Unlike others in this world, You Ming An has a better understanding of the role of a backup.
She is well aware of the term “backup turning official.”
In other words, even if one is a backup, as long as they work hard and win the goddess’s favor, they can be promoted to the official position.
As a backup, You Ming An’s only goal right now is to achieve that promotion.
The table is filled with meat and vegetables, but You Ming An isn’t eating.
She uses the public chopsticks to serve food to Song Cha, placing dish after dish of meat and vegetables into Song Cha’s bowl.
Looking at the food piled in her bowl, Song Cha feels somewhat satisfied.
You Ming An is truly a good person, taking such care of her and even serving her food.
This situation makes Song Cha have a good impression of You Ming An.
However, even though she is internally pleased with You Ming An’s actions, Song Cha still has to pretend a little.
She slightly furrows her brows and looks at You Ming An, saying, “Sister An, you don’t need to keep serving me. I prefer to eat more vegetables, so I don’t need this much meat.”
You Ming An: “……”
You Ming An looked down at Song Cha’s bowl.
The amount of food she just served is quite substantial, already piled high in Song Cha’s small bowl.
Even when Song Cha hadn’t spoken, You Ming An had no intention of serving more.
But upon hearing Song Cha’s words, the thought of not serving her immediately vanished, and she picked up another bowl to continue serving.
“Cha Cha, you should eat more meat to replenish your nutrients.”
Song Cha: “……”
Song Cha weakly shakes her head, clearly refusing.
However, this refusal is far too weak in front of You Ming An to be effective.
So, You Ming An continues to serve food to Song Cha.
Song Cha: “……”
Seeing that Song Cha has fallen silent, You Ming An isn’t flustered.
No, in fact, she not only remains calm, but her movements while serving food become even quicker.
Yes, her actions of serving food are noticeably faster.
Soon, another bowl is filled to the brim with meat.
Looking at the two small bowls filled with the best meat, Song Cha reluctantly picks up her chopsticks and starts to eat.
Meanwhile, You Ming An watched Song Cha eat with a pleasant mood.
You Ming An knows Song Cha very well.
Earlier, she hadn’t planned to continue serving herself, but after hearing Song Cha’s words, she resumed taking food.
This wasn’t You Ming An acting on her own accord; it was because she understood Song Cha too well.
Having lived with Song Cha for such a long time, You Ming An had heard Song Cha on the phone numerous times.
When Song Cha was in the modern world, her tone during phone calls was always very gentle.
And while nestled in Song Cha’s embrace, being petted by her, You Ming An had overheard many of Song Cha’s phone conversations.
Some people would offer to send gifts to Song Cha, and after she declined, some clever ones would ignore her refusal and continue talking to her on the phone.
You Ming An often heard Song Cha engage in several phone calls with such people.
However, there were also some seemingly straightforward men who, upon hearing Song Cha refuse gifts, genuinely stopped sending them.
In those cases, although You Ming An saw Song Cha smiling, that smile never reached her eyes.
Moreover, those people often never had the chance to contact Song Cha again.
Song Cha would actively find reasonable excuses to distance herself from them.
Since hearing Song Cha on the phone so many times, You Ming An understood that as long as it was beneficial to Song Cha or something she liked, even if she declined, it wasn’t a sincere refusal.
In such situations, one must never simply agree with Song Cha’s words.
Once you go along with Song Cha’s statements about not sending gifts, not helping her, or not… in the future, the result would often be that Song Cha would sever ties with that person.
This time, You Ming An quickly validated her thoughts.
She saw that Song Cha, who usually didn’t like meat, was eating it all up and even quietly took a few pieces from the plate.
You Ming An: “…”
You Ming An was not surprised at all.
After seeing Song Cha eat meat, You Ming An finally began to serve herself some as well.
Holding her chopsticks, You Ming An picked up a piece of meat from the edge of the plate.
As soon as the meat entered her mouth, You Ming An felt it was incredibly delicious.
Yes, it was incredibly delicious.
But this deliciousness wasn’t about the taste; it was emotional.
The dishes Song Cha made could only be considered average in flavor.
Now that You Ming An was wealthy, she could enjoy countless delicious foods.
However, no matter how good the food was, it couldn’t compare to Song Cha’s cooking in You Ming An’s eyes.
Just thinking about the fact that these dishes were made by Song Cha herself made even the most unappetizing food seem delicious to You Ming An.
Not to mention, the taste of this food was quite good.
At first, You Ming An ate slowly.
Because while eating, she also had to pay attention to Song Cha.
Song Cha hadn’t had dinner yet, and in this situation, if she ate the dishes too quickly, it was very likely that she would finish them all.
But how could she possibly eat all the dishes in such a case?
She had to wait for Song Cha, to wait until Song Cha was full before she could continue eating these dishes.
Song Cha’s pace of eating wasn’t too slow.
After a while, Song Cha finally stopped eating.
At that moment, You Ming An’s speed of eating picked up significantly.
These dishes were made by Song Cha for her, and she intended to finish them all.
Meanwhile, Song Cha watched You Ming An eat with such speed and grace, feeling somewhat speechless.
You Ming An truly was a foodie; even the dishes that Song Cha considered average tasted so delicious to her.
Song Cha poured two cups of tea, one for herself and one for You Ming An, placing it in front of her.
In this situation, Song Cha began to sip her tea patiently, waiting for You Ming An to finish her meal.
After a full half an hour, having finished two cups of tea, You Ming An finally completed her meal.
Seeing the table cleared of all the dishes made Song Cha unable to resist glancing at You Ming An’s stomach.
Having eaten so much, You Ming An’s stomach still looked the same, showing no signs of change.
Song Cha: “…”
Cultivating immortality truly was a remarkable thing.
You Ming An’s stomach gave off a feeling as if it connected to another dimension.
Although it was merely an illusion.
After finishing Song Cha’s food, You Ming An began to wash the dishes.
You Ming An was now a Nascent Soul stage cultivator.
In this cultivation world, strength was everything.
Here, Nascent Soul stage cultivators were also considered powerful.
In such a context, many Golden Core stage cultivators were quite proud, and even more so for Nascent Soul stage cultivators, who often looked down on others with disdain.
However, You Ming An, a cultivation genius who reached the Nascent Soul stage at just nineteen, willingly washed dishes here without any complaints.
One must admit, this was truly a deep, profound love.
While You Ming An washed the dishes, Song Cha watched from the side.
As You Ming An manipulated the water to wash the dishes, each one became clean.
After finishing the dishes, the now clean You Ming An looked gently at Song Cha.
Her gaze was tender and doting, without a hint of ill intent.
Song Cha felt a sense of joy and contentment.
Having mountains here is truly a wonderful thing; not only can one find shade and coolness, but it also makes these cultivators feel a bit more at ease.
“Cha Cha, are you tired?”
Just as Song Cha was lost in thought, You Ming An spoke up.
“I’m not tired,” Song Cha shook her head.
Hearing this, You Ming An’s previously furrowed brows relaxed significantly.
Just as You Ming An was in a good mood, a sudden knock on the door interrupted him.
Listening to the knocking, Song Cha hesitated for a moment.
Who could be knocking?
With that thought, Song Cha opened the door directly, wanting to see who had come.
However, as soon as she opened the door, Song Cha was taken aback.
Standing outside was someone she was incredibly familiar with, someone she recognized the moment she arrived in this world.
The person before her had a strong build, a handsome face, and several deep claw marks on his cheeks, his complexion pale and somewhat weak.
Without a doubt, the person in front of her was Long Aotian.
Before Song Cha realized that luck could be seized, her attitude towards Long Aotian had been quite good.
She had even hoped to ride on Long Aotian’s luck to level up.
But ever since she discovered that luck could be taken, Song Cha no longer valued Long Aotian as much.
She remembered the last time she saw Long Aotian, she had promised to help him ask her master to refine pills.
But now, all of that was gone.
Seeing Song Cha open the door, a flicker of disgust crossed Long Aotian’s eyes.
However, this disgust was buried deep within him; what he showed on the surface was a smile.
“Fairy Song Cha, I apologize for the intrusion.”
Unlike his past arrogance, Long Aotian had become much more humble now.
Song Cha was not particularly surprised by this change in Long Aotian.
People do change, especially under the influence of their surroundings; such changes happen quickly.
In the past, Long Aotian spoke with a certain dominance and confidence.
At that time, he had the capital to be proud; his cultivation talent was not weak, and he could become a strong cultivator one day.
But now it was different; although Long Aotian had reached the peak of Foundation Building and his cultivation was progressing steadily, he had not yet broken through to the Golden Core stage.
Or rather, with his own efforts, Long Aotian simply could not break through to Golden Core on his own.
He could only attempt it with the best pills available.
Thinking of this, Long Aotian looked at Song Cha with a hint of pleading in his gaze:
“Fairy Song Cha, may I ask if the elixir your master concocted to help me recover from my injuries was successful?”
Song Cha: “……”
Hearing Long Aotian’s words, Song Cha fell silent.
In fact, Song Cha hadn’t prepared any elixirs for Long Aotian at all; she hadn’t even mentioned this to Chu Man.
All her agreements with Long Aotian were merely superficial.
Meanwhile, Long Aotian noticed Song Cha’s silence and, for some reason, suddenly felt an ominous premonition.
However, out of self-preservation, Long Aotian suppressed this unsettling thought.
He looked earnestly at Song Cha, hoping to receive a favorable answer from her.
Long Aotian: “Fairy Song Cha, may I ask you…”
