Dressed as the sister of the richest literary lady of the era

Yue Yunzhu has always been comfortable. Regardless of whether there are outsiders or not, she and Song Suisui always get along like this.

Once Ling Jiamu was injured, she calmed down a little.

After applying ice, Song Suisui took the medicinal wine that Yue Yunzhu had smuggled out from space and said, "This medicinal wine is very effective. You should be almost ready tomorrow after applying it."

Ling Jiamu was a member of a boy band, and dancers often bumped into each other. He also used a lot of medicinal wine or oil to treat bruises and injuries.

But the medicinal wine Song Suisui applied to him was obviously a little different.

Because as soon as he applied it, he felt a slight cooling sensation on the red and swollen area, and the pain was instantly relieved.

"This medicinal wine is very effective. Where did you buy it?"

Ling Jiamu and the others actually need the medicinal wine that takes effect instantly.

Song Suisui laughed when he heard this, "This is Yue Yunzhu's homemade medicinal wine. If you want it, you probably have to go find her."

Ling Jiamu: "..."

He had some opinions about Yue Yunzhu just now, and felt shameless to buy medicinal wine from her.

"Yunzhu has a carefree temper and won't take what happened just now to heart. You can tell her directly."

"Oh~" Ling Jiamu nodded, still a little embarrassed to ask.

Song Suisui did not continue Amway. Anyway, Ling Jiamu himself would definitely be able to feel the effect of the medicinal wine.

The medicines around her were all prepared by Yue Yunzhu.

After all, even ordinary pills in the world of cultivation are countless times more powerful than those in the 1970s.

Yue Yunzhu was preparing lunch in the kitchen. With her sensitive hearing, she naturally heard what Song Suisui and Ling Jiamu said.

She curled her lips and thought: Is her medicinal wine so easy to get?
After packing the medicine box, Song Suisui said to Ling Jiamu, "You can take a rest here first, and I'll prepare lunch with Yunzhu."

"Do you need my help?" Ling Jiamu wanted to get up and go help together. Song Suisui quickly pressed his shoulders and said, "No, the injury on your hand is not healed yet."

Ling Jiamu looked at Song Suisui, who was busy putting on an apron after entering the kitchen, and suddenly felt a burst of smoke.

He hasn't experienced a fire at home in many years since his debut.

The house he bought was decorated with a beautiful kitchen, but no matter how beautiful the kitchen was, except for boiling water for instant noodles and making some soup, it was so clean that there was no smell of smoke.

Maybe this is the difference between a house with a mistress and a house without a mistress.

Song Suisui didn't know that he was thinking about this. She was talking to Yue Yunzhu to ask her to restrain herself a little in front of outsiders.

Yue Yunzhu teased her for treating Ling Jiamu as an outsider...

"I'm not with him, so why isn't he an outsider?"

"Okay, you're right!" Yue Yunzhu said, glancing in Ling Jiamu's direction and found that he had fallen asleep on the armrest of the sofa.

She nuzzled at Song Suisui and asked her to come over and take a look.

Song Suisui wiped the water off his hands and walked quietly to Ling Jiamu.

Although Ling Jiamu's posture was a bit weird, Song Suisui didn't move him, but just found a blanket to cover him.

Ling Jiamu vaguely smelled a fragrance, and unconsciously began to dream about delicious food.

"It's so delicious! Give me a taste." Yue Yunzhu looked at the crispy pork that had just come out of the pot and smacked his lips.

Song Suisui stuffed a small piece of crispy meat into her mouth. After Yue Yunzhu tasted it, she came close to Song Suisui and whispered: "This meat is much more delicious than spiritual pork."

"What kind of meat did you raise?"

Song Suisui was a little curious. Yue Yunzhu had already prepared the meat when she took it out, and she didn't know what kind of meat it was.

Yue Yunzhu glanced at Song Suisui meaningfully and asked, "Do you really want to know?"

Seeing her like this, Song Suisui suddenly became unsure, "Could it be the meat of some weird spiritual beast?"

"It's weird but not weird at all. It's just an ordinary first-order spiritual beast."

"Listen to what you said, did you fight it yourself?" "Yes, you fought it in the sect's disciple trial forest."

"So what kind of spiritual beast is it?"

"Hehe~ It's the mollusk you hate the most."

When Song Suisui heard about molluscs, his hair stood up immediately.

"Could it be snake meat?"

Yue Yunzhu burst into laughter, "You guessed it right."

Song Suisui suddenly couldn't look directly at the plate of crispy pork.

But thinking about the taste of the crispy meat, she felt that since she didn't see the ugly appearance of the spiritual beast, it wouldn't stop her from eating meat.

Seeing that she accepted it quickly, Yue Yunzhu felt bored.

Song Suisui rolled his eyes at her: "Other people become more mature as they live, so why do you become more childish as time goes by? You are an old monster who is almost a thousand years old after all!"

"A thousand years old is the age of a young man among cultivators in the Star Source Realm. He is not old at all!"

"Pfft! We are not old. Our Yue Yunzhu is as beautiful as a flower. We are the flower of wealth in the world of cultivation!"

Ling Jiamu's sleeping posture was a little bad, and he felt a little uncomfortable in his neck, so he woke up drowsily rubbing his eyes.

Looking towards the kitchen, I happened to see Yue Yunzhu leaning on the island, talking and laughing with Song Suisui.

The atmosphere between the two of them was very harmonious, which was even more harmonious than when they were together with him.

Inexplicably, Ling Jiamu was a little envious.

Feeling Ling Jiamu's gaze, Yue Yunzhu glanced back, then tugged at the hem of Song Suisui's clothes.

"When the person wakes up, take him to the bathroom to clean up."

Song Suisui looked back, stir-fried the vegetables, turned off the heat, put them on the plate, and handed the rest to Yue Yunzhu.

"You're awake, do you want to wash your face?"

"Okay." Ling Jiamu stood up and followed Song Suisui to the guest room.

Song Suisui explained the location of various supplies, then closed the door and left.

Song Suisui didn't cook many dishes for lunch for the three of them, just four dishes and one soup.

When Ling Jiamu washed his face and came out, he saw that Yue Yunzhu and Song Suisui had laid out the dishes and chopsticks and were waiting for him.

"I'm sorry..." Ling Jiamu suddenly felt embarrassed thinking that he hadn't done anything to help and had even slept, and now he was being asked to wait for him to eat.

"Don't be so formal, just be more casual." Yue Yunzhu said lazily leaning on the back of the chair.

She looked at Ling Jiamu's hand and said, "Is your hand okay?"

When Ling Jiamu heard this, he immediately moved his hands and found that there was no pain at all. He rolled up his sleeves and saw that the redness and swelling had dissipated, leaving only some light purple.

"The effect of this medicinal wine is really great!" Ling Jiamu pressed the bruised area and felt no pain.

Yue Yunzhu complained in her heart that she didn't add enough water, because the effect was too strong.

Song Suisui also thought the effect was great and glanced at Yue Yunzhu.

Yue Yunzhu gave her a "don't panic" look, and then said lazily: "Yes, there are a lot of precious medicinal materials! If the effect is not good, I won't use them for you. After all, I was the one who caused your injury. Yes, I will definitely cure you."

"Oh~" Ling Jiamu nodded, but when Yue Yunzhu listened to Yue Yunzhu's words, he asked suspiciously: "Are you a doctor? Or are you in drug development?"

Yue Yunzhu: "..."

Song Suisui: "Pfft~"

Ling Jiamu: "???"

Seeing the strange expressions on their faces, he couldn't help but wonder, did he say something wrong?