"I've caught up to the latest chapter of your new book and rewarded you with ten literary laurels."

Ten literary laurels!

Tang Li was surprised and took out his phone to open the website's app. Sure enough, there were rewards available.

"Your name is Guangguai Luli?"

Lu Zhixing nodded.

The thought of him, the president of Shengrong Group, being engrossed in a romance novel written by his landlord was quite amusing to Tang Liguang.

"Come on, friend, raise your glass and thank you for your donation."

Tang Li drank half a cup of water instead of wine.

The last wealthy reader I met was Jingjiu.

This time, Lu Zhixing is one of them.

Lu Zhixing picked up a piece of stir-fried pork with white chili peppers and put it on her plate: "You can't find authentic Tanzhou cuisine where you go. Try this white chili pepper. I bought it from an old lady. Don't underestimate this stuff. It costs more than a hundred yuan a pound. It's really not cheap."

It really is delicious.

Tang Li's favorite.

"It's expensive because it takes many kilograms of fresh chili peppers to dry one kilogram of white chili peppers. You know, green chili peppers aren't cheap in the market these days either."

Tang Li herself had sun-dried white chili peppers. In the three years since she married Huo Chenyu, she had been like a caged bird, yet she also possessed absolute freedom within that cage.

Just as Tang Li was enthusiastically describing the process of making white chili peppers, Lu Zhixing placed another piece of food on her plate and suddenly said:

"I believe Tang Yuan was framed."

Tang Li was stunned, and it took her several seconds to raise her head and look at Lu Zhixing.

At that moment, Tang Li's eyes filled with tears.