The Restless Person

Qin Xi looked at the dishes on the table and thought they were very good. Daoist Yangmei was not the kind of person who could usually sit idle.

He looked at Daoist Yangmei and said to him, "Are you going to eat sitting on the bed, or come to the table and eat with us?"

Daoist Yangmei did not even have to choose. He said to Qin Xi, "Of course I'm sitting at the table and eating with you two. After all, your meal is so sumptuous."

Qin Xi saw that Daoist Yangmei could actually joke now, which showed that his body had recovered quite a lot.

Qin Xi did not refuse to support Daoist Yangmei. Although his injuries were very serious, especially the wounds on his legs, Daoist Yangmei was still an extremely tough person.

After Ouyang Qing helped Daoist Yangmei sit down on the stool, he saw that beads of sweat had already broken out across his forehead.

Qin Xi said to him, "Are you all right?"

Daoist Yangmei nodded and said, "I'm fine. What does a little injury like this count for?"

People like them were indeed like that. When they suffered a bit of external injury in battle, it did not count as anything to them at all, and their ability to recover was also extremely fast.

Daoist Yangmei looked at the six dishes on the table. Compared with the food on his own tray, they really were different.

Daoist Yangmei sighed and said, "If only there were wine to drink right now."

Qin Xi immediately said, "Forget it. Ouyang Qing and I haven't even said we want to drink. We're keeping you company, so what wine are you drinking?"

Daoist Yangmei had been in great pain during this period, so now that he felt he