Ling Yun stroked Qianqian's head, gently braiding her hair while feeling a massive headache coming on.
Song Yili kept refusing to leave, and the little one was right here.
"Enough, stop acting. Look, if you want to watch me refine pills, fine! But not today."
"Why not today?" Song Yili asked suspiciously.
"No means no."
Ling Yun shook his head. Did he really want to let her know today was the little ones' first time practicing alchemy? What if she wanted to learn too?
"When then? Give me an exact time."
"Wait for my notice."
A flock of metaphorical crows flew across Song Yili's forehead before Ling Yun summarily showed her the door.
"Daddy, why does that pretty auntie keep looking at you?" the little one asked curiously.
"Probably because I'm handsome," Ling Yun chuckled, rubbing his chin.
"Bleh, shameless, not handsome at all, ugly to death. Tonight I'm going to paint a big tabby cat on your face," the little one replied in a milky voice, her eyes rolling as she wrapped her hands around Ling Yun's neck.
"Alright, if you dare paint it, I'll spank your bottom."
"Bad daddy, I'm going to tell Grandma, hmph."
"Oh my, look who's learned to file complaints."
"Aha..."
"I'm done teasing you, hurry up and come outside with me to refine pills. Little Irene, Ji Wuxue, the two of you keep up as well."
Little Irene helplessly put down her phone, letting Ji Wuxue pull her outside.
Beibei ran over and said excitedly, "Handsome Uncle, take a look, is it supposed to be like this?"
When Ling Yun looked, she had placed medicinal herbs into an iron pot, which Long Yanran must have told her to do.
"Cough cough, what iron pot? Do you think you're all me, able to form pills