Luo Qianqian returned home, immediately lifted her skirt and rushed into the kitchen, not caring about Elvis's odd look in the slightest. In no time, she took out a large bag of things, handed it to Deng Ming, and looked at him with a mischievous smile: "I won't give you anything from Grandpa Deng's stash— the juice is already gone, only one jar secretly kept by my brother is left. Once opened, it needs to be finished quickly, or it'll spoil. This is for you... hmm, this one is for longevity, for the chief."
"Is there nothing for me?" Deng Ming looked at the Small Jade Bottle in Luo Qianqian's hand, suddenly very surprised, carefully tucked it into his chest.
"You're still young; why would you need this stuff? Who knows when some accident... ahem, what I mean is this only blocks physical aging, can't prevent accidents." Luo Qianqian nearly choked on her saliva, secretly stuck out her tongue, almost blurting out what was really on her mind.
