Chapter 93: Peeling Shrimp Life is short, say what you want to say as soon as possible...

After they finished cleaning up, Chang Xile asked Anping, "Shall we take a taxi and find a place to eat?"

Anping looked up in confusion: "Taxi?"

When Dream Dream Garden was first selected, its location was carefully considered, considering the surrounding environment and the safety and privacy requirements of its target audience. It was chosen near a scenic natural area west of the mountain city. While taxis from the city center are readily available, getting there from the city center can be time-consuming. Therefore, most residents choose to drive.

Chang Xile tried to place a taxi request online, but no one accepted the order after a long time.

"Then how do you usually travel, or do you have the ability to teleport?" Chang Xile recalled the two times that Wessel took her back and forth between the foot of Changle Mountain and the school, and she was still frightened by the nausea caused by the fast speed of movement.

"My magic power is unstable right now, so I can't teleport." Anping shook his head. He asked, "Do you have a driver's license?"

"Yes, I took it right after the college entrance exam. You have no idea how grueling that road test is..." Chang Xile said as he came to his senses and asked, "What's wrong?"

Anping thought for a moment, then snapped his fingers, and the drawer of the small cabinet next to the sofa on the first floor opened automatically. The next second, a key appeared in his hand.

He handed it to Chang Xile and said, "The car is parked in the garage behind the garden."

Chang Xile stood at the garage door, looking at the brand new snow-blue car inside, and sighed, "You actually bought a car? Do you have a driver's license?"

Anping shook his head: "No."

"So how do you usually drive? Do you hire a designated driver? Do you hire a driver?"

“It’s not usually open.”

Chang Xile looked at him for a while, then asked with a smile, "Then why do you want to buy a car?"

Anping blinked and said innocently, "Shouldn't there be a car in the garage?"

Chang Xile was silent for a moment. He wanted to tell Anping that this world was not a large-scale idle game, but he thought that he might not have played video games before.

...I don’t know for a moment whether this is the thinking unique to cats or the thinking of rich people.

It could also be the thinking of a rich cat.

"Okay...ok! I'll drive. I drive very steadily. My dad often praises me for my good driving skills. I drive like a seasoned driver!" Chang Xile took the car keys, glanced at the logo on the keys, and suddenly stopped.

She doesn't recognize many car brands and is not very sensitive to the logos on passing cars.

But because of the nice color of this car, Chang Xile took a rare careful look at it when watching the TV commercial, and even remembered its brand name - Qunqing Culture.

As a result, Chang Xile was rarely interested in buying a car, and after hearing the price, he decided to forget about it.

She recalled the number of zeros after the number in the advertisement, took a deep breath, and said to Anping with an effortless smile, "I've only had my driver's license for less than six months, and I've only driven the old car our family used for transportation in the early years. It's not—not too safe for me to drive this car."

Anping comforted her: "Drive slowly, I will protect you from getting hurt."

Chang Xile: I’m afraid of getting damaged in the car!!

But Chang Xile still took the driver's seat, while Anping fastened his seatbelt in the passenger seat.

Chang Xile told himself - it doesn't matter, cars are bought to be driven, not to be placed in the garage - while starting the car and slowly driving away from Jingmeng Garden.

She found a restaurant along the way and planned to park the car and go in to eat with Anping, but she had trouble parking the car parallel to the road.

Without the points set by the driving school, and considering that this was an operation that required constant adjustment of the steering wheel while the car was moving, Chang Xile was afraid that he would ruin the appearance of the car in one go, and he tried to reverse the car several times but failed.

Finally, Anping sighed and asked Chang Xile to release the steering wheel and brake. Chang Xile let go of the steering wheel and brake with suspicion, and the steering wheel actually moved on its own, and then the car parked easily into the parking space.

As they entered the restaurant, Chang Xile was still lost in thought. Anping looked at her with some concern and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Tell me, does the way you operated the vehicle just now count as driving without a license?" Chang Xile unconsciously tangled her hair in her fingertips, which was a sign of her confusion.

She hadn't driven in a long time, and the first time she got behind the wheel, painful memories of her early driving training immediately flooded back. The rules she had memorized for Sections 1 and 4 were still fresh in her mind, and she couldn't help but ponder each and every one of them, then fell into a vicious circle, unable to figure out the answer.

Anping looked at her in silence for a moment, then, for the first time ever, reached out and pinched her left cheek. He asked, "Well, does Country C have any laws regarding cats?"

It seems that there really isn't one.

Chang Xile suddenly realized.

As a child, Chang Xile also struggled with homework. Anping would sometimes lie by her desk and watch her work. The little girl would often get stuck in a mental loop over a strange little question, dwelling on that particular point for ages. Anping watched her tug at her hair in agony, and he tried to speak several times, but ultimately held back.

She had to hold it in, otherwise she would probably be troubled for a whole year wondering "How can a cat speak human language?!"

But now, Anping was finally able to say what he had always wanted to say. He reached out and caught a strand of black hair that fell in the air, and reminded her, "Don't pull your hair when you can't figure it out. It will cause hair loss."

As a female college student who likes to stay up late, Chang Xile occasionally names the hair that falls on her desk when she picks it up, and then mourns the departure of "Tommy", "Annie" and "Jane" with regret.

She felt hurt and said sadly, "What are you talking about! Don't you ever shed hair? You are really terrible, you are terrible."

After saying that, she strode towards the reserved box, leaving Anping standing there.

An Ping was stunned. He was reminding her, so why was she angry? An Ping was a little confused.

A couple in their thirties or forties were about to leave when they heard the quarrel between Chang Xile and Anping, and smiled at each other.

"Young man, you can't talk to the person you like like that. If you want to praise them, you have to be more direct." The woman couldn't help but remind Anping when she remembered how her husband would get so frustrated every time he said something wrong and tried to appease her.

Anping seemed to be thinking about something. He bowed to the two of them and then chased in the direction Chang Xile left.

The couple smiled at each other, lamenting the immaturity of young people's emotions.

There are sixty instants in a snap of the fingers, and nine hundred births and deaths in one instant.

Life is short, so if you want to say something, you should say it as soon as possible.

The melodious sound of violin came from the corridor. Outside the window was a beautiful lake with people boating on the lake. It was a beautiful and peaceful scene. Chang Xile held up his face and looked downstairs, not looking very happy.

After the waiter served the dishes, he was about to introduce the dishes, but when he sensed the subtle atmosphere between Chang Xile and Anping, he tactfully withdrew quietly.

Anping didn't say anything for a while. Chang Xile saw from the corner of her eye that he lowered his head and had already picked up the chopsticks, which made her feel even worse.

It wasn't that she forbade Anping from eating. It was just that she hadn't eaten anything since last night, and she was hungry, but because of her temper, she was too embarrassed to pick up her chopsticks.

A certain cat acted as if nothing had happened, it was really carefree!

After a while, he gently touched Chang Xile's arm.

Chang Xile turned around and saw Anping pushing a white porcelain plate in front of her. The plate was filled with shrimp meat that he had peeled and neatly arranged on the plate, but he had never eaten a single bite.

"I didn't finish what I was saying just now." He looked into her eyes tenderly and said softly, "Your hair is as thick as clouds and as black as ink. It would be a pity if such beautiful hair were pulled out for no reason."

Chang Xile was stunned for a moment, and immediately felt her cheeks getting hot. She turned away and whispered, "Then I'll reluctantly forgive you."

"Are you hungry?" Anping, wearing gloves, picked up a piece of shrimp and fed it to Chang Xile's mouth. "Try it? This family's seafood is very delicious."

Chang Xile glanced at his palm, and recalled the time she used to feed a cat with her hands. She muttered to herself, "I'm not a cat." Then Chang Xile picked up her chopsticks, pushed the shrimp dish to the center, and said, "You eat too."

Chang Xile seldom ate with Anping. As they ate, she began to observe him and after a while she couldn't help laughing.

As expected, he was still the same little white cat from back then, very picky about food. He would discard seafood if it was even slightly stale, and would only eat the tenderest part of the fish. The only difference from before was that he placed all the things he considered the best on a plate and handed them to Chang Xile.

"Just now you mentioned that when you were a child you worshipped Lady Xiaoyu as your adoptive mother, and that reminded me of something." Anping suddenly said when they were almost done eating.

Chang Xile took a sip of water and raised his hand to signal, "You go ahead."

"Remember the last time we encountered the fox, there was a sudden thunderstorm?" An Ping continued. "At the time, I thought it was a coincidence, but later I checked and found that the only lightning that struck was in the Changle Mountain area of ​​the mountain city."

"There are strange weather phenomena in some areas. It can't be that someone or an animal is really going to ascend to heaven, right?" Chang Xile had read some fantasy novels in junior high and high school, but when she later heard Yang Guisi recount the scene at that time, the purple lightning rolling in the clouds only lasted for about half an hour before disappearing. It didn't seem like a so-called thunder disaster.

"I think maybe God is angry." An Ping looked at the faint wound on Chang Xile's cheek again.

"You mean Lady Laughter?" Chang Xile felt that this speculation was a bit presumptuous. "But I heard that for mortal children like us who take immortals as our adoptive parents, the care we receive will weaken as we age, and at most, it will only last until we reach adulthood. For example, I have been slowly encountering many supernatural events again this year."

Just like many families abroad, they will completely let go of their children after they turn 18 and become adults, requiring them to be self-reliant, and they may not even leave any housing for their children at home.

God has many children, and it is impossible for Him to protect them from the wind and rain for their entire lives.

Empress Xiaoyu has actually protected little Chang Xile very well. If it weren't for the experiences of the past two months, Chang Xile would have almost thought that those bizarre memories of his childhood were just a dream.

Chang Xile knows that God is always busy, and she doesn't ask for more. She's truly, truly happy to have lived a stable life during her youth, free from the harassment of ghosts and spirits, allowing her to study and attend a relatively ideal university.

"That's not bad." Thinking of the people he had met in the past few months—Yang Guisi, Dai Shanyan, Yang Shu, Xie Wuya... and Anping, Chang Xile smiled and said, "I'm actually very happy to meet you."

"Giving you space to grow after you become an adult doesn't mean we'll cut off contact with you." An Ping shook his head and said confidently, "At least that's how Empress Xiaoyu feels."

"Mrs. Xiaoyu remembers every one of her children, even when they are grown up or even very old," Anping told Chang Xile, "and no mother would watch her child being hurt so casually and remain indifferent."

Chang Xile was speechless for a moment. She recalled the first time she went up Changle Mountain, after she had separated from Anping and Yang Guisi, and had seen the statue in that dilapidated Taoist temple.

At that time, Lady Xiaoyu had guided her on the way forward.

"When I have the ability, I must make a golden statue for her!" Chang Xile made up his mind again.

She stood up and said, "Let's go, it's almost time for me to meet my friends."

When she drove into the city, the traffic was heavier, so Chang Xile stopped chatting with Anping and focused on driving. She didn't notice that Anping hadn't spoken for a long time.

To be fair, her driving skills were quite good, and she had no major problems along the way, and she managed to keep her beautiful car from getting damaged. Chang Xile finally breathed a sigh of relief after she pulled into a parking lot near Shancheng University and reversed into a parking space with some difficulty.

She pulled the handbrake, turned off the engine, then raised her palm to look at it, which even had a thin layer of sweat on it.

"Hey, I wasn't this nervous when I drove on the highway with my dad for the first time." Chang Xile spread out his hands to show Anping, but there was no one in his sight.

She was stunned for a moment, then heard a "meow" and looked down to see the lion cat lying on the passenger seat.

"The time it takes for you to transform into a human is too unstable." Chang Xile touched its head and thought to himself that it was a good thing that he didn't take Anping to take a taxi. If the driver saw the living cat in the back seat, he would probably be shocked and there would be another urban strange story in Shancheng City.

When she got out of the car holding the lion cat, the people at the security booth looked at her a few more times and then looked at the direction where she parked.

Because the car Chang Xile was driving was quite valuable, and he had experienced several difficulties in reversing it just now, he had paid extra attention.

"Why do I remember there was a man sitting in the passenger seat?" the security guard muttered, wondering if he was exhausted from working the night shift a few days ago.