’ll call them to join us for dinner. Haha, I’ve improved my cooking skills since then, it won’t be like before." He patted Flying Tiger’s head, indicating for her to rest assured.

Flying Tiger stood dazed in place, biting her lower lip.

Childhood memories surfaced in her mind; she recalled the look of disdain she often wore when her father cooked.

Her mother left early, she was raised by her father since childhood.

"Dad, can I try the taste of childhood again?" She spoke softly, her eyes filled with affection.

Upon hearing her words, Flying Eagle was instead taken aback.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, because after so many years, he had long forgotten what his cooking tasted like when she was little.

The torrent of time washed away too many memories, those once familiar flavors had now become blurred.

Thinking of this, he sighed and gently shook his head.

Flying Tiger followed her father into the kitchen.

The kitchen was filled with an old atmosphere, and the spider webs in the corners slightly trembled in the breeze.

Her gaze slowly swept over the familiar yet unfamiliar kitchen utensils, her heart mixed with emotions.

It was only now that she understood.

Why Jiang Che always looked so happy when eating Ding Ning’s cooking.

At first, she thought Jiang Che did it to avoid making Ding Ning sad.

After all, for a spirit unable to perceive taste, saying her cooking was bad would surely be upsetting.

But now she realized Jiang Che genuinely loved the food.

Not because he feared making Ding Ning sad, but because the person cooking was Ding Ning.

That’s why he loved it.

Watching her father busy in the kitchen, she took out her phone and sent a message to Jiang Che, "My dad cooked a meal, I’ll let you know when it’s time to eat."

After sending the message, she just watched from the side.

Watching her old man adeptly handle the pots and pans, taking out prepared ingredients from the fridge.

His movements were skillful, whether washing or chopping vegetables, quite different from the clumsiness in her childhood memories.

Flying Tiger watched and smiled, wishing she had been more understanding as a child.

She watched quietly from the side, seemingly wanting to remember the final image of her father.

"Dad, let me tell you, add a bit more salt in a while; Ding Ning has no sense of taste." Flying Tiger spoke with laughter in her eyes.

"Hmm?" Flying Eagle turned back puzzled.

"Why add salt if there’s no sense of taste, is it just to be heavy?" He asked puzzledly.

"Is it that being heavier makes the taste more noticeable? How much exactly, tell me." He said as he took out a salt spoon, wanting his daughter to measure it for him.

Flying Tiger shook her head, "It’s not like that, she can’t taste even a bit of salt."

"If she can’t taste it, wouldn’t it just be normal flavor?" Flying Eagle’s mind was filled with question marks, wondering if his daughter knew what she was saying.

"Because she thinks salt is a precious thing to humans, all her understanding of humans comes from various historical books she obtained."

"She believes humans use less salt because it’s controlled by the authorities."

"She can’t taste anything, but she wants to give Jiang Che the best and most of everything." Flying Tiger spoke as she laughed.

Flying Eagle was taken aback, then nodded.

He seemed to understand what his daughter meant.

"Alright, how much to add? If she can’t taste it, how will she know how much I put?"

Salt dissolves in water and the like.

"Right, she won’t taste it, she’ll see it instead." Flying Tiger softly laughed.

"Overflowing, crystallizing out, and then she can see."

"These at home might not be enough, just have more sent over." She said casually, as if it were a trivial matter.

Flying Eagle’s eyes widened instantly, crystallizing out, what a joke!

Isn’t that like being a living Salt Prince!