Rice crackers, peeled grapes, and diced mangoes and bananas soaked in yogurt.
There was also a cup filled to the brim with honey water.
Luo Pianxian was currently right in front of Su Zijun, arranging these things one by one... like offerings on a ritual altar.
"...What are you doing?" Su Zijun asked sidelong.
"Watching the livestream." Little Butterfly Demon spoke as if it were only natural. "This way, we won't get hungry even by noon. I prepared some for you too, Sister Zijun."
"I don't eat this stuff." Su Zijun gave a cold snort.
"Not these. This!"
As she spoke, Little Butterfly Demon suddenly stuffed a small round ball about the size of a grape into Su Zijun's mouth. The Princess of the Xuanyuan Royal instinctively frowned and had been about to spit it out, but a fishy smell rushed into her nose. Su Zijun's little canine teeth immediately bit open the thing in her mouth.
"What is this, too?" Su Zijun blinked as a crunching sound came from her mouth.
"Shaved ice made from blood plasma!" Luo Pianxian said proudly. "I also mixed in some honey and yogurt."
The taste was certainly novel, but somehow it felt as though Hanba's body would ultimately end up with diarrhea?
Su Zijun opened her mouth, and at the same time, Little Butterfly Demon's palm stuffed something else in.
It turned out to be a long, stick-shaped blood-plasma popsicle.
Then Little Butterfly hugged a pillow, turned on the television, held her honey water, and watched intently. "Wow! I think I saw... saw... Huh? Who was that again? He looks so familiar!"
"That's Bai Jie, a Daoist from Kunlun Mountain, a shameless old bastard who should have died ages ago." Su Zijun spoke calmly around the long blood-plasma popsicle.
Just then, the doorbell