How can one become an immortal with such laziness?

Seeing this, Hei Yang nodded in satisfaction. He hadn't learned any pot-washing techniques, but he could still manage to do it by himself. This could be called a self-created spell!

Hong Li's scheme failed, but she didn't care much. She turned around and came back with a lot of skewers of barbecue, handing half of them to Hei Yang.

"Hey, this is yours, Kuroyo, and this is mine..."

"What do you mean, yours or mine..."

Hei Yang cleaned up the scene, looked at the blanket that Hong Li had spread on the grass, and gently sat down next to her.

Hei Yang casually said, "Why are we distinguishing between you and me? What's yours is mine, and what's mine is yours. That's called being inseparable..."

"well said!"

Hongli nodded emphatically and quickly said, "It's my turn to wash the dishes again tomorrow. According to the great theory of 'what's mine is yours,' I'll leave my dishwashing task to you!"

"Climb, climb, crawl!"

Hei Yang snorted and retorted, "Then let's keep using the formula. What's mine is yours, and this mission is yours again. Keep up the good work!"

"what?"

Hong Li tilted her head, then gritted her teeth in annoyance and said, "Then I'll try again!"

"I'll put on another one!"

"I'll do it again!"

"I……"

"How childish! Why don't you react?"

"Bounce!"

"Grass!"

"Children should not use foul language."

Hei Yang stood with his hands on his hips and lectured.

"You're the little kid. I'm a dirty adult, not a child."

Hongli snorted softly, then suddenly thought of something and muttered, "But if we do the dishes tomorrow, we might not be able to get home. Before we get home, we might be able to mooch a few meals. After that, we won't have to do the dishes, so does that mean I'm on vacation the whole time?"

"What you said reminded me."

Hei Yang looked solemn and said seriously, "I was originally thinking that anything was fine, whatever."

But now, I insist that everyone go home tomorrow and have a happy and enjoyable get-together. We'll eat at our house and use our own bowls!

"It's rare for you to have such leisure time, Xiao Li, so I must grant your wish!"

Are you a dog?

Enraged, Hongli kicked Heiyang from the side, sighed, and gently lay down, looking at the sky.

"I'm a little tired today, I'm going to bed early, sigh..."

"My third uncle is preparing a house for us."

Hei Yang reminded him.

"Oh, that's not important, I'll go to sleep first..."

On the blanket, Hongli lay down next to Heiyang and closed her eyes peacefully.

"When you're asleep, you can just carry me inside, okay? Hmm..."

Hongli yawned.

"Alright, alright, that's enough. Time for bed. Goodnight, my husband Heiyang..."

"Xiao Li, you..."

Hei Yang was only halfway through speaking when Hong Li fell into a coma, a row of black lines appearing above his head.

He sighed, pulled out a blanket, and covered her with it.

Hei Yang sat down next to Hong Li, gently stroking her little head. Looking at the faint smile on her face, he couldn't help but smile as well.

Goodnight and sweet dreams, Xiao Li.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 376 If you can't eat at night, why is there a light in the refrigerator? (laughs)

"What? So you two slept outside all night?"

In the early morning, Lan Yuying tilted her head and combed her long hair while looking at her daughter who had just gotten up. She couldn't help but laugh and said, "Go look in the mirror and see what you look like now..."

"Huh? Hmm..."

Hong Li rubbed her sleepy eyes, waved her hand, and a water mirror appeared in front of her, in which she saw her messy hair.

"Ah this..."

Hong Li was stunned for a moment, then muttered, "Did Hei Yang try to blow me up with a bomb while he was sleeping...?"

"What bomb?"

Lan Yuying asked in confusion.

"Oh, it's nothing, I was just talking nonsense."

Hongli yawned again and honestly admitted, "To be honest, even I can't stand my hair anymore..."

"Pfft, hahaha..."

Lan Yuying couldn't help but laugh out loud. She waved the comb in her hand and beckoned to Hongli, "Come here, Mom will comb your hair. Honestly, you're such a grown-up..."

"Need not."

Hongli waved her hand, shook her head in refusal, and snorted, "When I was little, I would let my mom comb my hair at home."

Now that I'm all grown up, it's really unreasonable for me to still trouble you, Mom!

"Ok?"

Lan Yuying's eyes lit up.

"Could it be that, Xiao Li, you want to..."

"Hmm, that's right!"

Hongli nodded smugly.

The two exchanged a knowing glance, smiled, counted down together to three, two, one, and then said it together.

Lan Yuying: "So you finally want to be self-reliant and comb your own hair!"

Hongli: "I'll go get Heiyang to comb my hair right now, this job is his now!"

Lan Yuying: "..."

Hongli: "..."

"I'm sorry, Mom was wrong."

Lan Yuying finished braiding her hair, covered her face with one hand, and sighed.

"Mom shouldn't have let her imagination run wild. She should have known what kind of person my daughter is all along..."

"Hey, Mom, that's really hurtful!"

Hongli couldn't help but complain, and muttered in defense, "My mom used to raise me and take care of me, so she combs my hair for me."

"Now that Heiyang is taking care of me, is it okay for him to comb my hair?"

"It seems to make some sense, but something feels off..."

Lan Yuying was taken aback, then frowned and pointed out the flaw in Hong Li's statement.

"But if you always let others support you, Xiao Li, one day you will lose the ability to survive on your own."

Well, just like how wild cats can catch snakes, birds, and hunt, if domesticated cats are spoiled too much, they'll even be afraid of mice...

If you then throw a domestic cat into the wild, it will only be able to meow and starve.

After a pause, Lan Yuying's expression turned serious as she pointed at Hong Li.

"And Xiao Li, you are that house cat that is about to lose its ability to survive on its own!"

"Ah?"

Hongli waved her hand dismissively and said, "Isn't that perfect?"

This way, Hei Yang turned me into a useless person, the kind of weakling who can't do anything without him.

"Wouldn't that mean I'd be stuck at home meowing, never able to leave him?"

Lan Yuying: "..."

"Hey, Mom, what's with that expression? It's kind of scary."

Seeing her mother, Lan Yuying, staring at her expressionlessly, Hong Li waved her hand with a sheepish smile and couldn't help but argue, "I don't just let Hei Yang support me; I don't do anything!"

Sometimes I help him with a lot of things too!