Finally, Shen Mojin squeezed a few drops of spiritual juice into the pot, so that the braised pork would retain its original taste but not be greasy.
When the food was placed on the table in the lounge, the two washed their hands and sat down.
Shen Mojin saw the white flour on the woman's oval face. He took out his handkerchief and wanted to wipe it off. When he touched the woman's face——
Chi Jiujiu reflexively stepped back, and the stool made a creaking sound, which was so out of place in the cozy lounge.
Shen Mojin pursed his lips, an unknown expression welling up in his eyes, "Jiujiu... I'm sorry, I forgot just now."
"Ajin, it's okay. I just...that was out of control."
Chi Jiujiu looked at the man frankly.
Seeing a hint of hostility in his eyes, her heart tightened. Would the child's father think too much?
Chi Jiujiu, "Let's eat first, before it gets cold."
Shen Mojin didn't move his chopsticks. "Jiujiu, how did you feel when you first gained the power of faith?"
Chi Jiujiu recalled, "The rosary is slightly warm?"
Is it measured by the temperature of the rosary?...This needs to be verified later.
Shen Mojin seemed to have thought of something and speculated, "The first power of faith was most likely from that girl in Africa.
The merit of saving her can elevate your cultivation to a small level.
But the collected power of faith can only last for a short time.
Faith and merit may not be commensurate.
Jiujiu, can we ask Wuxie for help? " He was becoming increasingly unbearable, living without Jiujiu.
His body and mind were like a drug addict, constantly craving alcohol.
It's just that he tried his best to endure it.
Chi Jiujiu, "Okay, finish eating first."
Shen Mojin lowered his dark eyes, reached out for the chopsticks, picked up the food, and began to chew it slowly without savoring the taste.
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