The beef Fellow Daoist Huang had sent really was top-notch. It wasn't the high-fat kind that melted in your mouth; you could taste the meat fibers, but their texture was just right. Chen Shu sliced it thin and cooked it in red sour soup, bringing out a rich, meaty flavor. Even Xiaoxiao ate quite a bit.
After dinner, the two sat on the Swing, eating fruit they had brought back from Jiangzhou and admiring the sunset.
Ning Qing swept her gaze across the courtyard. Every corner was spotless. Fallen leaves and wilted flowers had been cleared away, and even the gaps between the bricks were clean. Only the trampled patches of Pearl Grass she used as ground cover showed that those two hadn't been quite so well-behaved.
Chen Shu's voice came from beside her. "What are you looking at?"
"You cleaned up nicely."
"Of course!"
"Took a long time, didn't it?" Ning Qing didn't even look at him. "You only cleaned it this afternoon, didn't you?"
"Haha..."
"Looks like you two really lived it up while I was gone."
"You bet! With you gone, we stepped on the lawn whenever we wanted, went online whenever we wanted, skipped Homework whenever we wanted, and left the dishes on the table after meals whenever we didn't feel like cleaning up. It was great."
"..."
Ning Qing glanced at him and decided not to scold him.
Otherwise, he would threaten not to date her again.
The threat had no real effect, but playing along with him still cost her something. He would inevitably take advantage.
"How many of the Seven Emotions do you have left?"
"Only Shock."
"Then you're almost done."
"Shock may take a long time to cultivate." Ning Qing's tone was mild. "I can hardly remember ever being surprised by anything,