Chapter Sixty-Nine Let Me Share a Bite With You

“How did you know?”
“You probably don’t realize that you’ve become something of a celebrity now. Everything about you has already been dug up and laid bare.”
Yan Xuan shook his head, joking at his own expense, “A celebrity truly has no privacy.”
The girl’s laughter was as lively as blossoming branches.
“Let’s get serious…
After all, this place is a stronghold Zhou Yi has been running for a long time. He’s walking right into the lion’s den. If he doesn’t act quickly, he will definitely be surrounded.
If there’s no one around, kicking the suspect a few times wouldn’t matter. But with so many people watching, and the suspect already cooperating, any further action would take on a different nature.
Where the two stood, it was extremely open, leaving no chance for eavesdropping. It was, in fact, the perfect place to share secrets.
“This is made from blue barley, ground into powder and soaked in water.” So the sugar content is low, but it carries a unique, subtle sweetness.
She was in an exceptionally good mood today: she was heading to the prince’s mansion, and earlier, she’d even caught a glimpse of Situ An outside. She’d gone shopping and bought things she liked; if she wasn’t happy now, it would be truly inexplicable.
“Thunder Fist?” Xuanyuan Hong suddenly discovered a local-grade, mid-tier martial arts manual—it turned out to be a devastating set of barehanded combat techniques.
There wasn’t a moment’s pause; rockets fired continuously from the front, all striking the luxurious mansion, flames leaping high into the air. The shockwaves from the explosions grew ever stronger, relentlessly demolishing the building.
Don’t make things hard for him, but why does he always make things hard for her, again and again? Could it be that she truly owed that man a debt in her previous life?
Zhou Ziya was already accustomed to seeing how these elders pampered their children. She considered herself quite indulgent with her two kids, but compared to the others, she felt she was nothing at all.
“I only have two portions of evolution liquid essence here, enough to make two cat steaks. You two try them first. If it doesn’t work, we’ll have to rethink our hunting plan,” Song Zheng said, instructing Li Wanru to pull over by the roadside.
Boss Bao was stunned, “The Shanghai Television Festival’s welcome cocktail party?” That’s the prelude event for the festival’s opening ceremony—the one Laura was scheduled to attend tonight, she’d said she had no time because of it.
Qian Qingxi’s gaze was cool and distant, a bit helpless as she extricated a lock of her hair from the man’s hand.
My feet were truly exhausted. Spotting a pile of rocks nearby, roughly stacked but suitable for sitting, I walked over and dropped myself down—only to be hoisted up by Mu Cheng before I even touched the stones.
The vendor, hearing this, instantly erupted in anger. He didn’t have golden hairpins at his stall; was this not an attempt to chase away the business that had just landed in his hands?
Having received the assurance from the man in black, Guo Tingfeng finally let go of his tense nerves. He shook out his hands, turned, opened the door, and strode away.
Yu Youjia knew it was just an excuse. After their exchange of reasonably genuine information, it was clear the other party had lost interest in conversing. So, after a few polite words, she left the restaurant with Yu Zhixin.
The recording site was chaotic and noisy; it was a brief intermission. Most of the celebrity guests, judges, and contestants remained in their seats.
That night, Zhao Fuxin slept soundly. Perhaps it was from excessive mental exhaustion—after entering the palace, meeting the emperor, taking the imperial exam, hearing the results, and then drinking with two masters of internal arts. Zhao Fuxin planned to share all these events with Da Niu after their reunion.
Guan Chenji took Guan Yuchen out to play roller skating, while Feng Xinci quietly stayed by Gu Meng’s side.
Feng Qiye kept his gaze straight ahead, as if he hadn’t noticed Shui Menghua at all, walking right past her. Only a gentle breeze lingered, brushing his cheek and tousling his hair.