After talking about official business,
Zhu Minglang and Li Yunzi started to chitchat, and Zhu Minglang took out the perfectly chilled Ginseng Immortal Soup from his flask bag, which had been kept cool by Little White's breath.
"Zhi Rou, go and heat up this Immortal Soup," Zhu Minglang said to Zhi Rou.
"Alrighty!" Zhi Rou immediately ran to the kitchen. Even though it was chilled Immortal Soup, it still emitted a quaint fragrance.
Upon smelling this familiar scent, Nan Lingsha immediately stood up with a cold expression and turned to leave.
"Miss Lingsha, you should drink more too. The Old Farmer said it's best to enjoy it in three parts, and you still have two portions left," Zhu Minglang called out to Nan Lingsha.
"Just drink it yourself!" Nan Lingsha's lovely eyes now showed a hint of icy killing intent.
Hypocrite, vile man!
Nan Lingsha was all too aware of Zhu Minglang's intentions at this moment—offering the Immortal Soup to Li Yunzi was for a certain purpose!
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