Although Gu Xi had been raised as a human weapon since she was a child, she was still a kid, and kids throw tantrums sometimes.
Back then, Li Ming and the others would secretly coax her with all sorts of fruits and little snacks.
She never expected to taste Ming's cooking again after so many years.
Gu Xi looked down at the walnut crisps in front of her and couldn't help but smile.
The little green sprout sensed its master's mood and eagerly rolled up a piece, lifting it to her lips.
Gu Xi took a bite… then frowned slightly. 'This doesn't seem like Ming's cooking, does it?'
'But maybe it's just because the ingredients are different now?'
Forcing herself to ignore the sour, astringent taste that filled her mouth, Gu Xi slowly and deliberately finished the walnut crisp, savoring it.
A nostalgic look appeared on her face.
Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away in Farm House No. 9527, a sleeping Wei Heng noticed his personal terminal beep.
