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"Xiao Lan, where did you win this night pearl from?" Inside Lanruo Temple, Shong Ling took Yulan's debt and asked in confusion.
"I..."
Yulan had just started speaking when she heard her own hoarse voice. Shong Ling quickly interrupted her and handed her a cup of clear tea. "Moisten your throat first. Look at the dark circles under your eyes, the sallow complexion, and the hoarse voice. You really look like a true Black Mountain Old Demon."
"……"
Yulan Upon hearing this, Yulan choked on her sip of tea, feeling deeply troubled.
Yulan This demon has obsessive-compulsive disorder. If she doesn't get what she wants, she won't be able to sleep.
This is also why she was willing to stay up all night playing Madiao with Shong Ling in order to pursue him.
However, the reason why Yulan can't sleep now is all because of Changheng's colorful delicate hairpin.
After leaving Lanruo Temple, Yulan went straight to Changheng's residence.
The gentle breeze brushes by, causing peach blossom petals to fall like rain.
From a distance, Yulan sees Changheng sitting under a peach blossom tree in a white robe, with picturesque features, calmly sipping tea.
Apart from the short poisonous tree Yulan, there is no grass growing on the surrounded by foul air Luofu Mountain, let alone blooming peach blossoms.
"Is it beautiful?" Changheng set down the teacup and asked with a smile.
"His son is incredibly beautiful." Yulan thought to herself, startled by the thought.
Yulan was taken aback by Changheng's slightly stiff smile, and he said with a hint of grievance, "I am universally recognized as a handsome man in the heavens, how come I have become a man-eating monster in your eyes?"
In the eight hundred years of knowing Changheng, Yulan had never seen him look so harmless.
At this moment, he was sitting, while Yulan was standing. Perhaps the contrast was too great, and for a moment, Yulan seemed to be possessed, gently touching his head and comforting him, "Even if you were a man-eating monster, you would still be the most beautiful."
A glimmer of light flashed in Changheng's eyes, as he looked up at Yulan and said, "Little one, while I'm in a good mood now, if you agree to one condition, I will give you the colorful delicate hairpin."
"Really?!"
Thinking about being able to obtain the coveted magical tool, Yulan got so excited that she nodded in agreement without even asking about the conditions.
The next day, when Yulan was coughing from the thick smoke in the kitchen, Yulan finally realized and shed bitter tears.
The heartless Changheng actually made Yulan serve as his maid for two hundred years before giving her the colorful and exquisite jade hairpin!
Being his maid for two hundred years is nothing more than following him around like a shadow wherever he goes. But just when she thought she had it made, Changheng sneered, "As my maid, you must prepare three exquisite desserts and lotus seed soup for breakfast every day. For lunch, Yulan prefers sweet and sour spare ribs and braised squab. Dinner can be more casual, with a few dishes like crystal pork trotters and jade shrimp. As for the tea I like to drink, it must be brewed with morning dew..."
When Yulan heard Changheng's outrageous request, she wished she could shove the mud on the ground into his mouth, but only if Yulan were tall enough...
"Shorty, how much longer are you going to dawdle over this simple breakfast?"
Changheng leisurely leaned against the kitchen door, chatting idly, while Yulan angrily brandished a spatula and headed towards him.
"Be careful!"
Upon hearing Changheng's nervous voice, Yulan realized she was standing on a small stool only at the moment her foot slipped into the air. Due to the twisted ankle, her unbalanced body quickly fell towards the ground.
Done, done. Yulan tightly closed her eyes, preparing to embrace the ground tightly, but the expected pain did not come.
A faint ink fragrance lingered at the tip of her nose, and her body seemed to sink into a soft cloud.
When Yulan opened her eyes, she found herself in the embrace of Changheng instead of the soft clouds.
Changheng blushed and muttered, "You're the most foolish little demon I've ever seen, always so restless!"
At that moment, Yulan felt dizzy, as if she had seen too many emotions in Changheng's eyes. It felt like she would disappear from his sight in the next moment out of fear.
In the moment Yulan was distracted, Changheng had already carried Yulan back to the room.
At the ankle, there was a coolness from the ointment. Changheng lowered his head, his black hair falling like ink on his face. His long eyelashes trembled lightly like a fan, causing Yulan's usually calm heart to skip a beat.
"Luckily, it didn't hurt the bone. You have to stay here and rest for a few days, no getting up." After applying the medicine, Changheng said to Yulan with a touch of annoyance.
It's great not to have to go down, so Yulan doesn't have to go into the kitchen for now.
As the Golden Crow sets in the west, Yulan lies on the bed and faintly smells a meaty aroma.
When Changheng brought a bowl of Lotus Root and Pork Rib Soup to Yulan, Yulan couldn't help but open her mouth in astonishment.
On Luofu Mountain, apart from her, there were no other plants, let alone water caltrop.
It's as if Yulan could see the doubt in Changheng's eyes, and he coldly snorted, "Who do you think I am? What's so difficult about planting some water caltrop in the backyard pond."
Because she was so shocked, Yulan almost forgot that Changheng was a celestial being from the Ninth Heaven, and his spiritual power could naturally purify the impurities on Luofu Mountain.
"Did you stew this soup yourself?" Yulan asked, still shocked.
Changheng rolled his eyes at Yulan and said, "Who else can you rely on? Finish the soup and rest early."
The refreshing and moist soup spread in the mouth, Yulan had never eaten water caltrop before, and didn't know that Changheng had such culinary skills: "Delicious."
Yulan blinked like a beggar dog on the roadside and asked, "Can I drink this water caltrop soup again tomorrow?"
Changheng remained silent as Yulan, feeling anxious, tugged at his sleeve and coquettishly said, "My dearest master, please agree to this once. I promise to wholeheartedly serve you well after I recover from my injuries."
"What did you say?" Changheng suddenly raised his eyes.
As a senior foodie, Yulan's dignity has long been blown away by the wind.
Yulan raised a smile and flicked the ink-colored chopsticks: "Yulan, my dearest master, please be generous and treat Yulan to a bowl of Lotus Root and Pork Rib Soup tomorrow."
Seeing him nod in agreement, Yulan felt a surge of joy in her heart, but couldn't help feeling a little melancholic.
Yulan had known him for eight hundred years, but in those eight hundred years, every time Yulan and he met, it was always in opposition.
She has never realized that Changheng is someone who can be swayed with flattery.
It seems that if Yulan goes along with him and flatters him more, perhaps he won't make things too difficult for her in the next two hundred years.
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