"Come in."
"Uncle..."
"Hmm?"
"I kind of understand how Sun Wukong felt now."
Not even with his somersault cloud traveling 108,000 miles could he escape the Buddha's palm! How desperate and sad he must have been back then...
"What?"
Sun Wukong? Yin Shixiu couldn't quite keep up with Su Xiaomeng's train of thought.
Su Xiaomeng shook her head, with an expression that said "you wouldn't understand even if I explained," then took that heavy step.
Yin Shixiu looked at the time and asked, "What do you want to eat tonight?"
"Can we just eat anything?"
"You're still sick, eat something light."
"I've been eating light for half a month now!"
Yin Shixiu was a bit taken aback by her sudden outburst, then chuckled, "Then what do you want to eat?"
"Spicy hotpot!"
Su Xiaomeng blinked her starry eyes at him, full of anticipation.
"Uncle..."
"No spicy, clear broth is okay."
"Or would you rather have plain porridge with pickled radish?"
"Clear broth hotpot!"
