"Huh? It's that cult again?"
Lu Wu frowned.
My daily question is: why hasn't the Xi Jinping cult been eradicated yet?
And that cult leader, he's started a cult, isn't he afraid of getting struck by lightning when he goes out?
Anyway, she would never be the leader of a cult that would be struck by lightning.
As usual, just skip it.
The next photo in the news, showing Lu Wu setting up a stall at the entrance of the Tiandi Casino, was naturally missed by Lu Wu as well.
By the end, Lu Wu had dark circles under her eyes.
Urged on by Huo Huo, she finally put down Yi Jie Tong and went to sleep.
Waking up in the morning, it's a new day.
Lu Wu, wielding her wind-cutting technique to process ingredients, lay on a recliner, basking in the winter sun.
It's so warm and cozy, I feel sleepy.
"Young friend Lu."
Someone knocked on the door; it was Cang Heguang.
Upon entering, I was immediately struck by the chaotic dance of ingredients, which brought to mind yesterday's conversation.
He hesitated slightly in his steps.
"Lord of the City, what brings you here?"
Compared to last night, Lu Wu was much more enthusiastic this time.
After all, who would believe that this handsome and elegant city lord is the same sleazy old man who tried to pick up girls with clumsy conversation last night?
"Well, I've come to see if there's anything here that needs to be added."
Cang Heguang felt guilty; this was just an excuse.
He knew Lu Wu was preparing ingredients and wondered if he could come over and have a meal.
Have you had lunch?
Lu Wu beckoned Cang He Guang to come in.
There was a soup base she had prepared in the kitchen. After Cang and Guang shook their heads, she put some skewers into the soup base.
"Then, Lord City Lord, please wait a moment. You can try the skewers I made."
"I've also prepared the portion for the evil dragon."
Pointing to the large basin, Lu Wu still maintained a strong sense of contractual obligation, offering a generous portion to satisfy all hunger.
Cang He Guang nodded outwardly, but as he looked at the portion belonging to the evil dragon, he began to ponder his own scheme.
I've already given what I promised the evil dragon, so can I keep this portion for myself today?
There's so much food, we'll be stuffed!
Cang Heguang subtly touched the corner of his mouth.
No saliva, just waiting to be fed.
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