Fortunately, Chunbao wasn't completely wicked. After teasing him for a bit, she just sat beside him and started looking at her phone.
It would have been way too embarrassing to let Xia Yanchun easily get a reaction out of him.
At four in the afternoon, Shen Nian accompanied Xia Yanchun to the wet market to buy groceries.
Since it was her birthday, dinner had to be a bit more lavish. Unfortunately, the options in the town's market were quite limited. Mutton and beef weren't available every day, so Shen Nian had to settle for buying half a roast goose.
Pork ribs for soup, large oysters stir-fried with garlic, squid paired with pickled mustard greens and onions, plus a couple of cabbages—a sumptuous birthday feast was thus decided.
The kitchen was a bit hot, so Xia Yanchun specially brought down a fan and pointed it at Shen Nian, who was helping out, to keep him from sweating and getting all sticky.
Xia Yanchun's cooking skills were already quite good. With Shen Nian's help, the dishes she cooked came out one by one, perfect in color, aroma, and taste, looking incredibly appetizing.
Shen Nian had finished his prep work, leaving only Xia Yanchun's cooking to be done. He stood behind her watching, and seeing her effortlessly toss the wok, he quickly gave her a thumbs-up.
"My Chunbao is amazing."
"Hmph."
"I'm going out for a bit."
"What for?"
"To get your birthday present."
"Oh, drive carefully."
"Got it." Shen Nian scratched his head. Why did they sound like an old married couple?
It gave him a unique sense of warmth. He absolutely loved it.
Unable to resist planting a loud kiss on Xia Yanchun's little face, Shen Nian immediately slipped out, not giving her a chance to scold him.
Shen Nian's two packages arrived right on time. Fortunately, he had specifically checked the shipping addresses when placing the orders; if they had been any further away, they wouldn't have made it before tonight.
After driving to pick up the packages, Shen Nian sliced open the outer packaging, planning to give the shoes and the box together to Xia Yanchun later.
As for the greeting card, he certainly couldn't just give it to her as is.
The gold-and-silver-trimmed greeting card cost twelve yuan. It served as both a card and a bookmark, which was actually quite pricey.
Shen Nian toyed with the two cards, found a pencil, and drew two ugly little stick figures. In the very center, he shaded a gray heart and wrote down Xia Yanchun's two favorite nicknames.
This would definitely make Chunbao cry tears of joy.
Well, Chunbao was the birthday girl, so he might as well indulge her this once.
Just spoiling you a bit.
Before long, Xia Herui and Wen Zhining both got off work one after another. After six o'clock, Chen Minyue and Shen Shi's pickup truck also parked in front of the house.
Shen Nian had gone down to the first floor early. Waiting for them to get out of the car, he stepped forward to help them unload their things and said casually, "Mom, Dad, we're eating next door tonight. Today is Xia Yanchun's birthday."
"Oh, I would have forgotten if you hadn't mentioned it," Chen Minyue smiled. "Then we'll go upstairs and take a shower first."
"Alright."
He could smell the sweat on them. Working outdoors in the July summer heat was a miserable experience.
Shen Shi and Chen Minyue could have completely acted as hands-off bosses, directing the workers from inside the house, but neither of them did so. They always liked to find something to do themselves, only playing the hands-off boss on days when their backs or hands ached.
They had both come from a time of sweating profusely for a living and lacked the typical boss demeanor.
Birthday dinners were usually eaten a bit late. After dinner, everyone would chat and play cards together, and then between nine and ten o'clock, they could go straight to eating the cake.
"Deal the cards, deal the cards!" Xia Herui found a deck of playing cards and was ready to start a game.
"Come on! Today I have to win back what I lost over the New Year," Shen Shi said enthusiastically.
Usually, the four adults would form a table while the two kids did their own things, but Chen Minyue wanted to go back and hang up some laundry, so Shen Nian had to fill in for her.
Xia Yanchun also quickly pulled up a chair and sat next to Shen Nian.
"Backseat driving is strictly prohibited over here," Shen Nian warned her in advance.
"I'm not that kind of person."
"You'd better not be."
"What do you mean by that? You're asking for a beating."
"Stop messing around, we're playing cards." Shen Nian waved his hand, too lazy to bicker.
Anyone who dared to stop him from playing cards, even if Hagi-Chun was the birthday girl, would have to be kept in check.
Whether it was due to a luck plus five buff or something else, Shen Nian's hand was surprisingly good. The cards were perfectly lined up in straights and pairs, making Xia Yanchun's almond eyes blink rapidly as she watched from beside him.
"I'll give you five yuan, let me play this hand."
"Stop chirping, or I'll send you flying with a punch in a minute."
"Ten yuan."
"I'm not that kind of person."
"Twenty."
"Why say more? Take it, this round is yours." Shen Nian swiftly gave up his seat for her.
Xia Yanchun sat down excitedly, the seat still warm. Looking at the excellent hand of cards, she almost fainted from smiling.
"Four fours with a kicker."
"A spade flush."
"Pair of threes, last card warning."
"Hehe, a six!" Before anyone else could even play a card, Xia Yanchun had finished her entire hand.
The three adults looked at each other in dismay.
What kind of game was this?
According to the usual betting rules between the adults of the two families, Xia Yanchun steadily earned twenty yuan from this round.
She didn't lose any money and got the thrill of playing a great hand. Xia Yanchun felt she made a massive profit.
"My turn."
"Let me play one more round!" Xia Yanchun refused to give up the seat.
Shen Nian gave her a dead-fish stare. Watching Xia Yanchun happily draw her cards, he decided not to scold her in front of Uncle Xia and Aunt Wen, knowing his words could be harsh.
After drawing a full hand of cards, Xia Yanchun looked at Shen Nian, then looked at the cards in her hand, and gently stood up. "Um, I think I'll let you play after all!"
"You draw a terrible hand and then give it to me?" Shen Nian's mouth twitched.
Baby, you change your tune a bit too fast.
"I need to use the bathroom." Xia Yanchun shoved the cards into Shen Nian's hands and dashed off sparklingly.
"..."
What a joke.
Shen Nian shook his head. It seemed he had to step up himself. He would show the other three what real card-playing skills looked like.
As Cinan's master of card theory, Shen Nian could responsibly say that there were no trash cards, only trash players.
Wait a minute, what did it mean to have 4, 5, 7, 8 missing a 6, and 7, 8, 9, J missing a 10? And the highest card was a Diamond Ace?
Shen Nian fell into deep thought.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
