"Ah, it's really nostalgic. It's been three thousand four hundred twenty-seven years, one month, and three days since I last tasted such delicious Spiritual Tea!" Xiao Zizai exclaimed with emotion.
Xiao Hong, with a face full of disbelief: "Didn't you have some yesterday, the day before, and even the day before that?"
"You can't say it like that, I've gone over three thousand years without it, so how can just three days be enough?" Xiao Zizai waved his hand dismissively.
"Alright, stop pretending. So, what's the family planning to do with me this time?" Xiao Hong asked with a blank expression.
"Xiao Hong, I remember holding you when you were little, don't be so distant, you should call me Third Uncle!" Xiao Zizai grinned impishly.
"Alright, Third Uncle, please tell me, what's the family procedure for me?" Xiao Hong put on a fake smile.
"Fake, too fake." Seeing that Xiao Hong was getting a bit impatient and clenching her fist, Xiao Zizai quickly continued, "I don't know."
