064 Waiting in Vain to Be Served

“Five. Which flavor would you like?” Mrs. Xie asked.

Xie Yihuang thought for a moment before replying, “The one with pickled vegetables, bamboo shoots, and shredded pork. The savory one should be tastier, I think.”

Mrs. Xie wrapped one and handed it to Xie Yihuang. She skillfully turned the sticky rice cake dough filled with savory vegetables and pork into a rice cake dumpling.

Xie Yihuang took a bite. “Delicious.”

After making one for herself, Mrs. Xie agreed, “It really is good. The rice used for these rice cake dumplings is quite nice. It seems this year—”

With her logic that defies ordinary reasoning, I truly have nothing to say—she managed to lose the clue, and now we have to find another.

My palms were still sweaty, and after grabbing her hand, I could feel my own starting to sweat even more.

Xingtian had already rushed forward, casting aside his massive shield, gripping the axe handle with both hands, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

Many skilled players on the street courts still can’t hold their own against the last benchwarmer in the professional leagues—such is the difference in physicality.

By now, Yun Fanfan was almost certain that the person who barely reached her waist was indeed Luo Fu.

In mid-May, thanks to the counselor’s tireless efforts, the probation placed on Zhou Yang for skipping over sixty classes last year was finally lifted.

The reporters didn’t dare say a word. Perhaps because of Ginobili’s injury, the old man’s mood tonight wasn’t exactly pleasant.

Reverse gear should be at the very end. Lin Luan’s right hand, still bleeding, groped for the gear while the passenger side window was already completely smashed in, and a baseball bat was reaching in, about to jab him.

Chen Luo nodded. He was about to remove the ring and slip it into his pocket when, on a sudden thought, he willed it away, and the ring vanished from his finger.

“Wang Qiang!?” Ke Yuandao’s gaze fell on the worried-looking man before him, and he quietly called out his name.

Not long after the apocalypse began, any aircraft that made loud noises were phased out, leaving only those powered by electricity and enhanced by other technologies.

None of them had expected Tang Ming to know so much, and Song Zhe, in particular, remembered how, before he entered the Law Fragment, his mother and two aunts had warned him at length.

Li Daoran casually suppressed the flying sword on his right with holy power and placed it in his spatial ring, causing the others to raise their brows in surprise.

For the Earth-grade cultivators, the darkness ahead posed a significant challenge, but the students from Tianxin Academy were well prepared for their journey into the Shadowy Forest, having received prior warning.

Mo Chen nodded. Fang Xiaoxue had a point—even if they weren’t sure Xu Bin would go so far as to block the cave entrance, it wasn’t impossible.

Of course, disbelief aside, An Lu didn’t want to embarrass Yang Yi or dampen his spirits. She figured she might as well tag along since she had nothing better to do; maybe, after seeing it for herself, he’d give up the idea.

Yet, with Philippos at their head, the master teachers of these apprentices seemed to realize something, their faces and hearts filled with shock.

Zhu Ran, on the other hand, was a colorless and odorless gas with remarkable combustion-enhancing properties. When paired with the Fire Spirit Technique, its power multiplied instantly.

“Next.” As soon as Su Yiyi’s teleportation succeeded, Gu Canglan immediately prepared to send the next imperial scion.

All around, the crowd was jeering and shouting. Qin Feng gave me a mischievous shove, and my lips landed squarely on Jiang Ciyun’s.

I have to admit, seeing him remain so calm and aloof unsettled both men. It was a far cry from the standard they needed him to meet—how could they even begin to persuade him to follow their plan?

Outside, a rooster crowed, reminding me that dawn had arrived. My eldest sister said the effects of the medicine wouldn’t last long—I guessed Jin Yan’s cravings were returning.

“If someone asks who I am to you, how will you answer? So many people have already sent gifts ahead of time—yours and Lin Chao’s.” The day he told me he’d explain what happened at the entertainment club, my heart was already in turmoil. He took me shopping, bought me clothes, and at last, I couldn’t hold back and had to ask.