Monday: cultivated.
Tuesday: cultivated.
Wednesday: cultivated while getting struck by lightning.
Thursday: cultivated.
Friday: cultivated with my wife. A girl's body really is so soft.
Saturday: cultivated. Felt close to a breakthrough. That's me for you.
Sunday: had tea with Su Xuan, cultivated.
In the kitchen, Su Qing cooked while recalling the events of the past week, humming a song, relaxed and cheerful.
Sword light swirled over the chopping board, slicing the ingredients into suitable shapes. Beneath the brass hot pot behind him, a flame of Wind-Reversing Fire quietly supplied heat.
Ripples spread across the thick layer of red chili oil, bubbles gradually rising with a gurgle as wooden chopsticks pushed slices of assorted meats into the pot.
Carrying a pot of cold tea and two enamel mugs, Su Qing sat down opposite Tang Qian'er. The dipping sauces before them had already been mixed.
The two chatted as they waited.
Before long, the bright red slices in the pot turned grayish white as they cooked, and two pairs of wooden chopsticks fished them out with precision.
Then they dug in with gusto.
"Mmm!"
Tang Qian'er chewed a slice of meat, a satisfied expression spreading across her face.
"What kind of meat is this?"
After swallowing her food, Tang Qian'er asked curiously.
"Four-Horned Fire Bull tenderloin and chuck eye."
Su Qing picked up a slice of meat, dipped it in the oil-based sauce, and answered.
After the beef came plates of duck intestines and duck blood, beef tripe and brains.
After those came winter bamboo shoots and crown daisies, bean sprouts and shiitake mushrooms.
Finally, alongside the cold tea, they had a serving of brown sugar loquats to cut through the richness and soothe the heat.
Thus, they were thoroughly satisfied.
Su Qing swept his sleeve, and a cool breeze passed