After Deacon Yang left,
Zhongxuan Sheng looked at Jiang Wang with a spirited gaze, "What kind of strengths do you actually have that charm the elderly so much?"
Even Elder Madam Li favored him at first sight and offered the Stone Gate Grass as a meeting gift. Back then, Zhongxuan Sheng was inwardly seething with jealousy.
From the Monk who cried out to take him as a disciple, to Elder Madam Li's favorable regard, and now the overly enthusiastic Qing Xi.
"You're a friend to the elderly!" Zhongxuan Sheng exclaimed.
Yan Fu shrugged his shoulders, barely holding back his laughter.
"That's not right," Zhongxuan Sheng pondered. "Shouldn't the elderly prefer someone like me who's fair and plump?"
Jiang Wang was also quite puzzled by Qing Xi's sudden goodwill, and as he listened to Zhongxuan Sheng's rambling, he replied subconsciously, "It's not like raising pigs."
