"Stop fooling around, Xiao Wu!"
In a small bedroom, Meng Yi, wrapped in a blanket and half-asleep, forcefully pushed away the little light bulb that was trying to sneak into his bed.
After several rounds of tugging, he suddenly threw back the covers, his eyes no longer sleepy, and sighed helplessly.
"Don't you know you're freezing cold?"
The two little light bulbs wobbled and began to play dumb.
Meng Yi had no choice but to get up quickly. What else could he do but beat up Xiao Wu?
I can't bear to part with it.
He started getting dressed while yawning, then went to the cramped bathroom to continue brushing his teeth and washing his face.
Strictly speaking, as a righteous god who wields multiple powers, he has no need to sleep or wash his face, but he likes this feeling.
Relatively speaking, this is a kind of relaxation.
Glug glug glug glug~ Ptooey!
He spat out the last of his mouthwash, looked up at himself in the mirror, and smoothed his hair.
Not bad, he looks like a decent person.
He nodded in satisfaction, then beckoned to the little light bulb that had been hovering around him and asked earnestly:
"Can you check if Cen Qiyun has cooked?"
The light bulb paused for a moment, then swayed up and down, as if nodding.
Meng Yi grinned, immediately went out, and strolled over to the opposite door.
That's right, Cen Qiyun's residence is right next door, and his small "new home" was also left there by Cen Qiyun.
As for his original large house, it has long been allocated to other believers.
The holy city is now experiencing a surge in population, forcing a reduction in the average living space per person.
It has to be Xiao Cen, otherwise I almost wouldn't have a place to stay... Ning Xingxiu and these guys don't care about their superiors at all, damn it, do they even know how to be officials?
Moreover, once I got back, I didn't have to eat cold food anymore, and I didn't have to make do with photosynthesis.
This is what it feels like to "come home".
Meng Yi thought to himself in a good mood, and reached out to touch the small light bulb.
Unfortunately... Xiao Wu doesn't have a fluffy feel.
As he approached the opposite side, the door clicked open by itself.
"This was made by Xiaowu, not by me."
He shouted loudly in advance, silencing Cen Qiyun's angry question and ignoring Xiao Wu's dissatisfaction.
The little light bulb started poking his back repeatedly.
What should we eat for breakfast this morning?
He moved with remarkable ease through stacks of books, arriving at the dining table, and at the same time greeted Shang Shuyan, who was at her desk flipping through documents and constantly typing on the keyboard:
"Good morning, but Sister Shuyan, you should replenish your medicine first, your foot is half melted."
Shang Shuyan waved her hand without even looking up, acknowledging his greeting, and then said loudly, "Xiao Cen, take your medicine!"
Cen Qiyun unscrewed a bottle of medicine, tilted her head back, and drank it down.
As the hazy ribbon connecting the two began to glow faintly, Shang Shuyan's legs, which seemed to be melting, slowly began to recover.
Immediately afterwards, Cen Qiyun brought over breakfast in a huff, sighing:
"Meng Yi, you're so annoying! Ever since you came back, I've been working part-time as a cook for a whole week!"
"If this continues, my Lord will eventually grant me a path to becoming a chef."
That's something I could consider.
Meng Yi picked up his chopsticks, shook them slightly, and said with a grin:
"I'm only giving you a chance to relax because I see you're busy compiling textbooks every day and I'm worried that you're overworking your brain."
I had good intentions, okay?
"You see, Sister Shuyan is always busy."
Shang Shuyan cooperated by shaking her wrist.
As they talked, Meng Yi began to eat heartily.
Hmm... Cen's cooking skills are pretty good.
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