For the entire morning, Shech ate from one end of the street to the other, barely walking a short distance while his mouth never stopped.

Beyond the aroma of delicious food, the religious atmosphere here is also very strong, half in the mundane and half in the divine. Because faith and daily life are so well integrated, it is hard for people to call it superstition. Worshiping gods is just a part of their lives and does not require special treatment.

The two visited a proper temple, but unfortunately, photography was not allowed inside, so Shi Jinzhe only took two simple photos from the outside.

Sheh and others stood in front of the stall selling sea worm jelly, using the shade of a large banyan tree with its gnarled roots. "I like this city, it gives me a good feeling."

Shi Jinzhe sipped the juice from her hand to quench his thirst, "How good is it?"

"It's very comfortable. Faith is not everything. I've done my job in the ordinary without being negligent."

Shi Jinzhe: "Have you ever seen a place where faith is the only thing?"

Shekh glanced at him, really good at grasping the key points, "It's a place that just appeared in my memory."

The few fleeting images, though brief, depict a kneeling crowd, hands reaching out in supplication, and various mouths uttering wishes of all sizes, all in a chaotic and disorganized manner.

In her memory, the people who turned their backs to her were much more dependent on the gods than the people here, even to the point of being somewhat extreme. They had to ask for permission before doing anything, much like the cult that Shi Jin had shown her.

She emphasized, "Anyway, it's not very good; the atmosphere isn't as good as here."

Shi Jinzhe took out his phone, asking as he did so, "You like it here so much, would you like to live here?"

"You can come and stay, but I prefer my home." At home, there are her snakes, a large swimming pool, a big bed, and large floor-to-ceiling windows.

“You can come and stay every winter, it’s not so cold.” Shi Jinzhe made a phone call. “Find a suitable place for me here. I’m not in a rush, but preferably with high ceilings and away from the city…”

"No need, a hotel is fine." Shekh leaned closer to the receiver. "Take my advice, you can hang up now."

The assistant on the other end became mute, unsure of who to listen to, mainly because he didn't dare to hang up the phone.

Shi Jinzhe asked her, "Are you really not going? The hotel bed is too small. It's okay for a short stay, but it can't compare to home. If you stay there for a long time, you won't be able to move around properly, and that would be so cramped."

The assistant on the other end: ...

Is this something he can hear?

Is the hotel bed small? These are all rooms he booked, super large suites, two people sleeping on a three-meter bed and it's still small?

The assistant kowtowed, doubting his own understanding. This was enough to make four generations of a family sleep together.

He really couldn't understand his boss's life.

"No, we still have the castle to live in."

Schechner loved that castle and spent so much money, but he only stayed there for two days. What a pity.

Besides, if you buy too many houses, you won't be able to live in them all in a year. Are you planning to leave them empty for ghosts to live in?

"It's useless if I don't buy it."

"Then let me know if you want to buy it."

Shi Jinzhe hung up the phone, walked a few steps forward, and bought a serving of sea worm jelly.

Standing under the banyan tree, he scooped up a piece with a spoon, pressed the edge of the spoon to Shekh's lips, and said, "Wife first."

He really couldn't eat this stuff. Just looking at it reminded him of the earthworms that he used to eat children, and he had a phobia of these kinds of wriggling soft creatures.

Shekh tilted his head back and said, "If you eat, I'll eat."

Shi Jinzhe: "...Wasn't this what you wanted to try?"

"I won't forget you about this good thing; you should enjoy it."

Shi Jinzhe understood. Laoshan Snake Grass Water 2.0, she wanted to eat it, but in the end, he was the one who suffered.

He made a final struggle, like a dead fish being thrown into a pot, saying, "I'm afraid that after I'm done with you, you'll never want to kiss me again, and it won't be worth it."

"You can shut up and kiss me." Shekh snatched the spoon from Shi Jinzhai's hand. "I'll feed you myself, just a small bite. Just tell me if it tastes good, okay, darling?"

She put the lines she saw in the TV series that morning into practice. Shehe spoke slowly, pausing between each word, and drew out the "de" with a long, three-bend sound.

Good heavens...

Shi Jinzhe felt a chill run down his spine, and for some reason, he had the feeling that he was being forced to drink poison by the woman he loved most before he died, as if his death was being artificially accelerated.

She shouldn't try to act cute like others; it's too much. Shi Jinzhe feels like he's really going to die.

"Stop talking, I'll eat."

"I'll eat after you finish eating," Shekh promised, stirring the spoon in the small bowl a few times to coat it with sauce before feeding it to him.

The trembling, translucent cake, still containing the corpses of star worms, was close to his lips. Shekh comforted him, "It's dead now, it's alright."

Why don't you say that you were alive before you died?

Shekh was speechless. "...It's obvious you're really afraid to eat it; you're already talking nonsense."

"The sooner you die, the sooner you'll be reborn, hey."

Shi Jinzhe pinched her nose tightly, waiting for her to speed up the feeding process.

Prepare yourself mentally. Shi Jinzhe frowned, and just as he was about to eat, Sheh twisted his wrist and quickly put the food into his mouth.

Three seconds later, she pursed her lips, pointed to the ground, and gestured for Shi Jinzhe to quickly get her some paper.

Shi Jinzhe snapped out of his daze, immediately took a tissue and placed it in his palm so she could vomit.

He asked, "Is it because you're not over it psychologically, or is it because it doesn't taste good?"

"Heart."

When she bit through the translucent gelatinous substance and touched it between her teeth, she no longer wanted to eat it. The memory of eating children's earthworms was too deep, and she suddenly couldn't accept it now.

I don't know if it tastes good or not, but I couldn't resist eating it before I could even taste the flavor.

"Take this first." Sher pushed the small bowl to Shi Jinzhe, held the juice glass with both hands, and took two big gulps.

Shi Jinzhe threw away the trash, stared at the small bowl, glanced at Shehe, and then fed himself a bite.

Five seconds later, the couple stood under the tree and vomited together, then frantically flaunted the juice.

Players are too biased; they really can't handle this. No matter how unique it is, you can't force yourself to endure hardship.