Chapter Sixty-Four: Aunt Wang's House

Aunt Wang’s entire family consisted of authentic Northeasterners, and their hospitality was clearly an understatement for how they treated Yun Shu.

There was none of the usual polite pushing and pulling over the fruits and pastries she brought; handsome young Li Yanze took them directly to be stored properly, while Yun Shu herself was ushered to the dining table, surrounded by the little cutie and her mother, Aunt Wang.

A table was laden with dishes, full of color, aroma, and flavor. There were chicken, duck, fish, and pork of all kinds, as well as a plate of canned yellow peaches.

Naturally, they were not the store-bought brands.

Seeing the sudden righteous expression on Ye Tian’s face, Fang Zhanbo was at a loss for words for a moment.

However, since neither of them was present at the scene, continuing this courtyard-wide meeting naturally served no disciplinary purpose whatsoever against Liu Haizhong and Jia Zhangshi.

The moment the innkeeper’s voice trailed off, numerous sharp intakes of breath echoed from the surroundings, immediately followed by a growing clamor of discussions.

Captain Wang also wanted to, but he figured this was merely a lofty and beautiful ideal, and not wanting to dampen Fang Xin’s enthusiasm directly, he could only vaguely say.

Moreover, this immersive coffee-experience private room possessed an extremely high safety index in terms of soundproofing and all other aspects.

Facing the swarming, ant-like black puppets emerging from the ground, Lin Zihan actually felt a trace of panic—a terror originating from the deepest depths of his soul.

A complex mixture of emotions welled up in his heart, compounded by the fact that the harder he tried to take this photograph properly, the less able he was to calm down.

Xiao He tidied his clothes, frowned, began to pace, and fell into a deep and desperate contemplation.

An Yan realized at that moment that even with over a thousand years of life behind her, her mental resilience still fell short of Jing Fushuo’s. No matter how urgent the environment, Jing Fushuo could swiftly calm down and find countermeasures, whereas she herself simply could not manage that.

Ye Moxing nodded, skewering the fish over the fire while teaching them how to roast it. In truth, it wasn’t as if they had never grilled before; during gatherings and the like, they would more or less always do some barbecuing, and even Ji Yuanhua had tried his hand at it, so he roughly knew what to do.

Mark remained extremely warm toward her. Just as she was about to get into the car, he mentioned that he knew a restaurant specializing in American cuisine on the sixth floor of the Hongkong Hotel in Tsim Sha Tsui, called Grape, and expressed his hope that Huaizhen would honor him with her company sometime, as he had never tried American cuisine before.

Yet in this posture, the distance between them was far too close—so close that she had to lean back as far as possible while turning her face away, wearing an expression of desperate avoidance.

Climbing out over the back wall, Ye Moxing casually tossed her handkerchief into a nearby trash can, her hands shoved deep into her pockets with a lazy and casual posture, resembling nothing more than a casual pedestrian strolling down the street.

Ugh, she really hadn't known how she had managed to tick off her Best Actor once again. Still, apologizing was always the right move; it must have been some oversight on her part where she hadn't done well enough.

Her voice was soft, loud enough only for Li Yan hearing it. Upon hearing this, Li Yan instantly caught on, nodded, and said, "Qi'er is still the smart one; I didn't think of that." Withdrawing her gaze from Zhang You's face, she lowered her head and focused intently on her meal.

While changing clothes, the person beside her had mentioned that these rose petals were specially crafted from local roses and custom fabrics, and were entirely hand-sewn.

When he reached this part, Xize turned to glance at her, immediately earning a sideways roll of the eyes from Huaizhen.

Blazing fires burned within Xiao Yichen's eyes, and he wished he could burn this foreign chick who had popped up out of nowhere into ashes, along with that fluttering butterfly of a personal assistant.

The moment Xiao Qinye stepped through the door, he felt a crushing weight akin to Mount Tai bearing down upon him, momentarily leaving him struggling to breathe. Steadying his mind, he raised his eyebrows in astonishment.

Elder Han naturally bore the surname Han, though not the Han of the Cold Fairy. He was not a figure of any great consequence within the mountain. Such dispensable figures were dime a dozen in the mountains. Simply by virtue of being the Cold Fairy’s master, Qing Jinzi always maintained a smiling face whenever he dealt with him.

The Three Elders of the Moon God and Ying Tian acted as if they saw nothing, sitting cross-legged facing one another. The weeping-moon slaughter blade in Ying Tian’s hand slowly floated into mid-air, a bloody moon flashed briefly between the brows of the Third Elder, and a beam of bloody light shone directly upon the blade.