Time flowed on, and in the blink of an eye, several days had passed.
In the courtyard, Mo Shang sat at the dining table, staring mournfully at the dishes before him.
"Big Brother, what are you doing?"
Just then, Mo Li arrived and called out to Mo Shang.
"Nothing. I'm just about to eat." Mo Shang looked at Mo Li and said with a smile.
"Big Brother, can the things Sister-in-law made really be eaten?"
Hearing this, Mo Li sat down opposite Mo Shang. Looking at the indescribable dishes before her, she swallowed and asked him in a low voice.
She wasn't swallowing because she was hungry—it was just that, faced with these dishes, she inexplicably felt a little afraid...
"Probably... maybe... they can..." Mo Shang, too, sank into deep thought.
For some reason, Jiang Shuyu had suddenly taken a liking to cooking. She practically had to make several dishes every day.
To be fair, Jiang Shuyu possessed extraordinary talent in cultivation, but when it came to cooking, she was an utter disaster...
"Big Brother, how about we run?" Mo Li's hand holding the chopsticks froze in midair. Then she looked at Mo Shang and suggested it.
"If you don't want to eat, you can leave first. If I run, your sister-in-law will be hurt..." It wasn't like the food would kill anyone, so Mo Shang felt it wasn't a huge problem.
"Fine, then I'll stay with you..." Seeing this, Mo Li said no more and put on an expression of facing death without flinching.
"Good sister, that's loyal of you." Seeing that Mo Li hadn't run away, Mo Shang couldn't help feeling touched.
"Little Sister is here? Sit down and eat with us."
As the two spoke, Jiang Shuyu emerged from the kitchen, carrying a pot of blue chicken