How could Jing Li not know what dual cultivation meant? He opened his mouth and met Ayi's gaze. Both of them felt a little embarrassed.

Ayi is shy by nature, and he...thought of something embarrassing.

"Let's get another one," Ayi put the book back as if it were burning, looking a little flustered. "Look again, there should be another one."

But they didn't find it.

Most of the supernatural books that can be found in bookstores were written by scholars, and they all depict the love between monsters and mortals. It is difficult to find stories written from the perspective of monsters.

That book "Monster Records"... seems to be the only one that meets Jing Li's requirements.

Jing Li hesitated for a long time, but finally bought the book.

There is more than one way to practice, maybe you can find something else from it.

"Keep it a secret for me and don't tell Qin Zhao about this." Jing Li said to Ayi, his expression was rarely serious.

Ayi blushed and nodded.

The two drove the ox cart back to Linxi Village. When they opened the gate, Qin Zhao was sitting on a bamboo chair in the yard.

Hearing the door open, Qin Zhao put down his book and looked over: "You're back, are you tired?"

"No, not tired." Jing Li grinned at him, holding a small vegetable basket in his hand.

The vegetables sold in the town are rarely sold out. There are always some left that are damaged during transportation. As long as they do not affect the edible properties, Jing Li will take them back and share half with Ayi and take them home.

Jing Li walked into the yard and subconsciously hid the basket full of vegetables behind him as he walked.

Qin Zhao raised his eyebrows slightly.

His little fish will never hide his inner feelings.

What bad thing had she done to hide it from him?

Qin Zhao remained calm and lowered his eyes.

Jing Li walked quickly across the stone bridge in the courtyard. As he passed Qin Zhao, he heard the latter say leisurely, "It seems there are quite a few vegetables left today. What are they? Let me see."

Jing Li: “!!!”

Jing Li took a half step back, holding the vegetable basket behind him: "No, nothing, these are not leftovers, I just picked them from the vegetable garden."

Qin Zhao extended his hand towards him and said gently, "Then let me see what you want to eat today."

Jing Li didn't move.

He and Qin Zhao stared at each other for a moment. The latter's eyes were gentle, yet it was impossible to disobey him. Jing Li was helpless and defeated. He pursed his lips and reluctantly handed the basket over under the other's gaze.

Qin Zhao took in all of Jing Li's reactions. He suppressed the smile in his eyes and casually reached out to fiddle with the vegetable basket.

Jing Li was so nervous that he almost stopped breathing.

"Eating radishes again?" Qin Zhao seemed not to notice Jing Li's reaction and said slowly, "There are still a lot of leftovers from the past two days. They are all piled up in the kitchen. Have you forgotten?"

"Ah?" Jing Li was a little dazed and whispered, "I, I don't know..."

Jing Li's cooking skills were really not good. After Qin Zhao tried it once, he never allowed him to enter the kitchen again, so he had no idea what dishes were left at home.

Qin Zhao said, "That's fine. I heard the village chief's wife is very good at pickling vegetables. I'll go find her and learn how to make some pickled radishes tomorrow."

Jing Li was absent-minded: "Okay..."

Qin Zhao smiled softly, stopped teasing him, and threw the radish back into the basket: "Go change your clothes and rest for a while, then it's time for lunch."