Chapter 63 Studying the Banquet Menu

After finishing dinner, the family sat together in the courtyard to discuss the arrangements for Fang Xiaofeng's engagement. "Dad, Mom, do you think we should hold Xiaofeng and Sangyu's engagement banquet at home or at the state-run restaurant next Sunday?"
"It's still more reliable to have the banquet prepared by ourselves. For the same amount of money, we can buy quite a lot more things. Besides, both of us father and daughter are professional chefs; if we go to the state-run restaurant, I'm afraid we'll be laughed at by our peers."
"I also want to hold it at home, I'm just worried that our place is too small and won't be able to seat everyone."

Catching a glimpse of the green long sword strapped across Meiyang's back, Ni Chuanqiong's gaze flickered slightly as if he wanted to say something, but he held it back. He drew the green long sword and traced a circle on the ground around himself and Meiyang, raising a finger while chanting incantations inaudible to others.
"How dare you make a move against us? Do you even know who we are?" Xunlang, standing nearby, also noticed this, his expression turning cold and gloomy.
Yao Cancandan, standing close by, let out a huff. Finding it unbearable to watch any longer, she couldn't help but interject, "You still have the nerve to show off! Weren't you equally clueless about how to hold a baby back then?"

His gaze never once left Zhou Ran's face. Ever since their divorce, the number of times he had seen her could literally be counted on one's fingers.
Right now, the cloth bag carried by Muruan likely held the miraculous life-saving medicine capable of waking up Princess Zhaoxia.
She remembered telling a lie to Housekeeper Ling at noon, claiming she was going to a classmate reunion. Now that she was returning home, Housekeeper Ling would definitely interrogate her.

Li Beiting reined in his smile, turning solemn and earnest. All desire vanished from his body, and he pulled her up on the spot.
Situ Monyan merely swept a cold glance over them, and with a flick of his wrist, a surge of golden light erupted. To evade that formidable force, the elder pointing his finger at Situ Monyan had no choice but to retract his hand.
The next moment, he pulled Mu Qingqing into his arms, his strong and powerful palm cupping the back of her head as her thoughts drifted away.

Undoubtedly, once this medication hit the market, it would certainly be an exceptionally effective cold remedy. As long as Yang Huaiyin had the ability to promote and distribute this product, it would inevitably have a massive impact on the sales volume of the First Pharmaceutical Group.
Upon hearing the Demon Lord's lengthy discourse, Ning Hongyuan finally realized how foolish it was to expect such an easy solution in this world, and he had no choice but to admit that his previous idea was nothing more than a fantasy.

Immediately afterward, a drop of multicolored water bead condensed from the precious lotus and entered directly into the Sea of Consciousness of the True Infant's body, the very place where the secondary nascent soul resided. The water bead expanded and transformed back into multicolored spiritual light, enveloping the entire Sea of Consciousness as if adding a layer of security to it.
After Tang Anru finished removing her makeup and changing her clothes, the two of them walked arm in arm out of the backstage in an intimate manner.
His mastery of facial disguise and breath-concealing techniques was extraordinary. Even if those top sects had the capability to kill him, they could never find him; and even if they did manage to track him down, he had repeatedly escaped using these very skills.

Mage cultivators specialized in incantations and spiritual power, making their abilities distinctly bizarre, diverse, and immensely powerful.
Tianhai City in July had already entered the scorching summer. During the day, the blazing sunlight baked the earth, and only when night fell could one feel gusts of breeze bringing a touch of coolness to the land.
Though she was already injured, she could still be seen blending with the moonlight, her face flushed with shyness. She was elegant, her skin as white as snow, and her eyes as clear as the sky.

Intertwining rhythms and drumbeats led Yun Mu to choose tango steps as a high-energy opening. With vigorous paces matched by powerful head movements, Yun Mu's debut instantly won waves of gasps from the audience below.
Because of his upright and straightforward personality in the public security bureau, he was constantly ostracized by others. Over time, he changed, his sharp edges smoothed away by the darkness of the world.
Things having reached this stage, the Long-Bearded Holy Lord originally wanted to remind everyone, but thought better of it. At such a critical juncture, his words would only cause panic without a single benefit, so it was better to let nature take its course.