Chapter 47: Steamed Buns

Shen Qingyao skipped over near Qiao Yufen's room and cautiously pushed the door open.
Seeing that Qiao Yufen showed no movement, Shen Qingyao walked over with her heart in her mouth.
Discovering that Qiao Yufen was indeed asleep, Shen Qingyao tiptoed out again.
"How is grandma?"
Shen Qingyao replied, "She's still sleeping."
Shen Qingye hesitated for three seconds before finally speaking up.
"I have to go. There's a night shift at the factory tonight."
Yue Qianqian was so terrified that she no longer had the capacity to care about Dong Jiahao's insults; she simply used all her strength to drag the murderous man in front of her backward.
Upon returning home, Wang Yazhi had already steamed the eggplants and potatoes. The eggplants were cut into strips and the potatoes were mashed, then mixed together with salt and chopped scallions.
"Aunt Lian, why are you here?" Tang Yue just stepped out of the car when she saw Lian Tong leading people, seemingly looking for someone.
"All roads lead to Rome, after all. This psychokinesis method of yours is also a path. Since we still can't think of any good ideas right now, we can only visualize for now!" York also smiled.
Of course, with a transition period of over half a month, the various gangs involved in this battle needed to recuperate and let the matter fade into the background, so that it would be largely forgotten by people.
The two children widened their eyes when they heard this, and Huo Jiaojiao lowered her head to see a whole bunch of jars and bottles neatly arranged inside the TV cabinet.
They had all obtained intelligence—the latest intelligence stating that Wang Feng had been stripped of his military rank. Just as they were rejoicing, Wang Feng was released and proceeded to raid the Ye family's stronghold in Pakistan, practically wiping out the entire family. At the same time, rumors of the "Ye Family Treasure" spread like wildfire, driving all the thieves across China crazy.
As a sniper, one should know that stopping shooting means calculating and pondering the enemy's exact position six seconds later.
When the slow-motion effect ended, Moyang—who had chosen to forgo leaving the pirate world—did not pay attention to the so-called "upper-tier three-color Haki aptitude" or the straightforward Devil Tree; instead, he focused all his attention on the second item.
Lou Sihai's expression tightened, while Yan Shi, Lin Dao, and the others also wore odd expressions. What on earth was Luo Bei trying to say?
Before Li Xiuyuan and Quanyangzi could speak, the ginseng doll couldn't help but throw a flying kick, its tender little foot striking right on the head of a crane.
The six major factions split into two routes: one attacked the Meng Realm, and the other attacked the Fire Realm. Yet before the Fire God Palace could make any response, the enemy began retreating at high speed, leaving everyone in the royal city baffled.
Next, the other three team leaders handed all the obtained Genesis Rings and spatial pouches over to Forty-five for tabulation.
Everyone's heart trembled, as only this could explain that terrifying fluctuation. Moreover, according to the news previously transmitted by the figure on the Trial Road, the great upheaval twenty-three days later referred to this very moment.
Casually tossing the script aside, she lay flat on her back on the lawn, arms and legs sprawling, but upon second thought, if she failed to memorize it, Kuang Tianya would definitely not let her off.
Tianya didn't scout around like Yin Zheng; her target was very clear—to open the coffin and raise the corpse. Since she had come, she couldn't let this opportunity slip by; there might just be clues inside.
Two years of cultivation was not a long time, but a vast amount of money had been poured into it. For the three major families to try and overturn two years of achievements in half a month—even in a dream, one had to follow some basic logic, right?
Driving to the food street in the High-Tech Industrial Park, Li Shigao casually called Fatty, Wang Yanyin, and Fu Yang to join him. Since they were all members of his guild now, they should gather together in reality as much as possible.
Liu Chen muttered inwardly, thinking to himself: The Ninth Princess's Mansion, my foot. This number thirteen still really fancies herself a princess.
Guo Dalou himself came from a rural background and rarely witnessed such situations around him. However, upon searching online now, he was surprised to find many such arguments, with many people complaining about the incompetence of their own parents.