Qin Yune stared wide-eyed in shock, "Ah, this...this..."

Then, to her astonishment, Xiao Hong's hands grew rapidly, deftly carrying bowls several times its own size to the sink. With those slender hands, she washed the dishes right under Qin Yune's nose.

When she presented the bowl to Qin Yune in its pristine condition, she could vaguely sense that it was reflecting light.

Qin Yunie was shocked: "..."

So you've finished washing it and it's all so fresh and clean?

Looking at that stack of bowls and chopsticks, I couldn't help but think to myself: What a wonderful and flexible 'dishwasher'!

Meng Po gestured with her chin toward Xiao Hong and asked, "Is everything alright?"

Xiao Hong also looked over at her, her big, bright eyes blinking. Qin Yune suspiciously swallowed, "Okay, very okay."

I wonder where else I can steal one of these little fur balls? If she really can't resist, would it be okay for her to steal one?

"If you say it's okay, then it's okay." Meng Po smiled and beckoned Xiao Hong back to her side.

Little Red skipped and hopped all the way, then jumped onto Meng Po's shoulder with a splash, rubbed against her ear, and made a coquettish "Gurgle~" sound.

Qin Yunie felt his heart melt in that instant.

Meng Po casually raised her hand and kneaded it, noticing the envy in Qin Yune's eyes, and explained, "Xiao Hong is a flower of the other shore, and only one like it has appeared in thousands of years."

Qin Yunie nodded in disappointment. No wonder Xiao Hong's fur was so red.

So, the pattern between Xiao Hong's eyebrows and eyes is the red spider lily?

She looked closely and it did seem to be a spider lily, but because there were so many small red hairs, she couldn't see it clearly.

Seemingly noticing her disappointment, Xiao Hong nudged Meng Po. Meng Po, sensing Xiao Hong's reaction, widened her smile and said, "But you can play with me for a while. Xiao Hong quite likes you."

As he spoke, he took Xiao Hong down and handed it to Qin Yune.

Qin Yune happily took Xiao Hong in her arms; her small body was soft and warm.

"Grunt~"

Xiao Hong rubbed her hand against her palm and looked up at her.

In that instant, Qin Yune felt her heart melt, and a blush rose on her fair cheeks with excitement. "What does it eat? I can make it for it."

Meng Po: "It only drinks the dew from the other shore flower."

"I see."

Qin Yune placed it on her shoulder, and Xiao Hong stretched out her little hands to hug her neck. Because it wasn't deliberately stretched out, it looked like a big fluffy ball was stuck to her neck.

Only Qin Yunie could feel those tiny claws and the barely perceptible fur.

Meng Po sensed that Xiao Hong was in a good mood, and Qin Yune liked it very much, so she smiled and said, "Let's go see how to improve Meng Po's soup."

Qin Yune came into the courtyard and looked at the soup, which was slightly greenish and had a faint, not strong, and unpleasant smell. "..."

Qin Yunie looked at the large pot of soup with suspicion: Is this soup really safe to drink?

Will I really not experience vomiting, diarrhea, or need to have my stomach pumped at the hospital after drinking this?

Just now, Meng Po was carrying such a huge pot, and there was so much soup in the pot.

Meng Po seemed to sense Qin Yune's suspicion, so she scooped up a large spoonful and handed it to her, saying earnestly, "Don't worry, you can definitely drink it, it won't kill you."

Qin Yunie: "..."

Hearing this, Qin Yunie's doubts were not dispelled; instead, her lips twitched, and she became even more worried about her stomach.

Qin Yunie glanced at the slightly greenish soup and asked hesitantly, "Will I really be okay if I drink it? Will I not forget what happened in this life?"

"Probably not?" She stroked her chin, thought for a moment, and said, "If you're really worried, let Xiaohong have a sip first."

Qin Yunie stared wide-eyed in shock: "???"

Surely not...?

So uncertain?!

What if she drinks it and something goes wrong?

The crucial point is that they let Xiaohong drink first!!

Isn't this blatant animal abuse?!

Seeing that she was overthinking things, Meng Po explained, "Don't think nonsense. There are Xiao Hong's tears in this soup. Xiao Hong drank a sip and helped absorb her tears. You should be fine after drinking it."

Qin Yunie breathed a slight sigh of relief upon hearing this.

But... Qin Yune still felt a little strange sharing a bowl with an animal.

Although Little Red was very cute and grew up drinking dew, she still had an indescribable feeling about her.

As it turns out, she was really overthinking it.

Xiao Hong didn't even touch it, but Qin Yune saw a large, crystal-clear droplet of water float up from the spoon and into Xiao Hong's mouth.

Qin Yune faced the spoon handed to her by Meng Po. The spoon, at least 1.8 meters long, appeared before her eyes. Then a small bowl appeared in mid-air and was quickly filled with Meng Po soup.

She smelled the faint aroma, took the bowl, and took a small sip. "Yue..."

Qin Yunie gagged.

The overwhelming smell made her gag again.

This goes beyond just being unpleasant to drink; it's not just unpleasant, it's deadly!

Meng Po looked at her in confusion, "Is it hard to drink?"

Immediately afterwards, she poured herself a bowl, gulped it down in two gulps, and smacked her lips twice afterward. "I guess I'm used to it. Although it tastes a bit awful, it's not bad. It's just not as good as the food you make."

Qin Yu Nie watched helplessly as she finished the bowl of Meng Po soup: "..."

This is dozens of times worse than that juice.

Who would have thought that Meng Po would have such a thing...

Meng Po asked with a humble and earnest expression, "Well? After drinking the Meng Po soup, have you thought of any ways to improve it?"

Qin Yunie took a brief moment to savor the sensation, but was immediately overwhelmed by the nauseating taste in her mouth.

Meng Po quickly handed her a bottle of water.

Qin Yunie took it without paying attention and took a sip. Hmm? Why is it sweet?

She smacked her lips, and instead of the disgusting taste she had just experienced, her mouth tasted sweet and fresh, with a faint floral fragrance. She asked in confusion, "What is this?"

Meng Po glanced at it and said, "This? I make crystal dew from the pistils and dew of the red spider lily. I don't give it to just anyone."

Qin Yune hugged the bottle, "Thank you, Sister Meng~"

"May I ask Sister Meng what ingredients she usually uses to brew the Meng Po soup? Is it a fixed recipe?"

Meng Po simply explained the ingredients, "It's a fixed recipe, passed down from each Meng Po."

Qin Yunie thought about it carefully and then asked her to bring out all the materials.

After trying all the ingredients one by one, she rearranged the proportions and added some honey.

Meng Po put the entire pot of Meng Po soup into her spatial storage, then put it back into the pot according to the proportions Qin Yune had instructed, and then lit a large fire directly under the pot.

Qin Yunie: "..."

Fortunately, she had already seen even more outrageous things, so now she could remain calm and composed even when she saw them.

Then she saw Meng Po take the 1.8-meter-long spoon, which was much larger than Meng Po herself, and start cooking soup.