Chapter 49: The Foodie, Sour Cowpeas Stir-Fried with Minced Pork, and Shredded Pork in Garlic Sauce

"Look at what you're saying. Even if Weian doesn't marry Yunxiao, just based on my relationship with Xiurong, she's still my own daughter. I think you're just jealous of me!"
Liang Suhua stepped forward and took Guo Mingdi's hand. The two veteran comrades exchanged a glance and both broke into a happy, light chuckle.
Qu Xiurong clicked her tongue twice.
"Would you like me to stir-fry a couple of dishes for you and warm up a pot of wine?"
"Sure! One pot isn't too little, and two pots wouldn't be too many for us."
Liang Suhua then—
"Wah..." Natasha's tears broke through the dam, and she cried even more miserably. She tightly hugged Lee's waist, terrified that he would break his promise and walk away. Gradually, crying herself to exhaustion, she fell asleep just like that.
"Do you think I'm being too ruthless?" he turned his head and said to Andrew, who had stepped out from the corner of the wall.
A bullet burrowed into the right chest of a Wolf Gang member. Not dying instantly, he clutched his throat and wailed frantically, finally remembering his mother who had once begged him not to join the gang, screaming, "Mom, save me!" Listening to his screams, the young faces surrounding him gradually turned pale.
To strike was to take a life. Since it was entirely impractical to put this to use in the real world, Tang Jin decided to put aside all other considerations and first master the ability to control his strength. As for what to do with this martial prowess, he would think about it slowly later.
A powerful America could not allow failure, or at least could not tolerate the Vietnam War, which had dealt a heavy blow to America's pride. The White House announced that North Vietnam must accept the new ceasefire agreement, or face even more ferocious attacks. Thus, before the US troops in Vietnam had even fully withdrawn, tens of thousands more were shipped to the battlefield.
Even so, after swaying slightly, Xu Qingyue's figure did not drop to his knees as Du Pingxi had anticipated.
On Christmas Day, Jenny gave Lee a white scarf. Wearing a black suit and the scarf, Lee almost thought he had been possessed by the God of Gamblers.
Within the Suxin Sect, retired leaders automatically assumed the role of elders, which was why Gao Yue was addressed as "Elder Gao."
A trace of arrogance flashed across the Golden Beast King's eyes. As a proud and favored son of heaven belonging to the formidable Orc race, how could he be defeated so easily?
Every expectation she had once held for love turned into a complete joke the moment she saw this wild rose.
"Yuan'er, feel free to speak your mind. Ninth Sister-in-law certainly won't tell anyone else." I'll only tell your Ninth Brother, to death with you. Qu You smiled mischievously, raising a hand to poke Chu Yuan's arm.
Once a week of forbearance erupted, it could no longer be reined in. Mo Yitian forcefully possessed her body, making love to her from the head of the bed all the way to the foot.
Even without the Huo Corporation, Huo Tian could always start over from scratch. His strength was sufficient to counter all external forces, whereas Huo Ping always fancied himself powerful yet had no way to weather all of this. If he lost this lawsuit and was left with nothing, he would never be able to rise again.
"Let me go! I want to go back! I want to go back..." Struggling frantically like a madwoman, Jian Man cried and screamed hysterically. She had to go back and take a look.
"Mier, your father and I have decided to go to the capital with you," Xiuniang said earnestly.
"No, it's inconvenient to get out of there, and it's just an empty place with hardly anyone around—it's boring to death. I have to go to interviews starting tomorrow, I found a new company." Jian Man mumbled somewhat indistinctly as she ate lobster meat.
Rong Jin shook off her hand, intending to leave. Shenge had finally found him; how could she let him leave just like that? She raised her hand to hook her arm around his neck, stood on tiptoe, and pressed her lips directly against his.
Seeing this, Baizhi frowned as well. This guy was an idiot; clearly, there was no one in the room, yet he was still kneeling there. And he had been kneeling for so long, too.
Wen Nuan's expression appeared even more detached. However, both of them were dressed exquisitely, and as they approached, they looked somewhat out of place. When they went upstairs, they ran into a resident of the apartment building—an impoverished and down-and-out middle-aged man who stared at Wen Nuan for a moment, struck dumb as if gazing upon a heavenly being.