Volume One, Chapter 92: Jealousy

Jin Yao had made a reservation at a restaurant. By coincidence, it happened to be Ten Miles of Jiangnan.

Shen Chaowu had a preference for sweet flavors; she was not fond of heavily spiced or numbing dishes, and she preferred to savor the true taste of the ingredients themselves. As a result, her palate leaned toward the lighter side.

Most of the dishes at Ten Miles of Jiangnan were similarly delicate and mild. Some gourmets had praised the restaurant for creating the most delicious food with the fewest seasonings.

Jin Yao remembered Shen Chaowu’s tastes.

“Do your best, I’m going to sleep!” said Harry, who, being all muscle and no brains, was hopeless at coming up with strategies and of absolutely no help.

“Yes, you. You’ll be the general manager, and Vice President Wang will also serve as deputy general manager of Fanwu Jewelry. Once the business is running smoothly, we’ll find someone else for the deputy position,” Master Mao said without a change in expression.

“Decades have passed? Are you saying that Mr. Hai has been here for decades?” Qin Yuan asked in astonishment.

Meanwhile, the world had entered the era of intelligent robots. The Huaxia government, exhausted by the persistently high unemployment rate and the problems it brought, had no energy left to offer more than humanitarian aid to the African refugees, unable to provide large-scale assistance.

Qin Yuan glanced over his handiwork with satisfaction. He felt no sympathy for these things; their only instincts were slaughter and destruction, so all he could give them in return was the same.

The thought that the elder of the Sect of Ten Directions whom she had executed had also been at odds with Qin Yuan made him feel stifled and frustrated.

“Now the whole city of Taihua likely knows, so how could I not be aware?” For some reason, Ye Wan’er’s gaze was tinged with grievance and an endless loneliness.

After being beaten for so long by Fu Xueyi, Bao Ang finally managed to turn the tables, relying on his last traces of feeling.

The assassin had slipped from everyone’s sight. Pointing to the four warriors about to depart, I said, “Those four are special defense fighters and the center of the fan-shaped search formation. To keep up with the assassin at the front, they’ll allocate some of their upgrade points to agility, but most will go to constitution.”

Several families from other countries, having received various explicit or implicit instructions, also sprang into action, sending their most capable agents to the Lin family in Peian City to discuss joining the Sky City Project.

Yet now, he found himself unable to control his emotions on account of a vampire—and not just any vampire, but one who had come to the wolf clan as a ‘sacrifice.’

When the diagnosis came out, Han Yanran learned that Su Hanhan had returned to Chengyuan entirely unharmed.

Zhang Haibin said: When we sold the homestead, our parents discussed it with my brother and me. One of us would get the house, the other the land. The one who got the land would split the compensation for the demolition of our parents’ old house in half, and the one who got the house would have to pay the other for it.

Knowing he was in the wrong, he could only fume in silence, say nothing, and pull Xie Feitian along to take her home.

Even if it cost millions, tens of millions, he would keep running simulations until he found a way out, a thread of hope.

Xie Qingfeng said: “That too must be endured. Endure what the world cannot, tolerate those whom others cannot—this is responsibility. Even if honor is lost, it is better than the loss of body or wealth.”

She swept through every shop in the live broadcast room, and when she was done, Bai You finally sat down beside Jiang Mingye, both breathless from their efforts with the money they’d earned.

As the food and wine were served, everyone began to eat: fragrant braised dog meat whetted the appetite, the tofu was golden on both sides, dried fish and cured pork filled the bowls, a whole rooster lay on a platter, clear chicken broth with vermicelli, crispy fried broad beans, peanuts roasted with salt until crunchy, and rice wine so hot it burned the lips.

At the time, Diao Linglong had agreed to take in Troupe Leader Tong, but had never promised him free meals at Drunken Dream Pavilion. So Tong was put to work in the kitchen, washing vegetables and dishes each day, and doing odd jobs.