The Little Monk Plan and the Soft Feather Plan

Song Shuhang scrolled through the chat history.

In the afternoon, after answering Song Shuhang's question about the "Three-Hundred-Year Onion Demon," the senior members in the group rambled on and on, eventually leading to the topic of Fairy Bie Xue's "Immortal Chef Banquet."

Many seniors are speculating about what dishes will be served at this year's Immortal Chef Banquet.

Several experienced elders began to discuss among themselves, reminiscing about the delicious Immortal Chef Banquet.

The dishes had all sorts of bizarre names, but they all sounded delicious. Song Shuhang rubbed his stomach; his stomach had been cleansed by Daoist Cloudmist's "Empty-Handed Sleight" technique, and seeing these dish names made his mouth water.

Song Shuhang scrolled through the chat history and saw Soft Feather of Spirit Butterfly Island's message at the very end.

Soft Feather: "@Shushan is under a lot of pressure, Senior Song, what is your mailing address now? My 'Spirit-Vein Jade Tea' is finally ready, I'm sending you a copy!"

At that moment, Song Shuhang was having a terrible nightmare and naturally didn't have time to reply.

Upon seeing Soft Feather's text message, Song Shuhang smiled slightly, then opened his private chat and replied to Soft Feather, "Soft Feather. I'm really looking forward to the Spirit-Vein Jade Tea you made yourself."

Then, Shuhang added his home address.

Then he stretched and prepared to go to the kitchen to find something to eat.

On Spirit Butterfly Island, a middle-aged man so handsome he had no friends frowned as he opened a chat app on his phone to reply.

Then, the middle-aged man grinned and said, "Someone... discreetly replace the batch of Spirit-Vein Jade Tea made by Soft Feather with the ordinary kind."

Kid, luckily I saw this text message. Otherwise, you could be preparing to grow a toilet on your ass for the next month.

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In the dead of night, Mom Song suddenly got up, rubbing her eyes as she went to the kitchen.

Then, as was her habit, she reached out and pulled on the cutting board... but when she did, the originally thick cutting board cracked into several pieces. Not only the cutting board, but also the marble countertop underneath had several knife marks.

"Huh? What's going on?" Mom Song immediately came to her senses.

She began to recall what had happened that morning... It must have been when she was making the stir-fried lamb with scallions, there was a scallion she couldn't cut off no matter how hard she tried. And then, she went and took Song Shuhang's decorative knife to cut the lamb?

Recalling this, Mom Song was startled. "Have she gone mad?"

Putting aside the scallion that I couldn't cut no matter what I did, why did I even think of getting that three-foot-three-inch knife to cut it?

Also, what's wrong with that scallion? I can't seem to cut it off no matter how I try.

Normally, if she encountered a scallion that she couldn't cut no matter what she did, her first thought would be to throw it away or call everyone over to see what was wrong.

But at the time, she was so single-minded that she didn't think about anything else; she just wanted to chop that scallion!

When Mom Song recalled that time, she felt as if she had been affected by something, and she was completely obsessed, her thoughts were not clear.

"Those scallions were brought back by Shuhang; he said they were some new variety," Mom Song recalled bit by bit.

Then, recalling the scene later where Song Shuhang suddenly ate the entire plate of stir-fried mutton with scallions all by himself.

Will there be anything wrong with those scallions?

Furthermore, after finishing the plate of stir-fried mutton with scallions, Song Shuhang immediately went back to his room.

Later, Zhao Yaya found him asleep on the floor of the room, so she asked Dad Song to carry Shuhang to bed. At the time, everyone thought that Song Shuhang was tired from the journey.

But when she connected the causes and consequences, the more she thought about it, the more she felt there was a problem.

"That brat Shuhang." Mom Song frowned and strode towards Song Shuhang's room.

Coincidentally, Song Shuhang, who was hungry, was rubbing his stomach as he came out of his room, heading to the kitchen to find something to eat, when he spotted his Mom Song.

"Mom? Why aren't you asleep yet, it's so late?" Song Shuhang asked, puzzled.

Mom Song replied, "I was just about to go see you."

"Look at me? Haha, I was just sleeping and suddenly felt really hungry, so I wanted to find something to eat," Song Shuhang chuckled.

"There's still some rice left. I'll make you some fried rice with eggs," Mom Song replied.

Afterwards, she and Shuhang returned to the kitchen and started making fried rice with eggs for Song Shuhang.

While frying the rice, Mom Song asked, "Shuhang, tell me honestly, is there something wrong with that scallion you used?"

Song Shuhang glanced at his mother's expression and answered frankly, "There is a problem, but it's hard to describe exactly what it is. Generally speaking, people with weak constitutions shouldn't eat those scallions, otherwise it will have a negative impact on their health."

"But Mom, don't worry, I'm perfectly fine. I brought those scallions back specifically for this purpose, I know what I'm doing," Song Shuhang said with a bright smile.

Regarding the matter of cultivation... now is not the time to confront Mom Song and the others.

He is not strong enough yet. We must wait until he is stronger and has accumulated more cultivation resources before making our move.

"If you put it that way, I feel a little more at ease." Mom Song sighed. "If you're free tomorrow, go with your father and have Ya Ya take you to the hospital for a full checkup."

Because Dad Song had just been in a car accident, Mom Song was worried and asked Zhao Yaya to take him for a check-up tomorrow when she had time, so that any potential problems could be addressed promptly.

"No need, right? I just had a full physical exam with Sister Yaya not long ago," Song Shuhang blurted out.

"Did you have a physical exam not long ago?" Mom Song, holding a bowl of egg and rice, looking puzzled.

"Well, it was during the last sports meet. Sister Yaya came to our school for an internship and took me for a full check-up. I'm perfectly healthy, there's absolutely no problem," Song Shuhang said, patting his chest.

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Hotels near the Sixth Hospital.

The young monk secretly rubbed his buttocks; he still needed one more course of treatment for his hemorrhoids.

After I'm all better, it'll be time to go back to Shuhang's house.

The video that Doudou showed him kept replaying in his mind.

Song Shuhang clenched his fist and roared angrily, "Whether you have hemorrhoids or not, I'm going to beat the shit out of you!"

You've slapped the shit out! You've slapped the shit out!

These words kept echoing in the young monk's mind.

The little monk looked serious; he was a very earnest child. "If I go home after the treatment tomorrow, Shuhang will definitely beat the shit out of me, right?"

It's terrifying to even think about.

The little monk couldn't help but glance at Doudou sleeping beside him, and Zhou Li, who was meditating with his eyes closed.

How about we try talking to Doudou tomorrow and decide not to go home yet? We could run away for a while longer, until Senior Brother Song Shuhang calms down, and then go back?

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On Spirit Butterfly Island.

Soft Feather gazed at the huge wooden crate in front of her with satisfaction. "Hmm, it's perfect. Now all I have to do is wait for it to be shipped out!"