As for Meng Qi's claim that he felt no pressure, no one quite believed him.
Granted, with that senior from Tusita Palace behind him, his life might not be in danger.
But how could he feel no pressure when his cultivation had stalled and Legend remained beyond his reach?
Ruan Yushu took several exquisite food boxes from her storage Dharma Artifact and opened them one by one, bringing out dish after delicious dish.
"Hey, hey, hey, little foodie, don't do this. You're making it look like I'm about to be beheaded after this meal," Meng Qi cried.
The atmosphere turned strange. Everyone watched him with grave eyes while the little foodie kept bringing out dishes bursting with color, aroma, and flavor.
It was as if they were saying, Eat this meal, then go in peace.
At least he would die with a full stomach.
"I made these myself to share with everyone. They're not just for you."
Ruan Yushu glanced at Meng Qi with her big eyes, as though she could not have cared less what he thought.
"As if I want any!" Meng Qi snorted.
Meng Chuan sipped his tea beside them, watching the scene and privately lamenting his miscalculation.
Back then, he had been so busy urging Meng Qi to make a move on Xiao Jiang that he had forgotten this young woman.
If he had made some arrangements back then, wouldn't Meng Qi be sharing a quilt with both of them by now, with children and grandchildren filling his home?
Meng Chuan was absolutely certain about this big-eyed foodie, whose mouth was occupied by snacks for most of the day and who could never seem to stop eating.
She definitely had feelings for Meng Qi.
Meng Qi was cheerful, lively, and optimistic, with a quick wit and