He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

Upon hearing this...

Yang Guang was deeply moved!

I gave Yu Zixin a million thumbs up in my heart!

Without any hesitation, he plopped down, grabbed a handful of lamb skewers with his left hand, and picked up the still-dripping roasted lamb leg with his right.

Use both hands.

They ate with such gusto, their mouths practically dripping with oil.

As Yang Guang chewed on the meat, he was secretly making plans in his mind.

This cheap eldest daughter is really great!

Not only is she beautiful, but she's also a top student and a school beauty. Most importantly, she's sensible and considerate!

As the saying goes, daughters are a man's warm little cotton-padded jacket, and that's absolutely true.

It's such a pity that our old squad leader passed away so early, and he couldn't personally enjoy this filial piety.

Unexpectedly, by some twist of fate, I have benefited from the old squad leader's influence and have enjoyed the privilege of having a daughter ahead of time.

Hey Hey!

This is a huge profit!

Although Yang Guang was overjoyed, his hands didn't slow down at all; he ate at a speed that was as fast as a whirlwind.

Yu Zixin sat next to her.

She rested her chin on her hands, quietly watching Yang Guang wolf down his food, a gentle smile always on her lips.

Meanwhile, Chu Sheng and Er Lengzi were standing on the other side.

Now all I can do is swallow my saliva dryly.

"Woof woof!"

Er Lengzi stretched out his dog paw and nudged Chu Sheng, his eyes full of resentment.

Chu Sheng also experienced a sudden toothache.

They had just eaten so much that they thought they were already about 70% full.

But seeing Yang Guang's food-flaunting performance, which is on par with a mukbang (eating broadcast), has actually made me hungry.

But they both knew that if they dared to lean in and reach for their chopsticks now, Yang Guang would definitely stick them right up their nostrils.

"Amitabha Buddha, form is emptiness, emptiness is form."

Chu Sheng clasped his hands together, forcibly shifting his gaze away from the roasted lamb leg: "Um... Brother Guang, you can eat slowly for now. I'll go with Brother Gou to settle the bill."

Done.

Chu Sheng, along with Er Lengzi, slunk away to the cashier: "Boss, how much is it?"

The owner frantically pressed keys on his calculator, then chuckled and pulled out a long bill: "You guys have spent quite a bit today."

"That's three thousand six hundred and eighty-eight in total. I'll round it down to three thousand six hundred!"

What the hell!

Upon hearing this number...

Chu Sheng's fat jiggled violently, and he almost fainted.

Damn it!

How could a roadside barbecue stall charge 3,600 yuan?

Did they wipe out the entire sheep village?

Chu Sheng reluctantly scanned the QR code and paid.

He turned his head away.

Seeing that Er Lengzi was still licking his lips, he grabbed its dog ear.

"You bastard, listen up."

"From now on, we absolutely cannot eat and drink like this anymore!"

"If I take you out for two more meals, the 20,000 yuan that Brother Guang gave me will be gone without a trace!"

Er Lengzi rolled his eyes, cursing inwardly that this bald monk ate the most and was now blaming the dog.

However, in front of Yu Zixin, it simply barked twice obediently: "Woof woof!"

After half an hour.

Yang Guang finally let out a burp and threw the last piece of lamb bone in his hand onto the table.

He grabbed a tissue and wiped his mouth haphazardly.

The meal was incredibly satisfying. If I had known that working late into the night would come with such great perks, I wouldn't have scolded Zeng so harshly earlier.

Yang Guang felt much better.

Stand up.

He glanced sideways at Chu Sheng and Er Lengzi, who were still standing to the side.

He waved his hand dismissively: "If you're full, go back to sleep and stop getting in my way!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Sheng and Er Lengzi...

He was immediately granted a pardon.

"Okay, Guang-ge!"

Goodnight, Guang-ge!

Chu Sheng grabbed Er Lengzi by the dog's ear and ran off in a flash, afraid that Yang Guang might suddenly change his mind and come after them.

Watching those two clowns run off into the distance.

Yang Guang turned to Yu Zixin and said, "Let's go, it's the middle of the night, I'll take you home."

Yu Zixin nodded obediently: "Okay."

The two walked to the roadside.

Yang Guang originally intended to scan a shared bicycle and let Yu Zixin sit in the back.

But then I noticed that the school beauty was wearing a short skirt today, which was really inconvenient.

Moreover, how could the old sergeant's daughter endure such injustice?

Yang Guang took a deep breath and made a difficult choice that went against the decisions of his ancestors.

He reached out and flagged down a taxi.

As soon as I got on the bus.

Listen to the "beep" sound of the meter jumping.

Yang Guang's heart was bleeding.

The starting price is ten yuan!

How many empty water bottles would I have to sell to make that money back?

孽 孽!

I should have told Lao Zeng not to walk so fast; it would have been so much better to hitch a ride on his bus!

A dozen minutes later.

The taxi came to a steady stop downstairs in Yu Zixin's old residential area.

Yang Guang scanned the code to pay the fare, and then felt a little short of breath.

The two got out of the car.

The early autumn night was a bit chilly, and a gust of cold wind blew by, causing Yu Zixin to hug her arms tightly.

Yang Guang looked at her and suddenly slapped his forehead.

"oops!"

"I was so busy worrying about the taxi fare... oh no, I was so busy eating."

Yang Guang looked at Yu Zixin with a puzzled expression and asked, "By the way, you said you had something very important to tell me."

"What's wrong?"

"So eager?"

Yu Zixin heard this.

His previously shy expression instantly turned serious.

She bit her lip, glanced around the dimly lit, old neighborhood, and only took a step closer after confirming that no one else was around.

He lowered his voice and said, "Yang Guang, it's...it's about the dream I had."

"Dream?"

Yang Guang was taken aback and raised an eyebrow.

Yu Zixin nodded.

Yang Guang couldn't help but scratch his messy hair, his mind racing.

It seems that Yu Zixin did casually mention dreaming before, back in school.

However, Yang Guang was preoccupied with other things and didn't pay any attention to it at all.

Besides, in their line of work, they judge a person by their appearance first.

When Yang Guang saw Yu Zixin, her complexion was rosy and radiant, her blood and energy were abundant, and her forehead not only did not turn black, but even had a reddish glow.

There wasn't a trace of yin energy to be found on his entire body.

This doesn't look like the unlucky sign of being haunted by wandering ghosts at all!

So Yang Guang didn't take it seriously at all.

Yang Guang, with his hands in his pockets, asked curiously, "What's wrong with having a dream?"

"Who doesn't dream in the middle of the night?"

"I dreamt the day before yesterday that I won five million in the lottery, and I was preparing to go to the city center to buy a large three-bedroom apartment in full, and also marry two more wives to continue the Yang family line."

"I woke up before I could pay."

"Did you dream that you got into Tsinghua or Peking University?"

Yu Zixin glared at Yang Guang, annoyed, as she listened to his neurotic train of thought.

But his expression remained solemn.

"It's not that kind of dream!"

Yu Zixin bit her lip and mustered her courage to say, "For the past few days, I've had the exact same dream every night after I fall asleep."

"In my dream, there was an old man with a sage-like demeanor."

"He teaches me Taoist arts in my dreams every night!"