"Hmm..." Chu Changliu was completely stunned when his pupils refocused.
His face still had a lingering flush, and his eyebrows held a hint of spring.
Fortunately, Zhou Ping was quite restrained. Considering that the two of them had to go out the next day, he only teased him twice before gently embracing him and falling asleep.
As dawn broke, Chu Changliu opened his eyes and met Zhou Ping's gaze.
"It's still early, why don't you sleep a little longer?" Zhou Ping gently patted his back.
Chu Changliu narrowed his eyes, his voice heavy with weariness as he asked, "What time is it now?"
Zhou Ping checked the time: "5:40 AM."
"Oh..." Chu Changliu yawned, lazily stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Zhou Ping's waist, nuzzling against his neck. "Then shall we go to Third Uncle's for a meal first, and then go find Lin Qiye and the others?"
"I wonder how 019 has been doing lately?" I wonder how well 019 has completed his mission.
As for the 100 million reward, that was just to fool Chu Changliu when he hadn't regained his memories.
Whether 019 can come up with that much money is another matter.
However, Chu Changliu wasn't short of money. Even if he couldn't come up with 019, he wouldn't make things difficult for this stupid system.
"While you were asleep these past two days, Ye Fan and I had a brief conversation. Qi Ye is about to become the Commander-in-Chief of the Night Watch, and Ye Fan is retiring," Zhou Ping said.
The two of them weren't sleepy at all. They had woken up early and didn't want to get up, so they started chatting.
Chu Changliu rested his head on Zhou Ping's arm and nodded slightly. "No wonder he had time to help us with the shop. It turns out he's not busy."
“Yes, a lot has happened since we left. The Nightfall Squad has grown up and they are now capable of standing on their own.” Zhou Ping said, as if he had suddenly remembered something, “Si Xiaonan became a god after I killed Loki.”
This was expected. Chu Changliu was puzzled after hearing this. "They've contacted you?"
Zhou Ping smiled at him, "Yeah, I just got a phone call from Leng Xuan. They're getting married..."
Chu Changliu was taken aback when he heard this. He hadn't expected that Si Xiaonan and Leng Xuan would be the first among their group to get married.
"What about Qi Ye and An Qingyu...?" Chu Changliu coughed twice. "Qi Ye and Jia Lan, An Qingyu and Jiang Er, I think they're a good match."
"I don't know, but it should be soon, right?" Zhou Ping said uncertainly. "I'll find out when I go to see Qi Ye and the others today."
“That’s right. When is Leng Xuan and Xiao Nan’s wedding? We should prepare some wedding gifts, right?” Chu Changliu secretly rejoiced that he had brought a lot of things with him when he came from the God Realm, which would be perfect as wedding gifts.
Zhou Ping gave a soft "hmm". After talking for a while, it was already 6:30 in the morning. Zhou Ping glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table and then propped himself up on one hand to sit up in bed.
He grabbed a shirt that was lying on the side of the bed and started putting it on.
Seeing that he had gotten up, Chu Changliu stopped lying down. He touched his long black hair and said while putting on his shirt, "Let's go to my third uncle's place for breakfast first, then go to the barbershop. My hair is too long and needs a trim, and then we'll go find Lin Qiye and the others."
After he finished dressing, he casually grabbed a hairband and tied his hair into a high ponytail.
Zhou Ping quickly finished getting ready, handed out the toothbrush with toothpaste already squeezed out, and then washed his face.
Chu Changliu naturally took it and began to wash up.
After the two finished packing, they left one after the other. Before leaving, Zhou Ping glanced at the empty refrigerator and kitchen, silently planning to go to the supermarket to buy some groceries when he came back.
When they arrived at the local restaurant, Third Uncle had just opened the door and hung a wooden sign that read "Open for Business." Seeing Zhou Ping and Chu Changliu approaching, Third Uncle waved to them.
"You've come all this way so early in the morning, are you just hoping to freeload a meal?" Third Uncle said bluntly.
Chu Changliu smiled and went over to massage his shoulders, saying obsequiously, "How could that be? We're here to help!"
Third Uncle chuckled, "What can I help with?"
"Help me make breakfast! Make enough for the three of us!" Chu Changliu said ingratiatingly. "Zhou Ping said his cooking skills have improved a lot, and he was just about to show off his skills to you, Third Uncle!"
Third Uncle looked surprised. "You guys actually learn this while working outside?"
Zhou Ping, who had never mentioned that his cooking skills had improved significantly, braced himself and faced the challenge under Chu Changliu's gaze, "Um... I haven't learned it, but it should have improved..."
He remained as sincere as ever, answering truthfully, and didn't feel that his cooking skills had improved, using the word "should".
Uncle Zhou looked at Zhou Ping suspiciously and asked tentatively, "So Uncle Zhou is in for a treat today?"
"Of course I can do it, I'll do it!" Chu Changliu patted his chest and pressed his third uncle down to sit on the stool.
Upon hearing that Chu Changliu was about to make a move, the third uncle became somewhat uneasy.
"Xiao Yan, what you just said sounds like Zhou Ping's cooking skills have improved a lot..." No, it wasn't you. Are you really going to cook?
Uncle San was a little scared. He glanced at his shop and secretly wondered if he could open for business today.
Chu Changliu said confidently, "I will, you guys just wait and eat!"
He pressed Zhou Ping back down onto the stool, then turned and went into the kitchen.
Zhou Ping:......
He was sweating profusely; shouldn't he be the one doing it?
Zhou Ping and his third uncle exchanged a glance, both of them noticing the distrust in each other's eyes.
Third Uncle gestured to Zhou Ping with his eyes, "What are you all standing there for? Don't you usually cook at home? Go and help out..."
Seeing his third uncle's solemn expression, Zhou Ping pursed his lips, nodded emphatically, and strode into the kitchen.
After Zhou Ping left, Third Uncle quickly flipped over the wooden sign in front of the local restaurant that read "Open for Business." The back of the sign had the words "Closed Today" engraved on it.
Third Uncle originally thought he was going to have to eat some terrible food today.
But when Zhou Ping brought over two plates of food, his eyes widened in surprise.
A plate of fish slices, thin as cicada wings and crystal clear, and a plate of braised beef, rich in savory sauce, the aroma of which makes one's mouth water at the mere smell.
Third Uncle was surprised, "Xiao Yan made this? You didn't help?"
I know my nephew's cooking skills. He can make a few common home-style dishes such as vegetable porridge and stir-fried vegetables. But why does this dish in front of me not seem like something Zhou Ping could have taught me to make?
“No…” Zhou Ping shook his head, “Yan Yan made it. I watched him make it.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Changliu came out carrying a tray with three different dishes on it.
"I'll go get the soup," Zhou Ping said, and walked toward the kitchen with good judgment.
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