Although there was a slight misunderstanding, it didn't affect anything. Little Jingliu shook her blue-and-white hair, which was stained with a bit of dust, and then very naturally pressed her equally dusty small hands onto Wangshu's clothes, wiping them clean.
"Little Wangshu, I have a question."
She raised her face.
"What question?"
"Why do you want to set up a stall?" This was a doubt she had been holding back the entire way. "Aren't we... well, not short of money for the time being?"
"To adapt to Cangcheng's environment, and incidentally find something to do for myself. Making money isn't the primary goal."
Mainly, it was because he hadn't expected Asta to be so generous at the start... Asta's judgment was always so good. Wangshu silently praised himself in his heart.
Oh. Jingliu nodded her head; then it was fine.
She had thought Wangshu's brain was broken, wanting to work part-time despite having so much money.
"But, why don't you look for a normal job?"
Jingliu tilted her small head.
Wangshu's mood was somewhat complex. "I work in civil engineering. I don't think my physique allows me to find a job in my field here in Cangcheng."
Although civil engineering didn't equate to manual labor, it was impossible to do civil engineering without manual labor.
Jingliu understood instantly. For a short-life species coming to a nation of long-life species, wanting to gain an advantage in terms of physical stamina... was too difficult, simply too difficult. She stood on her tiptoes and patted Wangshu's arm comfortingly.
The conversation came to a temporary pause. The storage room had taken on a completely new look. The originally dust-covered longsword and the Support Flying Swords had been carefully wiped clean and hung neatly on the wall, shimmering with a restrained cold light. The purchased flour and various ingredients were also categorized and arranged in perfect order.
Jingliu skipped out of the storage room, seemingly in a good mood. Walking to the bathroom door, she suddenly stopped, turned around, and wore a teasing yet bright smile on her face.
"I'm going to take a shower~ Do you need me to leave the door open for you? Little Wangshu."
Wangshu: ...
He fell silent for a moment, then feigned surprise. "Sure!"
Eh!
Jingliu, whose verbal teasing had backfired, saw her small face freeze instantly. Her red lips parted slightly, but she stammered and couldn't say a word, her ears turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Ugh... Little Wangshu..."
"Alright, I won't tease you anymore." Wangshu quit while he was ahead, smiling and waving his hand. "You go wash first. I won't go in. After all, thinking about it carefully, it seems I've only known the current you for two days."
Two days. It was truly not a long period, and could even be said to be an extremely brief span of time. Even if the person in front of him was Jingliu—the future Flawless Flash, the Prisoner, the ice-element crimson-eyed white-haired crazy beauty Sword Champion with a sharp tongue.
But two days was simply too short. It was so short that while Wangshu planned for the future with his mouth, his heart still held a sense of dreamlike unreality, as if everything he was experiencing now was particularly untrue.
Little Jingliu's cheeks flushed slightly, but she tried hard to straighten her small body, stood on her tiptoes, and patted Wangshu's shoulder once again.
"Don't be sad. I will take care of you on her behalf."
Looking at Jingliu standing on her tiptoes, the slight confusion in Wangshu's heart was washed away considerably. He chuckled softly, "So, can I sneak in later?"
Jingliu: ...
"I'm going to shower first!"
After saying this, she no longer had the courage to continue the conversation and ran *thump-thump-thump* into the bathroom beside her.
He didn't know if she locked the door or not.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wangshu accepted the second Red Packet given by the rich woman.
A portable multi-functional stall cart, equipped with basic energy and preservation modules. It could even expand... and it even had two large buckets.
Wangshu prepared the sauces, attempting to replicate the taste in his memories. It wasn't until he stood behind the small cart that he suddenly realized this cart seemed to be designed for distributing porridge. However, after modification, using it to make Jianbing pancakes seemed exceptionally suitable.
Girls always seemed to take a long time in the shower. When Little Jingliu appeared again, she had changed into a refreshing set of loungewear. Her wet blue-and-white long hair was wrapped in a towel, and her cheeks were flushed red from the steam. The earlier awkwardness seemed to have evaporated with the water vapor.
"Little Wangshu, I left the door open for you today."
She raised her small face. Her entire being seemed to have regained its vitality. She was still smiling, bright and lively; she wasn't cold or icy in the slightest.
Wangshu: ...
The joke naturally didn't continue. Jingliu ran *da-da-da* to the side of the small cart, propped herself up with her small hands, and sat lightly on the railing to the side. Swinging her small legs, she watched earnestly as Little Wangshu kneaded dough and mixed sauces there.
It was very boring, yet also quite interesting.
"Let's eat this tonight... hmm, Jianbing pancakes. How about it?" she suggested.
"Eat this for dinner?"
Jianbing pancakes were for the morning. Eating two meals of it when busy at noon was about right, but eating this at night... one might not be able to hold out, and would be very hungry the next day.
"Just eat two extra ones. After all, I still haven't had lunch yet."
It was already two or three in the afternoon. Her stomach was growling with hunger. Although a Celestial Physique wouldn't be affected at all by missing a meal or two occasionally, she was just hungry!
Ten minutes later.
**[Promising Future Chat Group]**
Wangshu sent a Group Red Packet.
Jingliu accepted the Group Red Packet.
Asta accepted the Group Red Packet.
Asta: "...Your meal times are truly unique."
She had just eaten not long ago, and her small belly was even still bulging right now.
Wangshu: "I was busier today. My schedule should stabilize later. However, do you guys have food like Jianbing pancakes over there?"
Every region has its own unique cuisine. Often, different regions truly develop completely dissimilar culinary traditions. Anyway, after his inspection, he confirmed that the Xianzhou didn't have this thing... but they did have fermented bean juice (Douzhi) and milk tea.
Asta: "Madam Herta's hometown, The Blue, seems to have similar food."
Wangshu: "That's truly a pity. I thought this could become my exclusive secret recipe."
Jingliu: "So, you've only been there for two days, and my schedule has already become this chaotic?"
*Wangshu has gone offline.*
Jingliu: ...
*Asta has gone offline.*
Sigh. Within the empty Shackling Prison, a fragrance suddenly appeared. Jingliu's hands were bound by shackles, but it didn't affect her holding the food in her hands and tasting it slowly.
As for what Jing Yuan would think when watching the surveillance later?
Who knows.
Anyway, she could now confirm that the destiny of her past self was indeed slowly changing. Although this couldn't change her current predicament, it didn't matter. Often, just knowing that the child's life was constantly getting better was already enough.
"I can find a chance to ask again during tonight's training," she thought to herself.
Meanwhile, in Cangcheng of Star Calendar Year 6299, the scenery of the artificial sky had turned to sunset. The afterglow was golden yellow. After eating, Jingliu pulled Wangshu along, her eyes shining as she watched—watched the young man wielding the longsword, frost filling the sky.
Jingliu's sword was very cold, but there was no denying its high ornamental value.
It was just that every time Wangshu gripped the sword... no, every time he accepted Jingliu's power, he could always feel a wordless sense of calling. It was close, getting closer, as if something was looking for him.
"Could it be time for the 'Divine Weapon Recognizes Master' segment?"
Following the method taught by the senior, he practiced for an hour. Wangshu sheathed the sword. On the card, Senior Jingliu had a faint red light at the corner of her eye. The Jingliu of this period was undoubtedly already at the combat power of an Emanator.
Once the fusion material Jing Yuan returned to his position, it would be the triple Emanator powers of Propagation, The Hunt, and Destruction combined... The future Dahlia had the potential for three Paths to destroy the universe; Jingliu shouldn't be too far behind.
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