The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2555 The Suo Family
A link from the same source led to several black-skinned lackeys carrying boxes and zipping them up after the dog-kun landed, taking out and arranging all sorts of local specialties from Licang Sky Island, other orbital islands, and the Pan-Island Chain system.

To be fair, while the Mage is renowned for his social skills in readily and generously providing gifts to anyone, he doesn't offer anything particularly innovative, relying on a single, reliable method.

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In the airspace of Base 3/7, who could refuse or complain about Mr. Succubus's little gift? Regardless of its value, if you can find the same thing here, then you've wasted your time on the Li Cang Orbital Line.

"I heard a noise! ​​It really is Xiao Cang!" Yang Yinan pushed open the door with a happy expression: "Come in quickly, come in quickly, it's cold outside. Oh dear, look at you, you always bring so much stuff when you come!"

"They're just some little things from the island, Aunt Yang, you'll find them useful sometimes."

"Hey kid, Old Su, come lend a hand!"

"what"

Suo Mingyuan was actually devastated. He noticed a large, exquisite cedarwood cigar box and a case of six bottles of foreign liquor among the pile of boxes. Well, it shouldn't be called foreign liquor now; it should be called a real estate checkpoint settlement reward on the rail line.

Li Cang smiled, avoided Yang Yinan, and gestured with his hand to form a two.

"old place?"

"1!"

"What do you mean by 'one, two, three'?" Yang Yinan, holding a Han Gong Beauty Master Gift Set that she had never seen before, suddenly turned around: "What are you two talking about?"

Suo Mingyuan immediately straightened his old face: "Auntie, Xiao Cang calls you Auntie!"

Yang Yinan: "Hmm? What's wrong?"

Li Cang's lips twitched, and he was already planning to halve the supplies for this old man next time: "Ahem, Aunt Yang, Da Lei asked me to tell you that she's too tired today and won't be coming over. She's snoring away at home right now!"

Yang Yinan had no suspicions, after all, she found another box of eight mutated wild ginseng roots with flowers and leaves on top under the master's gift box: "I also made a few of her favorite dishes, authentic old-fashioned Yanchuan flavors. Your Aunt Kong probably can't make them. Well, Xiao Cang, you can pack them up and take them back for her later!"

"Alright, where's Huihui?"

"Upstairs, showing off, huh? Zhenzhen's here too~"

"Come, come, Xiao Cang, why are you meddling in women's affairs? Sit down, sit down, sit down. I got some good tea last time, let's try this cigar you brought!"

The death stare, and the overwhelming sense of awe.

Yang Yinan sneered, not wanting to really retaliate against the old man in front of Li Cang, but instead retorted sarcastically, "Xiao Cang never smokes. You're too old to be proper, don't lead the kids astray!"

Old Sue repeatedly emphasized, "How can you say you're smoking cigars? It's not about inhaling them, it's about savoring them. We're just enjoying them, haha!"

Comrade Lao Su has been running out of excuses for working overtime lately. He's been staying home all day drinking tea, which has given him a stomachache. Today, when he saw the track-related goodies that Li Cang brought back from outside, his stomach started raking in the grease, and he had no choice but to take a gamble and go for it.

Yang Yinan glared at him, then sat down at the tea table and began unpacking the master's gift box: "This thing hasn't been released to the market yet, has it?"

Li Cang smiled and said, "I got these from Aunt Jin. Han Gongmei recently presented them as tribute, so they probably won't be sold to the public anymore. Feel free to use them. I'll steal some more for you when you're done!"

Yang Yinan was taken aback for a moment, then cautiously asked, "If Jin Yujing finds out, she'll probably kill someone, right?!" "Emmm, I might be a little difficult to kill."

"This kid!"

While the two were chatting and laughing, Suo Mingyuan was like an emotionless executioner, only interested in beheading and burning cigars, completely out of place and immersed in his own material enjoyment and spiritual world.

Yang Yinan: ─━_─━
It seems that in her eyes, Comrade Lao Suo is completely a dead fish, an old man who can't be brought to the table. When my grandfather had Alzheimer's, he liked to chat with moving things. What use are you? You tell me yourself, what use are you?
"Swish~" The cigar that Old Su had just lit with a match and a cedar stick was suddenly snatched away by Suo Zhihui. She twirled it in her hand a few times, then handed it to Li Cang, snapped the box shut, and stuffed it into Qin Zhenzhen's arms: "Take this to your old man. He takes a lot of nutritional supplements, so he's good at living!"

Qin Zhenzhen, wearing the exact same cargo pants as Suo Zhihui, but one in Bordeaux red and the other in hazy blue, took them and stuffed them into her pocket: "These must be worth a lot of money, right? These must be worth a lot of money, right? How much do you think I should scam him out of?"

Old Su was nearly driven mad. He hesitated, looking at this person but not daring to speak, then at that person, and finally sighed. He sniffed the cedar stick in his hand, which was still smelling of cigars, and then sniffed it again, looking as bewildered as a Kapibal with loose skin.

Suo Zhihui stood with her hands on her hips, staring directly at her father. She was 1.73 meters tall, but her aura was 3.71 meters tall: "Old Suo, how old do you think my mom is?"

Li Cang: "Um, did you secretly grow taller without telling me?"

Suo Zhihui rolled her eyes, somewhat annoyed that this guy had interrupted her spellcasting, and said irritably, "Five centimeters, don't talk!"

"Oh"

Li Cang shrank back and spread his hands, giving Comrade Lao Su a helpless expression.

Old Su swallowed hard, staring at the two strikingly similar faces that appeared within a 120-degree angle in front of him: "Thirty-two-eight!"

Suo Zhihui then asked, "How old do you think you look?"

Yang Yinan sneered: "Eighty-two!"

"Do you know what people said when we went shopping last time? They praised you for looking so young. They said your daughter is so old and only has a few gray hairs. She's still a sweet and caring daughter, right, Mom?"

"Of course! That old lady even wanted to introduce me to her son, but when I asked, I found out her husband is only four years older than me!"

Old Su's lips twitched.

Once a person reaches middle age, which is also old age, and may even be near death, their life motto is reduced to just four words: Avoid the sharp edge and be patient.

Health preservation.

As the saying goes, stillness is worse than movement, talent is often unlucky, and one should avoid injustice when encountering it. In short, Mr. Lu Xun could never be wrong.

The man over there, who looked to be eighty-two, was being lectured like a grandson, looking much younger than his age. Meanwhile, Li Cang, holding a cigar, muttered to Qin Zhenzhen in a very unprofessional tone, "Checking the goods?"

Then the wide-mouthed bottle started bubbling and steaming: "Cough cough cough~"

"Is it good to smoke?"

"Smelly!"