"Junior Brother, do you always eat like this?"
Xiao Hong lifted her skirt and walked in smiling.
Tian Lin quickly got up, exchanged fist-and-palm salutations with Xiao Hong, hurried to fetch a chair for her, and was not in a rush to take the cloth bag Xiao Hong placed on the table.
When he brought the teapot over to Xiao Hong, she had already opened the cloth bag and said:
"Here are 30 kilograms of Spirit Rice. If Junior Brother doesn't feel it's a loss, then give me your Spirit Stones."
After Tian Lin took out the Spirit Stones, she didn't reach out to take them but instead comforted Tian Lin:
"These 30 kilograms of Spirit Rice can at most nourish sixty of your acupoints with watery Spiritual Energy, not better than the Spirit Stones."
Tian Lin smiled, pushed the Spirit Stones towards her, and grabbed the bag of grain:
