Li Qing returned to the village and began a very leisurely lifestyle of letting things slide.
These were probably the rare days when he didn't need to think about anything or do anything at all.
He would lie down under the old apricot tree in front of his sister-in-law's house with that plump orange cat, squinting in the sun, and that would be his whole day.
During this time, the only thing Li Qing did was maintain his cultivation practices.
His sister-in-law and her family had basically adapted to the presence of Jing Yan and Zi Ling, and life had gradually found its rhythm.
The only thing Han Mei still couldn't get used to, and what made her incredibly uncomfortable, was how excessively respectful Jing Yan was to her, no matter what she said to him.
"Time for dinner, Qingzi!"
Han Mei's voice came from inside the yard.
Li Qing patted the orange cat's chubby head and got up from the lounge chair, "Come on, let's eat."
