A mouthful of rice went down, and Zhenzhen's face was splattered with oil spots.
There was nothing to be done, the dish was simply too greasy, but these two adults and two children clearly enjoyed it.
During Saint Time, Song Xia felt an inner serenity reminiscent of a Banished Immortal.
Black stockings, white stockings, what of it?
A hundred years later, everyone would still be just a handful of bones, and if cremation was practiced in this world, there wouldn't even be bones left.
Thinking of this, Song Xia even felt like he had 'achieved enlightenment', with a layer of sacred halo seemingly shrouding his face.
...
"You're not eating? Oh, how can that be? Brother Jiang Xiao, just have a bite~"
Fishnet Zhenzhen was coquettishly draped over Jiang Xiao's lap.
emm...
For some reason, every time people saw this spicy older sister, Zhen, calling the Chosen One "brother", everyone felt an odd sensation, a stark contrast.
