Chapter 35: The Children Have All Fallen in Love with Mealtimes

Today was Jiang Sui-sui’s first day as the head chef. After reviewing the menu prepared by the nutritionist, she promptly began directing Wu Chen-chen in the kitchen.

Everything proceeded with methodical order, which greatly pleased Old Zhang as he watched the surveillance footage. When he reported to the director, he couldn’t help but offer his praise.

"Director, Jiang Sui-sui is performing quite well. If she can maintain this standard, I believe she might even be capable of stepping into my position."

On the other end of the line, Cheng Ye was surprised by Old Zhang’s high regard for Jiang.

Ebony-like pupils, a high and heroic nose, brows like flying swords, and lips like vermillion ink—his white robes outlined a lean yet remarkably upright figure, making him appear like an immortal descended from the ninth heaven.

"Take that ghost seal on your hand, for example. How did you get it? Capturing a ghost, merging it, forming a seal, and then constantly feeding the ghost seal—that is ghost-rearing. The principle is exactly the same as raising *gu* insects," Grandfather continued.

Every time he slept with a girl, he would invent a story, all for the purpose of spending less money when he bedded the young women in my family.

"Really? That’s wonderful! Do you know, Huang Xuan? You’ve made a fortune!" Si-yu exclaimed excitedly.

Suddenly, legends of the Spirit Eye began to spread throughout the world, as many people had witnessed the Spirit Eye with their own eyes on the battlefield.

"The Yin-Yang Eye possesses the power to sever life and death. The Ghost Master of the Spirit Eye used this ability to kill them, so that no matter who investigates later, they will never trace it back to me. His original intention was to kill everyone, to prevent news of me receiving his inheritance from spreading."

Every member of the Yin-Yang Sect present had cultivated the Yin-Yang Millstone of their sect. The moment the divine Yin-Yang Millstone appeared, they all felt their own internal millstones suppressed, especially those disciples with lower cultivation, such as Xiang Feng and Zhu Le.

Empress Xuan-ren looked at the joyful gathering of Pang Tu-you’s family and thought of the recently departed Emperor Long-wu, Pang Jia far away in Canaan, and her other children and grandchildren scattered across the Holy Capital. A sense of desolation and loneliness washed over her once more, though she dared not let it show on her face.

"I’m asking you, so why are you asking me back? What if it is him?" Feng Zhao demanded, looking fierce.

She could have joined others in kicking the three of them while they were down, but she was unsure of Huang Xuan’s stance; after all, he had nearly killed her earlier. This time, she absolutely could not be the one to stick her neck out.

The wealthy daughter of the Shen family seducing a cold, domineering CEO in a hotel, only for him to remain unmoved and the affair to end in embarrassment—that was the kind of scandalous headline everyone wanted to see.

"Where are we going?" Although Yang Yun-hui asked this aloud, he was thinking to himself that it was probably just another visit to one of his mother’s friends.

Wu Ying-ying was clamoring to come out. Since she claimed the Dark Star people had their own independent language, Bai Yi had no choice but to let her out.

Thinking this, his eyes darkened, and a thin mist rose in the corners, instantly blurring his vision.

"Pfft." Bai Yan failed to swallow her bite, choking so hard she couldn't catch her breath.

"Heh, a high-level Wind-element Divine Profound technique, the Four-Phase Wind Dragon Roar. Interesting. This year’s Cang-shan students are stronger than the last," Li Si-han of Dan-xiang said with a faint smile after witnessing the hurricane.

Some believed this behavior would affect the quality of voice acting, discouraging many voice actors with average looks from entering the profession.

It was presented as a question, but without waiting for Feng Wu to answer, he wrapped an arm around his slender waist and flew off into the distance.

"My surname is Gu, and my given name is Yan-mo. Have you remembered it?" Gu Yan-mo looked down at her and said sternly.

Ling Xi-ze had barely stepped out when his wrist was seized by a sudden force. In the split second he reacted, he chose not to resist, and the next moment, he was yanked aside and slammed against the wall next to the elevator door.

Liu Ke-hong sighed in his heart. This battle was the first demonstration of his command abilities, and compared to the combat he was experiencing personally at that moment, it was far more thrilling and filled with anticipation.