“Sigh~”

“Sigh~~~”

Mingmei snapped out of the story Guigui was telling. She subconsciously reached up to wipe away the tears that had slid down her face without her noticing. Then, a sigh entered her ears, and she realized that someone else was there, sighing just like her.

“You—why are you still here?”

Mingmei blinked, turned her head, and found that the entire room was now empty, with only Lu Xiaoyao accompanying her.

Outside, the sky was already dark, and half a day had passed without them even realizing it.

“I don’t want to be, but you kept tugging at my sleeve while you were spacing out. Your mother told me to stay here with you while she goes to investigate.”

“Ah…” Mingmei opened her mouth. She hadn’t expected to be so engrossed in the story. Lu Xiaoyao looked at Mingmei with a hint of curiosity and asked cautiously, “Are you sick or something?”

Mingmei: “...?”

If you can't say anything nice, please don't say anything at all.

Mingmei glanced at Lu Xiaoyao, not knowing what to say. Lu Xiaoyao, however, had a lot to say and muttered, “You don’t know, but the way you were just now, Immortal Mei scolded the Sect Leader of Butian Sect again.”

Mingmei could imagine it. Anyway, her mother seemed to dislike the Butian Sect no matter what.

She would drag them out and scold them for no reason.

“It’s nothing. I was just thinking about something, and I was focused.”

Mingmei smiled again, but the smile looked very forced in Lu Xiaoyao’s eyes. She was obviously hiding something from her.

“Meimei, you looked really sad just now, not like you were thinking about something.”

Lu Xiaoyao looked at the “NPC” who shared her friend’s name and was still young. Seeing the pensive look on her face, she decided to enlighten her.

So she squatted down, poked Mingmei’s still chubby cheeks while she wasn’t paying attention, and said, “Don’t put so much pressure on yourself. Learn from your sister, who doesn’t even blink when she kills someone. What are you worrying about?”

Mingmei: “…”

Thanks, that didn’t make me feel any better.

Also, “My sister didn’t kill anyone. Hongxiao was protecting her master.” Mingmei felt she should emphasize that. “Mei Jiu is still so young. She’s not as… ruthless as you say. She didn’t kill anyone.”

“Right, right, right, you’re right.” Lu Xiaoyao nodded repeatedly, her attitude very perfunctory. Then she looked at Mingmei and said, “Look at you now, protecting Mei Jiu like an old hen. You’re only a little bit older than her, so why are you like this? Take care of yourself more. You were crying just now, Meimei.”

Lu Xiaoyao sighed. She had watched Mingmei go from having unfocused eyes to gradually regaining her spirit, tears falling uncontrollably, then wiping away the tears without saying anything about her crying.

“Who are you crying for?” Lu Xiaoyao couldn’t help but sigh, handing Mingmei the handkerchief that Mei Jiu had given her earlier.

She recognized who the handkerchief belonged to at a glance.

“Your sister said that you always end up crying like this, but you never say who you’re crying for.”

“Do I?” Mingmei touched the spot where she had just wiped away her tears. *Guigui, did I used to do this too?*

*Yes.*

Speaking of which, Guigui’s mood became even heavier.

Of course, it knew who Mingmei was crying for, but she herself didn’t even remember who she had cried for. No wonder everyone else was worried about her.

What was wrong with its host in the past?

Guigui, who hadn't been involved in Mingmei's past, was now a little numb. This was just a game, and luckily, its host had it to remind her. But before, without it, how did its host and Mu Chen get along for so long?

“Ah, forget it, don’t think about it. Are you hungry?” Realizing that her words might have been inappropriate, Lu Xiaoyao awkwardly changed the subject. “I’m pretty hungry. Do you want to go to the kitchen and I’ll make you something to eat?”

“You? Make something for me to eat?”

Sure enough, mentioning Lu Xiaoyao’s cooking attracted Mingmei’s attention.

“Of course! I’ve been influenced by your dad for so long!”

Seeing Lu Xiaoyao full of confidence and pulling her out, Mingmei felt she could still struggle a bit.

“What do the senior sisters of Bibo Yaoshan eat at night? We can just eat some of that.”

Unexpectedly, after Mingmei finished speaking, it was Lu Xiaoyao’s turn to look melancholy.

“Immortals only drink dew.”

Mingmei: ???

Lu Xiaoyao caught Mingmei’s blank look and added, “Bibo Yaoshan only provides meals at noon. In the morning and evening, they only have nectar from spiritual flowers, or—some medicinal soup made from spiritual herbs.”

They were lucky to have arrived in the morning and had lunch, but the lunch was so bland that Lu Xiaoyao didn’t enjoy it at all.

Afterwards, Lu Xiaoyao met Charlie and the others, and their conversation included the food at Bibo Yaoshan.

It was really too bland!

Too vegetarian!

It made Charlie and the others’ faces turn green!

Even if Buddhist cultivators didn’t eat meat, this was too much!

So, tonight, when she mentioned eating with Mingmei, she directly decided that she would cook.

Mingmei still remembered the disastrous scenes of Lu Xiaoyao cooking in the God of Cookery inheritance game. After so long, was her cooking really edible?

With some doubt, Mingmei and Lu Xiaoyao went to the Bibo Yaoshan cafeteria, but they ran into a group of people with similar ideas.

Charlie, Madison, Mei Jiu, and Changuang.

Mingmei hadn’t expected Changuang to be here. Changuang naturally had a face of indifference and detachment from worldly desires. Did he also like heavy flavors when he ate?

However, Mingmei noticed that Changuang had been standing in the corner of the kitchen the whole time, watching the other three fumble around.

Just a second before Mingmei and the others entered, a potato that had been whittled down to a stick flew to Mingmei’s feet.

Mingmei: …

It was quite speechless. How could a group of cultivators be so bad at cutting vegetables?

“Damn, who did this?” Unlike Mingmei, who had a rich inner monologue, Lu Xiaoyao couldn’t help but blurt out whatever she was thinking. Seeing the potato that looked like a stick, she couldn’t hold back. “Pfft, hahaha! How could anyone be so bad, hahahaha!”

After she said that, the three people in the kitchen suddenly stopped what they were doing, collectively retracted their feet, looked at the escaping potato stick on the ground, and looked like, "I don't know, I don't know, this is not my potato."

So, Lu Xiaoyao asked again, “Who did it? Even if you can’t say their name, you can point them out.”

Everyone in the kitchen: “Not me! It was him!!”

This was the moment to show who was familiar with whom. As expected, Mingmei quickly saw Mei Jiu pointing at Madison, but then suddenly found that the two fingers beside her were both pointing at her.

Mei Jiu: ???

Are you guys being polite?