Ming Lingyi wasn't clear on what happened after that.
Because her eyes were covered by Li Yun's large hands.
But the sound of a man's wretched screams certainly reached her ears.
When Ming Lingyi awoke on the soft couch, she felt a little disoriented.
She reached up and placed the back of her hand on her forehead. 'Perhaps it was because I'd been listening to Yao Niang's story that I had such a muddled dream about Li Yun. Or maybe Li Yun wasn't the point at all. The real point was probably that woman from the Northern Land I once met by chance.'
After a moment to collect herself, as if fully waking up, Ming Lingyi finally got up from the soft couch.
After freshening up and tying a cotton kerchief around her head, Ming Lingyi went out to the front of the shop.
Xiao Chun had already finished kneading the dough and was now in the back kitchen, peeling garlic.
Ming Lingyi picked up a wooden plaque and wrote on it in large characters: "Golden Jiji Qiong Ban."
