Over the past few days, Jiang Lin had no idea how he had gotten through them.
If this was happiness, then it really was quite happy.
If this was torment...
During meals...
"Little Lin, eat more bean sprouts."
"What's so good about bean sprouts? Little Lin, eat more chives."
"This Honey Glazed Chicken was made by Senior Sister herself. Little Lin, have a taste."
"Jiang Lin! Is this Stir-fried Bull Kidneys good?"
"Little Lin..."
Every mealtime, Jiang Lin would be served all kinds of dishes. He only dared to add half a bowl of rice, while the dishes had already piled up into a little mountain peak.
Looking at the dishes one after another that Jiu Yi and the others had made, Jiang Lin had to finish every last bite with tears in his eyes!
It would have been fine if they had tasted good... but who could have known that Su Su, Qianluo, and the others had put not a single point into cooking!
There was even one time when Little Jia mistook salt for sugar, and Jiang Lin had nearly been sweetened to death.
Fortunately, she had not mistaken sugar for salt. Better to die from sweetness than saltiness...
Aside from mealtimes, there was also bedtime every night.
As punishment, Jiang Lin carried his bedding into the courtyard every night and slept there, even pitching himself a tent. It was pretty nice.
But every night, the tent opened and closed, letting in the cold wind and freezing him half to death.
When Jiang Lin woke up in the morning and tried to turn over, he found that he could not move at all.
*What the hell? How dare someone crush the bed of me, the Flower-Picking Thief... No... how dare someone crush the bed of a Jade Purity