Words like shit, piss, and fart had always been frowned upon at the dinner table.
But Su Shijun was too beautiful.
It somehow made every word she spoke shine with a dazzling glow, to the point that no one noticed anything improper about such special words appearing at the table.
With someone else, the difference would have been obvious at once.
"If everyone thinks it's dirty and refuses to do it, this world would have turned into a shithole long ago." Only after Zheng Qing said that did he realize that the witch's example had perhaps been somewhat inappropriate. The fried egg in his toast suddenly seemed far less appetizing, and he hastily concluded, "...Someone has to be a cleaner. Even children understand that."
He glanced at Poseidon.
A Fox Maidservant was using a fork to lift a piece of fried egg to Little Fox's mouth. Perhaps because the wizard had just used a dirty word, Little Fox kept twisting her head from side to side and stubbornly refused to eat the egg yolk.
Then Su Shijun glanced at her.
Little Fox obediently opened her mouth.
Zheng Qing felt that he would probably never reach that level in his lifetime.
"Leave professional matters to professionals. You're not a real 'cleaner.' It's dangerous for you to keep pursuing this matter." The witch shook her head, her brows knitting slightly as she motioned for the wizard to come closer.
Zheng Qing quietly slowed his breathing, a trace of tension and unease rising in his heart. On one hand, it was certainly because he was now closer to Su Shijun, but on the other, the witch's seriousness gave him a faint glimmer of hope.
Reason told him that if the healers at the School Hospital and the veteran Archwizards at the banquet had