Bai Chuwei's eyes turned cold, and Liu Man unconsciously raised her hand, slapping her own face hard. Instantly, a metallic sweetness filled her mouth and the pain made Liu Man scream.
Bai Chuwei put down the small watering can in her hand and leisurely walked upstairs.
With such a sharp tongue, one ought to learn a lesson.
Bai Chuwei went upstairs. Xue Qiu didn't finish the fried chicken leg and lay on the windowsill in the attic, her belly puffed up like it had been inflated, all the while muttering, 'So good, so good.'
Bai Chuwei smiled, "You did well, eating all the takeout Duan Feihan sent me."
Xue Qiu immediately sat up and argued defensively, 'The ancestor never liked fried food in the first place! Xue Bao is just not wasting food!'
Heh—
Indeed, Bai Chuwei did not eat fried food; she found it too greasy. Immortal cultivators have always disliked greasy food.
But she was still a bit annoyed—it was after all something Duan Feihan had sent to her.
