"Um, please don't take offense, but I feel like Yu Lin's behavior is a bit off today..."
Sheng Zhicheng lowered his voice as much as possible, reminding Nan Xian in what he considered the most tactful way.
"But this is the first time I've met him. Maybe I'm just seeing things and overthinking it."
Nan Xian gave a meaningful "Oh" and smiled, "I'm on his team, I'll be more careful."
Sheng Zhicheng knew he wasn't familiar with Nan Xian, and fearing that further discussion might be considered gossipy, he didn't continue the topic and instead asked about something else.
During their conversation, the group soon arrived at the village chief's house.
Wei Zeling and He Mingxiao had arrived. The atmosphere between them was subtle. The former had her arms crossed and looked sullen, while the latter sat leisurely to the side with a laptop on her crossed knees. Her fingers tapped on the keyboard from time to time, as if she was dealing with something.
Upon seeing him, Diao Yu briefly shifted his attention away from Nan Xian. He subtly scrutinized He Mingxiao from head to toe, his expression twisted with undisguised jealousy.
This is the man who made Lord Red Fox suffer for him for two lifetimes. What has he done to deserve this?
Hmph, all he has is a pretty face.
With his mortal body, I could crush him with just one of my little fingers!
Once the adult regains his memory and removes the curse from his body, we must find an opportunity to get rid of him! And this time, we must eliminate him completely! We must not allow him to have another chance to be reincarnated as a human!
Thinking of this, his ferocious expression softened slightly, and a smug smile returned to his lips as he looked down at He Mingxiao with disdain.
He Mingxiao seemed to sense something, stopped typing, and looked up.
His gaze locked onto Nan Xian at the back of the crowd. His eyes lit up instantly, and he subconsciously stood up, but then suddenly remembered something, and the light in his eyes dimmed abruptly. He sat back down silently, his dim eyes lingering on her with reluctance.
Nan Xian pretended not to notice the unusually intense gaze and chose a seat furthest away from He Mingxiao.
Diao Yu naturally sat down next to her. As soon as he sat down, he attentively served tea and water, carefully handing them to Nan Xian.
Nan Xian glanced at him and accepted the answer.
Seeing that she drank the tea without any suspicion, Diao Yu blinked and felt a little relieved—perhaps she was just overthinking it. The adult in this life was not fully aware of her surroundings and should not have regained her ability to see clearly yet.
Having convinced himself of this, he finally relaxed and was able to free his mind to observe his surroundings.
Before long, the meal was ready.
The people of Buxian Village love spicy food, and their most famous dish is hot pot. A steaming pot is brought to the table, surrounded by a ring of extremely fresh tripe, duck intestines, beef, and mutton. You dip the meat in the bubbling red chili oil broth, then dip it in a special sauce. The multiple aromas envelop you, the tripe is crisp and tender, the duck intestines are chewy and springy, and the beef and mutton are so tender they dance on your tongue. It's so delicious that you can't help but stomp your feet under the table.
Diao Yu found it tasteless and bland.
His parents were both powerful demons. While he was in the womb, he absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and was nourished by various rare and precious materials. He was born at the Foundation Establishment stage and no longer needed to eat any grains.
To him, all earthly food was impure and not only detrimental to his spiritual practice, but it would also increase the burden on his body, making it unclean and impure.
However, most earthly foods are not only tempting in appearance, but also delicious in color, aroma and taste. In order to avoid being tempted, he had long since stripped himself of his sense of taste, so even if a Manchu Han Imperial Feast was placed in front of him, he could not muster any interest.
Ha, it's not as useful as taking a breath of spiritual energy... uh?
The last sound came when he saw a pair of chopsticks that didn't belong to him suddenly appear in his bowl.
Nan Xian put a few slices of cilantro and beef into his bowl, tilted her head, and asked with a smile, "Didn't you keep saying you wanted to eat hot pot? Why aren't you eating it now that it's right in front of you?"
Dazzled by the smile, Diao Yu quickly picked up her chopsticks, "I'll eat! I'll eat!"
In order not to disappoint Nan Xian, Diao Yu quickly finished the food that Nan Xian had put on her plate, and then, against her conscience, showed her the empty bowl.
"tasty!"
The hot pot steamed and filled the air, and the atmosphere at the dinner table was lively with conversation. He didn't notice that the nightingale brooch on his lapel was flashing anxiously.
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