"What? You didn't say that last time!"
Nan Tianzong's voice suddenly rose by manifold.
It turned out that kicking the gods out was harder than inviting them in! Whom had he offended to have incurred the wrath of this little witch so easily?
"Last time? You also said you'd never bring it up again. Nan Tianzong, don't you start playing tricks like those demure ladies, I would think less of you!"
Gan Miaoruo gave him a disdainful look, happily put down the mushrooms, and turned back into the kitchen to stir-fry another portion of vegetables. Just one dish for a meal?
Clang! ——
She had just turned around when a loud crash sounded from behind her. She quickly looked back to see that the plate of mushrooms had spilled onto the ground, rolling in countless bits of dirt—it was obvious they were no longer edible.
"Ah —— how did it fall? What are we going to eat tonight, what should we do?"