The Blessed

chapter 57: I Never Give Anyone Chances (1)

 “Oh right, ge, I nearly forgot. How did the jam sell?”

He felt it inconvenient to ask his elder brother since outsiders were present along the way. When they came back, they were busy putting things home and making fire to cook, so he didn’t know anything yet.

“It sells pretty well, uncle, you’ll never guess how much daddy sells for each pot, and they ordered 100 more pots and would come here to pick them up tomorrow.”

Speaking of this topic, the haze over the big bun was swept away and he looked at Ling Jingpeng excitedly.

Ling Jingxuan shook his head helplessly seeing this. He picked up the twice-cooked meat and a scallion pancake, threw them to Ling Wen as if saying ‘I’ll leave them to you’, and went out. Another ‘important person’ still lived in their home.

“How much does a pot of jam cost?”

“Hey, one tael of silver!”

“What…”

The uncle and his cousin were chattering without stop. Ling Jingxuan, who was carrying things with both hands, smiled and shook his head gently. He turned and pushed open the half-closed door. At the moment of entering, his smiling expression all fell into a man’s burning sight. The man heard what was happening outside. Seeing Ling’s heartfelt smile, Yan Shengrui only felt his heart thumping, and his eyes locked him with aspire.

Perhaps the man’s sights were too hot, Ling Jingxuan quickly withdrew his smile and wore a cold expression again. He squatted down and put two big bowls on the small stool in front of Yan, and then felt the pulse of Yan’s right hand, “Martial arts practitioners usually recover quickly, you have no serious problem but need to stay in bed for a few days. The blood stasis in your head will slowly dissipate. Then you can regain your memories.”

There had always been a strong qi inside Yan’s body. Although Ling didn’t know if it was the so-called internal force, it was an indisputable fact that Yan recovered faster than ordinary people.

 “Oh right, ge, I nearly forgot. How did the jam sell?”

He felt it inconvenient to ask his elder brother since outsiders were present along the way. When they came back, they were busy putting things home and making fire to cook, so he didn’t know anything yet.

“It sells pretty well, uncle, you’ll never guess how much daddy sells for each pot, and they ordered 100 more pots and would come here to pick them up tomorrow.”

Speaking of this topic, the haze over the big bun was swept away and he looked at Ling Jingpeng excitedly.

Ling Jingxuan shook his head helplessly seeing this. He picked up the twice-cooked meat and a scallion pancake, threw them to Ling Wen as if saying ‘I’ll leave them to you’, and went out. Another ‘important person’ still lived in their home.

“How much does a pot of jam cost?”

“Hey, one tael of silver!”

“What…”

The uncle and his cousin were chattering without stop. Ling Jingxuan, who was carrying things with both hands, smiled and shook his head gently. He turned and pushed open the half-closed door. At the moment of entering, his smiling expression all fell into a man’s burning sight. The man heard what was happening outside. Seeing Ling’s heartfelt smile, Yan Shengrui only felt his heart thumping, and his eyes locked him with aspire.

Perhaps the man’s sights were too hot, Ling Jingxuan quickly withdrew his smile and wore a cold expression again. He squatted down and put two big bowls on the small stool in front of Yan, and then felt the pulse of Yan’s right hand, “Martial arts practitioners usually recover quickly, you have no serious problem but need to stay in bed for a few days. The blood stasis in your head will slowly dissipate. Then you can regain your memories.”

There had always been a strong qi inside Yan’s body. Although Ling didn’t know if it was the so-called internal force, it was an indisputable fact that Yan recovered faster than ordinary people.