Some Tales from the Rice Cake Factory

“I don’t need your help here, go play by yourselves,” Madam Xie said, refusing to let the children do what she could manage on her own.

“I haven’t practiced my calligraphy properly these past two days. I’ll go do that now,” Xie Yihuang said, greeting Madam Xie before heading back to his room.

Xie Yunfeng stared in astonishment for a while before turning to Madam Xie. “Mom, it’s almost New Year’s, how can anyone actually enjoy studying now?”

Madam Xie shot Xie Yunfeng a look, exasperated.

Meanwhile, Su Ruhui found that keeping a patient company was far more comfortable than merely serving as background decoration.

The hall was lively—not only Zhou Yier, but from Gan Ran to Gan Pei, all were present. Only the Crown Prince was absent, as he was required to attend court deliberations.

A glimmer of disappointment flashed in Gu Hu’s eyes, but he said nothing further. During the meal, the Crown Prince tried to catch his eye several times before he finally realized and offered toasts to the Empress Dowager and the others. Su Ruhui, however, was on edge, fearful that the Empress Dowager might once again bring up her marriage. At last, the evening meal came to an end, and after Long Tai and the other two kept them company for a while, they took their leave.

“I don’t like being threatened… nor do I like seeing my people threatened,” Helan Yao said, her meaning clear as she looked at Qin Botian.

Backstage, Wang Zui’s expression was utterly grim—even he hadn’t expected his own team to lose to Wang Yue’s counterattack under the tower.

Su Mianmian could keenly sense the envious gazes directed at her—each one sharp as a blade, stabbing her repeatedly in the chest.

The administrator kept switching the screens, and when Fu Jingyan called to stop, the image froze on the breakroom.

Decades of marriage, yet he’d never felt a shred of affection for her, and still she had lived with him for all these years. How foolish must she have been, to have done such a thing?

It seemed that from the day he resigned, he had foreseen this moment—that not long after, he would face SKT in the championship finals.

“This is my mother, an expert in biochemistry. She came with me today especially,” Ji Ye replied with a smile.

Its most formidable aura was like a plague, able to spread through any medium, particularly fond of practitioners, making them lose their senses and become its accomplices.

As soon as they arrived, without Zhang Tie having to say a word, Deng Wei sensed something was wrong—the surroundings were far too silent.

Su Yan felt much relieved at these words. Xiuzhen brought over some thin porridge, and Mr. Su personally fed it to Yan’er. Drowsy and muddled, Yan’er ate, finding it sweet and fragrant.

“Yes, the main formation is on the left, the auxiliary on the right. Later, you’ll need to inscribe these main formation diagrams onto the shells of those elder-level lava giant centipedes, and the rest only require the auxiliary formation diagrams,” Brother Hong Niu explained simply.

Ji Tong and the others had left the city gates at dawn, riding horseback and practicing archery at the foot of the mountain all morning. Now they rested in the pavilion, wiping their sweat and waiting for Lady Ji’s party.

Shouxu let out a sigh. Typhoons are the most severe natural disaster Taiwan faces; every time one sweeps through, it causes huge economic losses, and there’s nothing that can be done but to endure.

My phone rang just then. I had a feeling it was him, so I walked a bit farther from the court before answering.

These groups of bandits were fewer in number, but made up of elite fighters. Having lived on the edge for years, they might not match Zhang Tie’s soldiers, but compared to the ordinary, comfortable county troops of Taigu, they were far stronger.

Yu Fei sensed something was off inside and pulled on the reins. Mr. Su led Yan’er out of the carriage and alighted. He circled around to unbind the clever, snow-white horse. The princess opened the window to see Su Yan lift Yan’er onto the horse’s back, then mount behind her. She was so furious she slammed the window shut.

“Master?” Luo Xue sensed a cold, chilling aura emanating from Zhou Zixuan, making her fearful. Was her master about to punish her? Luo Xue squeezed her eyes shut.