Could It Be That Enemies Were Fated to Meet?

(Today was the Dragon Boat Festival and also Brother Zhai Leng's birthday. The great general Wang Zhen'e was born on this day, so Brother Zhai Leng might as well be called Zhai Zhen'e... One extra chapter to celebrate! Another update at nine tonight...) "Forget it..." Tang Changsheng drew a deep breath. I'll focus on preparing for the ancestral rites first!

The day of the ancestral rites was drawing ever closer.

Early the next morning, Tang Changsheng gathered Solar Essence. The spiritual energy in this world was far too weak, but something was better than nothing.

He was about to make breakfast when Ling Xiaoyu emerged, hair disheveled and eyes still hazy with sleep.

The moment she saw Tang Changsheng, she gave a little cry, covered her face, and scurried back like a startled rabbit.

Before long, she returned with her hair and face in order, her clothes changed, and even a touch of makeup on.

Seeing Tang Changsheng busy in the kitchen, she looked a little crestfallen. "I wanted to get up early and make breakfast..."

Tang Changsheng chuckled inwardly. He needed very little sleep now. Since his Heavenly Heart had lit up, his soul had been clear and his sleep dreamless; three or four hours a night were enough.

How could an ordinary person compare?

He smiled. "Go sit down. Your breakfast made with love will be ready in a moment..."

By the time Ling Xiaoyu took her seat, he had brought out a generous breakfast.

There was a bowl of thick, silky porridge made from fragrant jade-stem rice, a few slices of bread, fried eggs, and a small dish of appetizing pickles.

That made a breakfast with the best of both Chinese and Western food!

Ling Xiaoyu ate with gusto, her face blooming with smiles as Tang Changsheng