Volume 1, Chapter 62: Please Take Good Care of Me for the Rest of My Life, Ms. Shen Zhiyi

"It's quite good."

Song Huaichuan replied instinctively.

In truth, he swallowed it directly without even chewing a single bite.

Hearing this, Shen Zhiyi happily retrieved an unopened small jar from the drawer and handed it to Song Huaichuan.

"Take this jar back with you. I made this one myself, but the one you just ate was made by my sister-in-law."

Song Huaichuan took it, turning it over and rubbing it gently in the palm of his hand.

Then he asked, "Are there any more made by your sister-in-law? Give me another jar."

Through Gu Meng's words, Guan Chenji understood her meaning. It wasn't because she remembered him, but rather because of his legendary achievements that she knew who he was.

Principal Nian had his doubts: "As for the match between Fengxiang and your beloved daughter, it is Lin Qianshan who is marrying above his station. Sharing a meal is just a matter of human kindness, but this is far too precious." With that, he pushed the train tickets back. In truth, his family desperately needed a bicycle, but he was afraid of being indebted to others for their hospitality and compromised by accepting gifts.

Actually, it was hardly surprising. This was hardly the first time Tang Ye had pulled such a stunt; the moment Ye Tianyu laid eyes on her, he knew exactly what she was up to without even needing to think.

Only moments ago, Li Wuxin's heart had been torn to the point of tears by Hidden Night's words. But at this latest remark, she only felt a tooth-aching surge of anger, wishing she could rush forward and beat Hidden Night to a pulp.

What if, heaven forbid, she unfortunately fell into Yan Youran's trap and said something she shouldn't have, or did something she shouldn't have? In the end, wouldn't she be the one marching to her own doom?

It seemed the battle was fierce at the moment; the four card players had no spare attention to notice Gu Lian and the others as they entered, remaining completely focused on the game.

Though inwardly feeling helpless at her master's absurdity, Liana could only accept it with resignation.

Her fingers trembled violently, brushing against forbidden places time and again. Her cheeks burned with mounting fever, and she grew unbearably tense and flustered.

"Qingqing, your aunt is so interesting." Feather was simply here for a free meal; her parents and Shui Qing's father had returned to the countryside on the same bus.

However, failing to comprehend Li Qi's actions, even Gauss—who had already prepared himself to make the ultimate sacrifice—could only lower the spiritual engraving in his hand and observe these maneuvers instead.

The walls were covered densely with cultivation techniques. A single glance revealed dozens of methods for the Dan-formation stage alone, some of which were exceptionally profound, leading Zhou Dao to surmise they were likely cultivation methods for the Golden Core stage.

Seeing the ice dragon Wangcai yield with such utter lack of integrity, Li Shishi wore an expression of supreme triumph. Had she not noticed the ice dragon still incessantly teasing the boss-tier Nether God of the lower divine rank, she might have rushed over without a moment's hesitation and patted the ice dragon's head like an elder sister-in-law.

Still, it was little wonder that Gu Lengxinhan would make his move in reality; presumably, he possessed that much self-awareness.

Consequently, Qin Yang's standing in the Investment Promotion Office and Liubao Township became even more secure, while Wan Baoshun and Qi Bufan exerted themselves with even greater dedication. Qin Yang regarded the two of them as his right-hand men, a point that went without saying.

"Then I shall spare this fellow for now. If he fails to behave himself, it won't be too late to extract his soul later," Zhou Dao sneered.

"Let's rest for a moment and discuss this later," Chen Yu said indifferently, massaging his temples. This matter was truly thorny. He had originally thought that finding a direction for transformation would effortlessly resolve everything, but he hadn't anticipated such a mountain of problems still lying ahead.

Yun Tianlan had barely lingered in her smile for a few seconds before she vanished from his line of sight. To be precise, it wasn't that she vanished; rather, he collapsed backward.

The rain had cleared, and along the eaves, a few lingering raindrops still clung tenaciously, occasionally plunging downward to shatter into a thousand pieces.

Hanyu was suddenly assailed by a suffocating, nauseating stench, and she nearly vomited. By now, her arms had regained some mobility, and she was simply waiting for the right moment.

"Why?" Chu Ting possessed deep city-dwellers' composure after all. Even at this juncture, she managed to maintain her poise.