How can one become an immortal with such laziness?

"Phew, the bottom of the pot still survived this time, which proves that I did a pretty good job!"

There was still a thin layer of broth in the pot, which delighted Hongli: "In that case, it counts as a success on the first try, right? I really do have some talent!"

"only……"

Hongli's eyes suddenly glazed over. She pinched her nose and stared at the unidentified liquid in the pot from afar, recalling her tragic experience of being sent to the pharmacy...

"Should we let Hei Yang taste it first?"

Hongli mustered her courage, leaned closer to the soup pot, and gently removed the seal from her nose...

Suddenly, a terrifying aura hit her head, almost making Hong Li fall headfirst into the pot!

"Oh, oh, this!"

Hong Li retreated several steps, moving away from the soup pot, her face gradually contorted with pain: "What, what's wrong with this taste? It's even improved since last time!"

This isn't the kind of progress I want! Damn it!

In that case, it's definitely not appropriate to give this to Heiyang as a gift...

Hongli hesitated, her conscience aching slightly: "He's still my boyfriend, after all. It wasn't easy raising him all these years. What if he just goes to waste like this..."

[Black Sun: Hey! Is it done yet? Is it done yet?]

[Hei Yang: No way, no way, does it really take this long to cook a meal?]

In that time, my rooster could have put on an apron and cooked three dishes and two soups!

[Hei Yang: Hurry up, I've been waiting forever! What's wrong? Didn't you say I had some? Why aren't you saying anything? Is it too awful to give it to me? Huh?!]

[Heiyang: Damn, I posted the wrong character. It should be "口福" (koufu), not "口幅" (koufu).]

[Hei Yang: So, are you even capable or not?!]

[Black Sun: Is that all? Miss Red? If you don't want to cook for your boyfriend, you don't have to. There's no need to drag this out!]

[Hei Yang: Hmm, or do you still not want to wear the clothes I made? You really want to be my daughter, right? Call me "Daddy" and let me hear it.]

Hongli: "..."

Why are some people so desperate to die...?

The insignificant conscience was swallowed up by Mou Yang. Hong Li held her breath and, expressionless amidst the swirling smoke, ladled out the soup.

[Hongli: It'll be soon. Don't rush it, or you'll regret it.]

[Black Sun: Hmm?]

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 151 If you don't gamble, I won't gamble, and harmony and happiness will follow me!

[Hongli is sending you a specially prepared potent poison (green). Do you wish to accept?]

[Black Sun: ...]

[Black Sun: ???]

[Hongli: Damn!]

[Hongli: What do you mean by this?!]

[Hongli: Don't you dare name my soup without my permission!]

[Black Sun: ???]

[Hongli: Just a moment, I'll be right there!]

[Hongli is sending you a delicious, heartwarming soup (???), would you like to receive it?]

[Black Sun: ...]

[Hongli: What's wrong? What are you standing there for? Receive it!]

[Black Sun: ...]

[Hongli sent a video request]

"Hey, can you hear me? Can you see the lovely Hongli?"

Hongli smiled brightly at the camera: "Heiyang, why aren't you accepting the birthday present your girlfriend made by hand? What are you standing there like an idiot for?"

"I'm looking at you."

Hei Yang said quietly.

"what?!"

Hongli blushed slightly: "You, you, why are you looking at me? Who told you to look at me!"

"I'm trying to read murderous intent from your face."

Hei Yang chose to accept it, looking at the bowl of unknown liquid in front of him, named Delicious Heartwarming Soup, as if a taste from the abyss was entering his nostrils.

"Xiao Li..."

Hei Yang raised his head, his pupils trembling as he looked at Hong Li, and asked with a glimmer of hope, "Are you sure you didn't take the wrong one?"

Is this a gift? Was it made in the kitchen?

"..."

Hongli quietly turned her head away; to be honest, she was a little embarrassed to speak...

"Hey!"

Hei Yang roared angrily, his voice trembling, "Hong Li! Explain yourself!"

"Ahem, that..."

Hongli coughed twice, glanced at Heiyang, steeled her resolve, and nodded firmly: "That's right! This is it! The soup I made for you! Quick, drink it while it's hot!"

"..."

Big brother, it's time to take your medicine.

As if a voice traversed time and space, Hei Yang's pupils shrank and then dilated. He sat dazedly at the table, his hands supporting his chin, carefully examining the thick soup in front of him: "Hmm, ah, at first glance, it doesn't look very appealing, but upon closer inspection, it seems to subtly align with the principles of nature and the wonders of the Great Dao..."

"Hey, so what are you talking about?"

Hongli gradually calmed down, looking at Heiyang with displeasure: "So are you going to drink it or not!"

"This one……"

Hei Yang snapped out of his daze and looked at Hong Li with a pained expression: "Xiao Li, have you tried it yourself?"

"Tch, so you really don't want to drink it..."

Hongli turned her head away and pouted, "If you don't want to drink, then forget it..."

"only……"

Hongli glanced at Heiyang, her eyes filled with resentment: "I really didn't expect it to turn out like this. I really put a lot of effort into it..."

"really……"

Hongli lowered her head: "Things I want to do but can't, no matter how hard I try, I can't do them."

Things you can do even if you don't want to, you can still get by smoothly even if you're lazy.

I finally put in the effort, and this is the result. It just goes to show, whether you try or not...

"Alright, alright, girl, stop reading. I know what to do."

Hei Yang rolled his eyes and sighed, "I'll drink it, okay?"

"you're so dumb!"

Hongli shouted, "It's poisonous! You dared to drink it? Didn't you even check if it's fit for human consumption?"

Hei Yang: "???"

"No, you're a really weird person, you know?"

Hei Yang muttered speechlessly, "You're the one who wants me to drink it, and you're also the one who doesn't want me to drink it. No matter what I do, it's wrong."

"that is not……"

Hongli muttered under her breath, "It's a clash between reason and emotion!"

"It should be a clash between sin and conscience, right?"

Hei Yang rubbed his temples, then suddenly took out a bottle of soul poison. He looked at the bottle, then at the bowl in front of him, and couldn't help but feel a black line appear on his forehead.

What are you holding?

Hongli asked curiously, "An antidote?"

"No, I just feel that using this as a topping for soup would create a nice visual effect."

Hei Yang silently withdrew the soul poison again: "Never mind..."

After a moment of silence, Hongli finally spoke cautiously: "How about you send that back, and I'll practice some more until it's no longer let anyone die from drinking it, then I'll make you some soup?"

Hei Yang: "..."