Ling Yun rubbed Qianqian, who was napping, and grinned again. She was sleeping so soundly—she must have been exhausted.
After calling out to the little puppy, he lay back in a chair in the courtyard. Dozens of skewers of barbecue were set beside him. With a turn of his hand, a cup of Immortal Brew appeared; with another, a Soul Cultivating Incense Stick appeared between his lips. He took a puff and slowly exhaled, his face full of bliss.
"Whew..."
"Whew..."
"Whew..."
"Master, I want one too. Don't forget about me."
"Here. You performed well today."
With another wave of his hand, all the rubbish on the ground turned to dust. He then stared at the teleportation array, suddenly feeling an urge to go over and check on Zhao Xin. Unfortunately, there didn't seem to be enough time. Tonight, he planned to see whether he could sneak out.
And so, a man and a dog spent the entire afternoon like that.
"Feifei, take a look. Is this Brother Yun and Qianqian?" Song Song asked, watching a reposted video from a WeChat Moments feed on her phone.
"Aiya, I was wondering why Brother Yun looked so familiar. So I'd seen him here before."
"Jiang Ning, you said last night that this handsome guy would be your future idol. What about now?"
"Song Song, stop making fun of me. I didn't know Brother Yun back then."
"Haha, I didn't expect Brother Yun to be such a good cook. He can sing so well too—and they're original songs!"
"So Qianqian was collecting money during the last few seconds? I was so absorbed in listening last night that I didn't notice." Gao Feifei had listened to it many times the night before and was already completely hooked.
"Let's go mooch a meal at Brother