"We already have Ah Chou in this shop, what's the point of turning you into a turtle? To make soup for us?"

Xu Milu said irritably:

"You peel the chestnuts first. I'll make some chestnut-filled pastries tonight. We'll close the shop tomorrow. Old Mr. Hu told me that the maple trees in the mountains have turned a lot red and invited me to the pavilion to enjoy wine and admire the maple leaves."

Chenxiang, who was standing to the side, suddenly tugged at her sleeve, looking obedient and harmless.

"Senior sister, my uncle said that my mother was also troubled by love, which is why she broke the heavenly rules and was imprisoned under Mount Hua. Now Mo Xuan also said that senior sister is also sad because of this. It seems that 'love' is not a good thing. You must not go astray and ruin your bright future."

Realizing that disaster was imminent, Mo Xuan was speechless.

"Don't worry, Senior Sister just had a little mishap while practicing. She's been a bit irritable these past few days, so I didn't want you to worry unnecessarily. I'll cook you a bowl of noodles tonight."

Xu Milu gently patted Chenxiang's head, then turned to Mo Xuan and gave him a smile that could only be described as "sweet":

"Mo Xuan, do you want to tie it yourself, or should I tie it for you?"

"I... I can do it myself, no need to trouble you, my wife—"

Mo Xuan's tone gradually turned terrified.

The black resentment emanating from its body is practically overflowing!

My life is over!

...

...

Half an incense stick later, Xu Milu glanced at the black "little snake" hanging upside down over the well with its tail drooping, and closed the window expressionlessly.

She's been very irritable these past few days. I don't know why, but she used to fall asleep the moment her head hit the pillow. Now she can't sleep all night long, no matter where she is or how many beds she changes to, she can only keep her eyes open until dawn.

This was her third sleepless night. Luckily, she wasn't human, or she would have been exhausted long ago.

[Host, have you ever heard of the phoenix perching on the parasol tree?]

Xiaoqi's electronic voice sounded worried:

The phoenix 'will not eat anything but bamboo and rice, and will not perch on anything but the parasol tree.' You are gradually transforming into a true phoenix. I believe the parasol tree can alleviate the host's insomnia symptoms.

"...Ah, what a tragedy."

Xu Milu couldn't help but start to question the meaning of life.

After the cruel reality of her rapid weight gain, is she now facing the painful trials of insomnia and loss of taste?