Ever since Lu Ming arrived, the shop had certainly become a lot livelier.
To be fair, Lu Ming was pretty quick with his hands.
When Zhang Siyu told him to move stock, he hauled it over, huffing and puffing.
When she told him to mop, he did an even cleaner job than Wen Ning himself, without missing a single corner.
He even bathed Big Yellow without complaint. That dog shed enough fur during one bath to knit a sweater.
Lu Ming crouched beside the tub and scrubbed for forty minutes. Afterward, he even asked Zhang Siyu whether she wanted him to trim Big Yellow's claws.
Zhang Siyu's verdict on him was:
"Aside from talking too much, there's not much wrong with him."
Wen Ning wholeheartedly agreed.
Lu Ming wasn't just any chatterbox. He was a chatterbox certified by the Heavenly Court.
He hadn't been there even three days.
Yet Wen Ning already knew the shady details behind eight immortals' promotions, twelve immortals' family disputes, and who nineteen immortals secretly had crushes on. Lu Ming had told him everything.
But none of that was the biggest problem.
The biggest problem was Sparrow Spirit.
Sparrow Spirit's family was no longer a household of two, but six.
Wen Ning named the four little ones Big Mao, Second Mao, Third Mao, and Fourth Mao, in descending order of size.
He regretted naming them almost immediately.
Because he couldn't tell them apart at all. Whenever he called Big Mao, all four turned their heads. The names were utterly useless.
On his very first day, Lu Ming clashed with Sparrow Spirit's family.
More precisely, while Lu Ming was sitting on the couch eating chips, Big Mao flew over from the windowsill and plunged headfirst into the bag.
Lu Ming jumped up in fright, scattering chips all