Volume 1, Chapter 50: Impossible to Take Care of Her

Lou Nanzhi did indeed cook portions that were a bit too large. Nowadays, people advocate finishing meals in one sitting and avoiding leftovers.

This was a suggestion Wei Guoxiong had made to her back in the day. When times were tough in the past, Lou Nanzhi would always let her children and husband eat their fill, and then she would eat whatever was left over, just taking a bite or two with some rice to get through a meal.

Later on, when their financial situation improved, Lou Nanzhi still couldn't bear to waste food. After all, she had lived through hard times and had once heard her parents talk about the hardships of famine years.

Therefore, although Lou Nanzhi would say out loud that she threw away the leftover food from each family meal, she actually secretly kept it and ate it the next morning!

This habit had actually continued for many years, except that the family......

With this, the second round of the Seven Peaks Festival officially concluded. Advancing to the top eight are: Mountain Wind, Team One-Three, Monarch Sun, Wandering Bird, Seven Stars Falling Moon, Solitary Traveler, Floating Goblet Drinking, and Mad Youngster.

The loss of over twenty thousand beast spirit soldiers was far from being a crippling blow to the massive beast spirit army numbering as many as three hundred thousand.

"Understood!" Cui Si acknowledged, then stood up, bid farewell, and returned once more to the Cold Fiend Ice-Piercing Divine Boat.

"I don't want to enter the national football team just yet. When you get promoted, I'll join them," Keisa joked.

Perhaps they could find another rare treasure like the statue of the heroic spirit, capable of absorbing and enhancing the growth rate of pet beasts.

Yuan Su's social reviews all mentioned that this man belonged to the very gentle type, courteous to everyone he met.

"Li Mo, do you have new results again?" Professor Wu's not-so-calm voice came through the telephone.

Hearing this, Feng Muchao couldn't help but recall what his master had told him when he first started practicing cultivation.

After finishing the meal, Lota lay on the ground with a protruding belly, burping ungracefully. Having consumed so much magical energy all at once, he felt somewhat indigestion.

"Haha, extermination is going a bit too far!" With a loud laugh, Cui Si flew over, supported by Lei Shan'er. At this moment, his complexion was much better. After all, he had taken top-tier spiritual medicine; although he wasn't completely healed, getting up to walk and talk was no longer a problem.

"Mother has completely thrown her son's words to the back of her mind. Your son said that if Mother ever made things difficult for Nianbai again, I would move out to live elsewhere. Your son has given Mother chances time and time again, but Mother seems to have completely forgotten what your son said." He Yan looked at his mother with a cold gaze.

The difficulty of this was simply off the charts. Song Chong even wanted to ask the system if it had placed the task in the wrong category.

As a greenhorn making her debut, Bai Miao's manager didn't even bother to accompany her. Feng Jiamei told her to buy some gifts to curry favor with the hosts, guests, and other staff members, but she was too lazy to buy them and didn't. Moreover, she had no intention of striking up conversations with them on her own initiative. However, a very kindly host took the initiative to chat with her.

The air seemed to freeze for a fraction of a second, and another figure indeed stepped out from the hidden alcove. Who else could it be but Old Madam Jiang?

He refused to believe that with him lingering stubbornly in front of the tier-two turret time and time again, this TOS could endure the loneliness and simply choose to ignore him.

Immediately after, the three of us took the elevator to the training room on the third floor. The weapons Falcon had mentioned were already placed on the other side of the huge glass separating the entire third floor, resting on the turf inside the training room.

"Are we just going to stay here the whole time?" Yan Zifei was growing somewhat impatient. While teasing Qin Tian, he watched Qin Zi provide free medical consultations to the few people gathered atop the city wall.

Her words were too astonishing, prompting Xiang Jing to raise her eyes and look at her. Bai Miao's eyes held a fervent brilliance, so bright that it suddenly warmed one's heart. Xiang Jing froze for a moment and then stopped looking at her.

The chicken demon clamored. He certainly didn't want to go over only to find that Qi Xiangzi had already left again, leaving him with nowhere to search.

He finally figured it out: the flight-prohibition array imposed too many restrictions on people like him, but the way the chicken demon flapped his wings probably didn't even count as a spell. As long as it didn't exceed the upper limit of the flight-prohibition array, he could fly however he pleased.

After Liu Dingtian gave his assent, he took out the Medicine King Cauldron from his universe pouch. Pointing the index finger of his right hand, the red and green intertwined fire dragon enveloped the Medicine King Cauldron and began refining it. Since he had already summoned it out, he naturally couldn't let it go to waste.

Faint light gradually appeared ahead, accompanied by some strange noises. Liu Dingtian found the sounds somewhat familiar, but for a moment, he couldn't recall where he had heard them before.

I returned to Chiyang's side and punched him in the face again. Just as Chiyang scrambled back to his feet, he was knocked down once more.

Shao Xichen, let alone having taken medicine, wouldn't have stood a chance of keeping up with Chen Lin even without it. Watching him leave, she screamed, "Don't go! Don't go!" and frantically rushed out the door. But looking ahead, Chen Lin's figure was nowhere to be seen.

Because, in his impression, the Age of Discovery for various Western countries wouldn't truly arrive for another few decades. Could it be that his changing of China's history had actually created a butterfly effect, altering the trajectories of certain people in the West as well?

Fortunately, before coming to Shandong, Lu Zhen had taken over the massive collection of materials regarding Zheng He's voyages to the Western Oceans from Yu Qian. Among them were various data and regulations concerning the construction of coastal ports; otherwise, trying to figure out how to build such a port on his own would certainly not have been something he could accomplish in a short time.

Not only was he unable to see his family and subordinates, but his daily meals were also extremely meager, bordering on abysmal. Each meal consisted of only half a bowl of plain water and a spoiled steamed bun or corn bun, and even this was served only twice a day. It was far from enough to fill his stomach; it merely kept him from dying of thirst or starvation.

The most terrifying thing was that he had wagered all two hundred thousand on a single number. Was this rhythm meant for self-destruction?

Suddenly, Yun Chen grabbed the Xuanyuan Sword and violently pulled it out. Following that, with a wave of his hand, one hundred and eight ghost-doctor silver needles flew out, all embedding themselves into his body—this time sinking in entirely, leaving not a single trace exposed on the outside.

After speaking, Xu Peng rose and left Qin Ming's office, clearly very eager to finalize and sign the contract with Qin Ming.

"Babbling nonsense, go to hell!" Tumou didn't care whose brother he was; his broad axe came crashing straight down. Though Lokes could have blocked a few blows earlier, seeing the blood-soaked tiger-idiot Tumou had terrified him to the point of turning his hands to jelly. Not even knowing how to dodge, his head was smashed into a pulp just like a watermelon.

Jiang Feng thought to himself: As the Tiger of Shura, if I don't even have this bit of courage, how could I possibly have a foothold in the pugilistic world? Besides, I am now an undying entity; what harm is there in letting this Wang Zhenyi toss me around a bit?

Black miasma densely filled the domain. Although the three Sword Saints unleashed their absolute ultimate skills at the very final moment, those powerful attacks landing on Wugoro were merely like dragonflies trying to shake a giant tree, having no effect whatsoever.

Anna Xie had been trading in sarcasm and cynicism all along. Even a mild-tempered person would be provoked into anger, let alone someone like Xiao Yulin, a young master from a wealthy family.