“Alright, stop laughing. I heard you’ve been cooped up in here for days, so I brought some jelly I made today for you to try. Don’t work yourself to death, Nie Kuang is fine now,” Yan Xinmeng handed him the jelly.
“Is this another one of your new creations?” Wu Yangfeng took the jelly, noticing it looked like a vegetable jelly he had once tried.
“Yes! I’ve improved it,” Yan Xinmeng’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Try it, see if it’s good.”
Wu Yangfeng took a spoonful and tasted it, while Yan Xinmeng watched him intently. “Is it good?” she asked cautiously.
Wu Yangfeng remained silent. Oh, from his expression, it must not be good. I must have added too much powder. Yan Xinmeng pouted in frustration.
Seeing her expression, Wu Yangfeng couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s delicious!”
Huh? Did I hear that right? Big Brother Wu said it’s delicious? Yan Xinmeng blinked hard.
“Stop blinking, it really is delicious,” Wu Yangfeng teased.
“Hmph, you were teasing me,” Yan Xinmeng’s lips pouted, able to hold three pounds of meat.
“Haha! You teased me first, I just gave you a taste of your own medicine,” Wu Yangfeng laughed heartily.
“If you laugh again, I’ll poison you next time!” Yan Xinmeng raised her hand, pretending to force something into Wu Yangfeng’s mouth.
This girl, just as Bie Ye said, wears her heart on her sleeve, not knowing how to hide her emotions, yet she’s sensible, smart, lively, and talented in every way, and also hardworking. Who wouldn’t like her? Where could one find such a perfect woman? Even he… Wu Yangfeng was startled by his own thoughts, realizing he, who prided himself on being detached, was actually moved by her, and she was his friend’s wife, which was truly inappropriate.
Feeling Wu Yangfeng’s gaze, Yan Xinmeng felt embarrassed. “Big Brother Wu, what’s wrong? Why aren’t you talking?”
“Oh, it’s nothing,” Wu Yangfeng pushed away his thoughts.
“I thought I scared you. I wouldn’t really poison you,” Yan Xinmeng thought she had frightened him.
Poison? Right, since the Nine Revolutions Soul-Returning Pill was hers, why not just ask her directly? Wu Yangfeng smacked his forehead in frustration for not thinking of this sooner.
“Dream girl, do you know the recipe for the Nine Revolutions Soul-Returning Pill?”
“I’m sorry, Big Brother Wu, I don’t know,” Yan Xinmeng apologized.
“It’s okay, perhaps your friend might know. If you get a chance, could you introduce us?” Wu Yangfeng asked sincerely.
“You want to meet him? That might not be a good idea!” Yan Xinmeng laughed awkwardly, knowing only the dead could meet him, and she didn’t want Wu Yangfeng to get involved.
“Why would that be bad? Is there some difficulty?” There indeed was a significant difficulty; how could she explain? She didn’t even know when Niu Qi would appear, how could she help? And even if he did appear, nobody could see him. This was a real headache.
“Dream girl…” Then she remembered! Niu Qi had said he would definitely show up once they had the Time Mirror. “Big Brother Wu, I can help you, but we need to find the Time Mirror first.”
