"Didn't the old man say you were feeling guilty and distressed?"
Qi Yuan kept his distance from Sister Niujiao, afraid that if he got too close, the mushrooms from her mouth would spray into his.
"Yeah, don't you see me washing my face with tears?" Sister Niujiao was quite happy to see Qi Yuan.
"Your tears come out of your mouth?" Qi Yuan was at a loss for words.
Sister Niujiao indeed had "tears streaming down her face," but they were flowing from her mouth.
If ordinary people saw it, they might think it was saliva.
But in fact, they were tears.
"Is there a rule that tears can only come from the eyes?" Ziyuan Daxue pondered.
This left Qi Yuan speechless once again.
He always felt this statement sounded familiar, as if he had said it himself.
He suspected Ziyuan Daxue of plagiarizing him, but had no evidence.
"Do you want to eat some mushrooms? They're fresh out of the oven and very fresh!" Ziyuan Daxue picked up mushrooms and was about to bring them over to Qi Yuan.
