Chapter 227 Why does it smell like the offerings have been gnawed by ghosts?

This time, Tongtong truly felt a warmth similar to that of sunshine, and comfortably squinted her eyes.

"Your sister has found your mother." Shen Yuepo's voice was softer than usual.

"However, Mom has something very important to do right now and will have to wait a while before she can see Tongtong."

"Tongtong, stay with your sister and be a good girl. When Mommy is done with her work, your sister will take you to find Mommy, okay?"

"Really?" Tongtong's eyes instantly lit up like stars, and a smile bloomed on her little face.

"Okay! Tongtong, be good, Tongtong will wait for Mommy!"

Shen Yuepo took his hand and led him to sit down on the sofa in the reception area.

"Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?"

Shen Yuepo pointed to the various exquisite pastries and hot drinks that Lu Jin had bought.

She remembered that the child's gaze had lingered there when he came in.

Tongtong nodded vigorously, her voice tinged with a hint of trepidation, "Yes! Tongtong wants to eat that round, golden one!"

He was referring to egg tarts.

"good."

Shen Yuepo responded, his gaze sweeping over the dazzling array of drinks before finally settling on a hot milk tea labeled "Taro Boba".

She picked up the cup of milk tea and naturally placed it in Feng Jin's hand beside her.

Then, she looked at Tongtong, who was staring longingly at the egg tarts, and said gently, "You can eat anything on the table."

As soon as she finished speaking, she drew a short rune in the air above the coffee table.

The runes cast a soft glow, gently covering the food.

This talisman grants the temporary ability for spirits to come into contact with and consume food.

Although it is essentially still absorbing the gas from food, the touch and experience are no different for Tongtong than when she was alive.

Tongtong tentatively reached out her little hand and carefully took the egg tart, feeling the warm touch of the flaky crust on her fingertips.

He exclaimed "Wow!" in surprise, immediately picked up the egg tart with both hands, and began to eat it in small bites, his cheeks puffing out and his eyes crinkling.

Shen Yuepo sat to the side, watching his innocent eating, a trace of pity flashing in her eyes.

Just then, a cup of milk tea with a straw was handed to her.

Shen Yuepo looked up and saw Feng Jin.

She paused slightly, then shook her head, her voice soft and gentle: "This was saved for you. I had it at the Xiao family's before and thought it was quite delicious. I was thinking of taking you to try it when you woke up, but I was busy and forgot."

Upon hearing this, Feng Jin's eyes flashed with a hint of a smile as he slowly took a sip.

Looking at his calm and composed expression, Shen Yuepo couldn't help but frown: "...Isn't it good?"

Feng Jin held the milk tea to her lips, the smile still lingering in his eyes, and said softly, "The taste is a little strange."

Shen Yuepo glanced at it suspiciously; this shouldn't be the case.

It was just delivered not long ago, so it shouldn't have spoiled.

Without thinking too much, she lowered her head slightly and took a small sip, following his gesture.

The sweet aroma of taro paste and its chewy texture instantly fill the mouth, allowing you to relax your tense nerves for a moment.

"Are you happier now?" Feng Jin asked, his gaze falling on her slightly trembling eyelashes.

Shen Yuepo's heart softened suddenly. The oppression and frustration she had felt earlier melted away silently under the warmth and sweetness of the food.

He had figured it out.

He didn't really think the taste was strange; he just wanted to find the most natural excuse to temporarily pull her out of those tragic stories.

The unspoken understanding between the two, in the hospital room filled with the aroma of food, created a strange yet inexplicably harmonious scene.

The only one who felt the painting was "too much" was Lu Jin, who was huddled in another corner of the sofa, trying her best to minimize her presence.

He couldn't see Tongtong, but he could see Shen Yuepo speaking softly to the air and drawing talismans in mid-air.

What followed was the dog food that Shen Yuepo and Feng Jin fed him, which made him both scared and heartbroken.

He could only clutch his phone tightly, praying frantically in his heart:

Master Lin! Brother Lin! Immortal Lin! Please come quickly! Take my sister away and bring me along too! I really can't stand this place, this scene, for even a minute longer!

Time passed little by little.

The "ding-dong" sound of the elevator doors opening was particularly clear in the quiet corridor.

Then came two deliberately soft but still hurried footsteps, approaching from afar and finally stopping at the door of ward 808.

The door was pushed open, bringing with it the cool, damp air of the rainy night outside.

Lin Yanxin was the first to peek in. He was wearing a wrinkled hoodie and his hair was a little messy.

Following closely behind was Zhang Qingyuan, whose clothes were more neatly arranged than Lin Yanxin's.

Lin Yanxin scanned the ward, and the first thing that caught her eye was that on the sofa in the outer room, Shen Yuepo was leaning against Feng Jin's chest, breathing evenly, obviously asleep.

Feng Jin held her loosely with one arm, while holding his phone in the other, seemingly looking at something.

The coffee table in front of them was piled high with all sorts of exquisite pastries and hot drinks.

This scene instantly ignited Lin Yanxin's lingering sleepiness and resentment at being forced to work overtime.

He rushed over in a few strides, disregarding his fear of Feng Jin, and reached out to pat Chen Yuepo's shoulder, shouting in a low voice:

"Little Moon! Hey! Wake up! You... dragged your senior brother out of his warm bed in the middle of the night, while you were sleeping soundly here!"

His gaze then fell upon the various snacks and hot drinks piled on the coffee table, and he pointed at them with even greater indignation:

"Look! Look! There's food and drink to eat! Life is much better than in the temple!"

The more he talked, the more he felt cheated, and then he caught sight of the egg tart that looked crispy and tempting.

Without thinking, he grabbed it and took a big bite, as if he wanted to eat back the loss from running this midnight errand.

"Senior brother, this is..." Shen Yuepo was woken up by him and had just opened his eyes to speak when it was too late to stop him.

The next second—

"Ptooey! Ptooey, ptooey!"

Lin Yanxin's expression changed drastically, and she suddenly spat out the whole egg tart she was eating.

His face was scrunched up, as if he had swallowed a handful of incense ash mixed with expired oil, and he also carried a faint, icy aura.

"Cough cough... What, what is this thing?! Why does it smell like offerings that have been gnawed by ghosts?!"

Shen Yuepo rubbed his temples, fully waking up from his boisterous commotion.

Instead of answering directly, she raised her hand and pointed lightly to the other side of the sofa, to the corner slightly obscured by Feng Jin's figure.

Lin Yanxin followed the direction she pointed and peered over in confusion.

There was a little boy in a hospital gown, his face pale, curled up in the corner of the sofa, fast asleep, clutching a half-eaten egg tart, his little mouth smacking unconsciously.

Lin Yanxin gasped, her eyes widening in shock.

His finger trembled as he pointed at Tongtong, then abruptly turned back to look at Chen Yuepo, his voice cracking:

"Chen Yuepo! You, you, you! You and the Emperor...you're moving way too fast! It's only been a few days, and the child is already so big?!"

Shen Yuepo: "..."

She couldn't even be bothered to roll her eyes.

Zhang Qingyuan couldn't bear to watch any longer and stepped forward, saying gently, "Fellow Daoist Lin, calm down."

“We have only been separated from Fellow Daoist Shen and the Emperor for two or three days, so this is absolutely impossible. Judging from this young friend’s aura, he should be a young spirit lingering in the mortal realm, not a living being.”

Lin Yanxin was prompted by Zhang Qingyuan to take a closer look and realized that Tongtong's soul was not as vibrant as that of a living child.

He slapped his forehead and chuckled sheepishly, "Oh dear! I was so sleepy! I got confused because I was worried!"

The laughter quickly subsided under Feng Jin's indifferent gaze, and he coughed twice to cover his embarrassment.