Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter

Chapter 642: Chapter 641: Want to Hear Little Sister Say It Herself _1
 

Lin Jinyang took the best seat, putting on a smiling face: “Little sister, tell us about your time at the border. Big brother said you killed two Beiming princes on the battlefield all by yourself. Is it true?”

“Sixth Brother doesn’t believe it?”

Lin Qingluo raised her eyebrows, deliberately asking in a teasing tone.

“Of course, Sixth Brother believes it.”

Lin Jinyang straightened his back, looking quite proud. In a flash, he continued to smile obsequiously: “I just wanted to hear it from little sister herself.”

“Since Sixth Brother believes it, then it’s true.”

Lin Qingluo smiled, lifted the pot lid, and scooped a piece of spare rib with a spoon, holding it up to Lin Jinpeng, who was across from the stove.

“Seventh Brother, give it a try. Is it cooked yet?”

“Alright.”

Lin Jinpeng immediately perked up. Fearless of the heat, he opened his mouth and took a bite.

“Mmm, delicious. Little sister’s stewed ribs are so delicious.”

Praising out of habit came easily to him.

“I asked if it was cooked, not for irrelevant comments.”

Lin Jinyang looked a bit jealous, eyeing the spoon in his sister’s hand, wanting to taste a piece as well.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

“Sixth Brother can have a taste too.”

Seeing through his thoughts, Lin Qingluo scooped another piece of spare rib and held it up to his mouth.

“Hehe.”

Lin Jinyang picked up the rib, laughing foolishly despite being scalded by the heat.

“Is it cooked?”

Lin Qingluo looked at her two brothers with a wide smile, her eyes curving.

“It’s cooked; we can eat now.”

Lin Jinpeng finished his spare rib, not wanting to spit out the bone and sucking on it for the soup.

“It’s cooked, cooked.”

Lin Jinyang nodded in agreement, his words muffled by the heat.

“Alright, the soy sauce ribs are ready. Let’s eat.”

Lin Qingluo announced with a beaming face, waving her spoon.

“Dinnertime!”

The two Lin brothers answered in unison, competing to serve their little sister food and carry dishes to the table.

With two big pots of food served in basins, the siblings gathered around the stone table, laughing and chatting as they enjoyed dinner.

Baoya and Hunao whined hungrily, circling around their young master’s feet, restless for attention.

Lin Yixuan, accustomed to feeding Baoya, filled a bowl with two chunks of meat and bone and set it on the ground.

Baoya and Hunao rushed over at once, fighting over the meat and bones.

Being crafty, Baoya snatched a large piece and gleefully ran away with it in his mouth.

“Crunch, crunch.”

Hunao, who failed to snatch the big piece, didn’t complain and lay by the bowl, happily gnawing on the meat and bone with his tender teeth.

Everyone enjoyed the simple, home-cooked meal to their heart’s content.

Breaking from the formal customs of not speaking while eating or sleeping, the three Lin brothers chatted with their little sister throughout the meal, laughter filling the air from beginning to end.

*

Since acquiring the Blessed Land, Lin Qingluo had grown accustomed to visiting it every night before sleeping.

She tended to her herb garden, harvested Spirit Rice, and picked some fresh Spirit Peaches while she was at it.

As night deepened, she watched Lin Yixuan take the soothing pills and drift off to sleep.

With her mind at ease, she returned to her own room, took out The Orb, and entered the Blessed Land.

Little Kingfisher also flew in, perching on a peach tree and happily eating the Spirit Peaches.

Lin Qingluo let the small creature play while she fetched some Spiritual Spring water and watered the medicinal plants in the herb garden she had just set up in the afternoon.

The Spiritual Spring water contained abundant spiritual energy, making the medicinal plants stretch their branches comfortably and their buds blossom at a visible speed.

“Little Green Kite will grow faster if you feed it Spiritual Spring water.”

Little Kingfisher had enjoyed eating the Spirit Peaches and flew over from the peach grove, landing on its master’s shoulder.

“Yin’er really likes that little guy?”

Lin Qingluo’s eyebrows raised, her face showing a rare hint of surprise.