Chapter 70: Chapter 70: The Lifelong Enemy of Our Ancestor
“Also, there’s a time limit, look, right here, this is the timer, it’s in Arabic numerals, which mean the same as the traditional numbers used before…”
“When time is up, if you haven’t finished this round, you’ll have to start over!”
Xia Xin explained one detail after another, patiently teaching Jiangli how to play the game.
He felt that it was harder than playing the game himself.
Thanks to Xia Xin’s dedicated tutoring, Jiangli finally figured out how to play and could barely manage on her own.
He had already shed a layer of skin.
Watching the joyously engrossed Jiangli, Xia Xin sighed deeply.
Forget it, who asked for this to be his own ancestor?
He shook his head and continued his miserable journey to cook.
Shuaishuai just lay next to Jiangli, occasionally playing the role of the little strategist.
“No, no, you should connect this one! Linking these can eliminate a lot!”
“Hey, you’re so clumsy!”
Shuaishuai kept dishing out criticism.
Jiangli could no longer bear it, she coldly looked at him and smiled faintly, “What flavor do you want to become, spicy or barbecued?”
After staring at Jiangli for a second, Shuaishuai burst into tears, turned around and threw himself onto Xia Xin’s legs, shivering as he looked at Jiangli, muttering, “Bully!”
Jiangli snorted, “If you give any more unsolicited advice, I’ll show you what a real bully is!”
Shuaishuai pursed his lips, looking pitiful.
Xia Xin, seeing Jiangli behaving like a child, had no choice but to pat Shuaishuai on the head and tell him not to bother Jiangli.
After finally finishing cooking a meal, Xia Xin observed Shuaishuai and fell into worry again.
How was this little ghost going to eat?
By this time, Shuaishuai was already salivating over the food.
“Ancestor, what should we do about this little ghost?” Xia Xin served the food on the table, seeking Jiangli’s help.
Jiangli, engrossed in her phone, didn’t look up, “Just serve him a separate portion.”
Xia Xin didn’t understand, but still obediently responded and prepared a separate portion of the meal for Shuaishuai.
No sooner had he placed the bowl down than Jiangli took out a Talisman, slapped it onto Shuaishuai.
Xia Xin’s eyes widened. Before he could react, the Talisman Paper zipped into Shuaishuai’s body.
“Eat,” Jiangli mumbled between playing with her phone and shoveling rice, issuing a single command.
Shuaishuai looked at her, tentatively grabbed a chicken leg and bit into it with a crunch, “(╯▽╰) Yummy~~”
Xia Xin blinked, “Damn, he can really eat it?”
He looked incredulously at Jiangli.
“Ancestor, how did you do that?”
“Ghosts can’t eat Mortal World’s food because it harms their Soul Body. The turbidity and Yang energy are too strong for them to bear; it’s all about breaking the balance,” Jiangli explained, “Besides, he’s not really eating, just savoring the taste.”
Xia Xin mumbled to himself, but didn’t Shuaishuai just take a bite?
He turned to look, and upon closer inspection, he realized that the food in Shuaishuai’s bowl was untouched.
Even the chicken leg he had offered to Shuaishuai was still there.
And yet, the chicken leg in Shuaishuai’s hand had almost vanished.
This… what kind of trickery was this?
Xia Xin rubbed his eyes, thinking he had seen wrong, but when he opened them again, nothing had changed.
Jiangli didn’t offer any further explanation and immersed herself in her game.
Seeing this, Xia Xin shook his head helplessly and sighed inwardly.
Indeed, the smartphone is the eternal enemy of humankind.
Even the ancestors could not escape its clutches.
He clicked his tongue, sat down, and stopped bothering about Shuaishuai, focusing on his own meal instead.
As for Shuaishuai, as long as the little ghost was happily eating, that was good enough.