She still remembered their first meeting clearly. Back then, she'd been so naive, and she'd realized that Ling Yun was strange.
Having died twice, she knew Ling Yun's abilities very well. He was mysterious and unfathomable, a man like a god.
"You all have hearts, so don't be sad. Parting in life and death is normal. They say there's no banquet that doesn't end, and that's what it means."
"Handsome Uncle, what do you mean, no banquet that doesn't end? It's up to us! As long as you're willing to stay, we'll make another banquet for you."
"Mm-hmm, I'll study cooking hard from now on and make egg fried rice for you every day."
"Ahem, there's no need... How could I let you do that?" Ling Yun's mouth twitched. Food made by Qianqian? It'd have to be edible first. She'd practically inherited Ji Wuxue's talent for dark cuisine.
"No! I'm going to learn how to cook from now on."
Little one seemed to have made up her mind, but Ling Yun knew she was only having a passing burst of enthusiasm. She'd forget all about it in a few minutes.
"Qianqian, could you give me some of my retirement money now? Even if you can't, you should at least give me a little of yours."
Ling Yun took the chance to change the subject. He was short on cash and couldn't afford to pay for all the medicinal herbs and materials, so both girls had fallen behind in their alchemy lessons.
"Daddy, I'm still a kid." Little one's mouth twitched, and her eyes darted around guiltily.
"Ahem, didn't you get spirit stones from the last auction? There were almost a million of them."
"Oh, they're gone."
"That's impossible." Ling Yun's eyes nearly popped out of his head.
It had only