One day, Song Shuhang was suddenly added to a chat group with many seniors that suffered from chuuni disease. The people inside the group would call each other ‘Fellow Daoist’ and had all different kinds of titles: Palace Master, Cave Lord, True Monarch, Immortal Master, etc. Even the pet of the founder of the group that had run away from home was called ‘monster dog’. They would talk all day about pill refining, exploring ancient ruins, or share their experience on techniques. However, after lurking inside the group for a while, he discovered that not all was what it seemed...
‘Maybe I’m imagining things, but didn’t the quantity of spiritual qi in the building increase?’ Song Shuhang thought while moving toward the fridge.
And just as he took a few snacks and was planning to heat them up with the microwave oven, Doudou quietly squatted down on a side and looked at him with a playful look in his eyes.
Song Shuhang had seen this look several times. Therefore, he was particularly sensitive to it.
Is there something wrong with what I’m doing now?
He looked at the snacks in his hand and at his attire... it didn’t seem that there was anything wrong.
"Doudou, if you have something to say, just say it, ok?" Song Shuhang helplessly said.
"It’s nothing. I’m just very interested in seeing how you’re planning to heat up those snacks with the ‘microwave oven’." Doudou said with a grin, and making a grin with the appearance of a pekingese must have been quite the task for him.