A Slacker's Peach Blossoms

Chapter One Hundred Sixty-Three

The two wandered through the snack street, where every kind of treat dazzled the eye—bean buns, air-dried beef, pulled milk curds, hand-grabbed lamb... They sampled a bit of everything. Jiang Hansheng's stomach was not in great shape, so Li Wenchuan had to keep an eye on him and stop him from eating recklessly.

"You've already had two huge cups of milk tea today. Drink less cold stuff. You just had a bowl of lamb soup—going from hot to cold like that, do you think you're invincible?" Li Wenchuan directly stopped Jiang Hansheng's eager hand from paying.

Jiang Hansheng resentfully put his phone away. "But you're drinking something cold, and I can't. It'll make me crave it."

Li Wenchuan fell silent. Jiang Hansheng had thought he would say, Then I won't drink it either. I'll keep you company. After waiting a moment, Li Wenchuan looked up. "That's your problem. What does it have to do with me? Boss, one iced sour plum drink."

"..." He really should not have expected too much, right?

In the end, Li Wenchuan was still considerate enough to order Jiang Hansheng a room-temperature jasmine milk tea. "No iced drinks."

Jiang Hansheng obediently accepted it and quietly drank his milk tea, looking exactly like the kind of man whose wife kept him firmly under control.

If Yang Xuan saw this, he would probably burst into tears. He had advised Jiang Hansheng so earnestly, day after day, year after year, yet Jiang Hansheng never listened. Tell him not to eat hotpot, and he insisted on eating hotpot. He especially loved iced drinks and had no damn sense of self-preservation when it came to his body.

Afterward, the two strolled across the vast grasslands. The wind howled past, and whenever it swept through the trees,