Chen Wei put down his spoon, pulled over a handkerchief, and wiped his mouth.
The bowl of osmanthus tangyuan Yang Chan had made by hand tasted impeccable. It was just sweet-cloyingly sweet, so sweet it stuck in his throat.
But credit where credit was due.
As the tangyuan slid down his throat into his stomach, they dissolved into a stream of pure spiritual energy. With a slight circulation of his cultivation method, he clearly felt the magic power within him rise another notch.
Eating a bowl of tangyuan could increase his cultivation. That certainly made eating them interesting.
Chen Wei leaned back in his chair, happily savoring the comfort of being brimming with magic power.
"Qingquan, good news!" Yang Chan's eyes suddenly lit up, and she spoke with a smile.
Chen Wei's hand trembled around his teacup. His first instinct was to turn toward the food box, his lingering dread plain to see. "What good news? My dear, don't tell me you brought another box of tangyuan?"
"In your dreams."
"All you think about every day is eating tangyuan. Where would I get that many?"
Yang Chan rolled her eyes at Chen Wei and closed the food box, looking rather pleased with herself. "Second Brother just sent me a message. He personally went down to the Mortal Realm and asked the demon who filed that real-name report against you about it. See? I told you it was a false accusation. The other party was very sincere and admitted it of his own accord. The paperwork will be withdrawn right away."
"Second Brother personally went to have a chat?" Chen Wei asked, his expression strange.
"Of course!" Yang Chan lifted her chin slightly, brimming with pride. "Someone slung mud at his own brother-in-law. How could he, as my brother, ignore it?"