I wouldn’t dare to say that ordinary people’s lives are fleeting, but they do pass by very quickly.
But for me, not having to be tortured by evil spirits for a year is simply an unexpected joy, and I no longer have to worry about dying in my sleep for no reason.
"Ahem, chicken stew, give me a bowl." Du Qirui looked at the purple-gold rooster that I had disposed of with bright eyes, and said with fiery eyes: "Add some wolfberry into it, it will have a great warming effect."
"Bah..." Tang Jingyue spat softly and turned around.
I have long known from Ding Changyou the benefits of purple and gold roosters to men, especially middle-aged men who have no choice but to use it.
Besides, when I was looking for Death Watcher He Qing, Ding Changyou gave me free clues, and I promised him to give him a rooster to make soup afterwards. How could I comply with Du Qirui's request?
So I confessed leniently and told Du Qirui that I had to keep the cock meat.
"Hey, hey, Ding can't finish that much soup by himself. Ask him to leave a bowl for me." Du Qirui said unwillingly, "Just one bowl will do."
"You..." I subconsciously aimed at Du Qirui's crotch and said seriously: "Do you really need this?"
"Pfft." Tang Jingyue on the side bent down and supported the wall, laughing wildly.
Ji Qinghe looked out the window nonchalantly, his shoulders shaking violently.
Lingxi ignored him and acted as if he hadn't heard anything.
But the strangeness in her eyebrows revealed that her pretense of calmness at the moment was an illusion.
Du Qirui blushed and said, "I don't need this. I've never tasted purple-gold rooster soup. I'm just curious."
"That's it." I saw through it and said, "Try it out in one bowl, keep two bowls and bring one bowl to Pei Chuan."
Du Qirui was shocked and said: "Pei Chuan can't do it either?"
Don't tell me that Tang Jingyue laughed like crazy this time.
Even Lingxi and Ji Qinghe, who were pretending to be calm, couldn't hold it in any longer. They hurried into the room and laughed unbridled.
Du Qirui lost face in front of the juniors, glared at me fiercely, waved his hands impatiently and said: "Go, go, boil your medicine."
I said depressedly: "Do you want more chicken soup?"
"Yes, I must." Tang Jingyue covered her stomach and laughed so hard she couldn't walk: "Second Senior Brother still wants to get married and have children, you have to help him."
"Tang Jingyue..." Du Qirui gritted his teeth and said with fire in his eyes: "I don't need it."
"Yes, yes, second senior brother, you are still going strong and your glory is still there." Tang Jingyue stopped smiling and said with a serious expression: "Just a taste of something new, um, a taste of something new."
With that said, she moved her steps and ran towards Lingxi's room.
"Clang."
The door closed, and laughter erupted again.
Du Qirui stood unsteadily on crutches, and his teeth chattered.
I watched my nose, nose and heart, fearing that Du Qirui would take out his anger on me, so I hurriedly slipped into the kitchen.
An hour later, the contents of the pot were cooked.
Smelling the stomach-churning bitter smell in the mist, I almost spit out my stomach acid.
Du Qirui gloated: "Can't stand it after just one smell? Don't worry, it will be even better if you eat it."
I opened the lid and took a look. The dark piece was more frightening than the poached eggs fried by Lingxi.
"Must I eat them all?" I asked fearfully.
"What do you think?" Du Qirui grinned and asked Xiao Yu'er to bring the purple clay pot to the coffee table in the living room.
