My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker! Chapter 2708 - 2708 Eyes Rolling?

Chapter 2708 - 2708 Eyes Rolling?

2708 Eyes Rolling?

She might as well summon her ethereal consciousness and manifest it to open the versatile food box, retrieving a meat bun from within.

Without any hesitation, she took a bite.

Not needing to vocalize it, the bun was hot and soft, its flavor particularly satisfying. It was no wonder Xiao Lin’er couldn’t stop raving about these buns after having just one.

Qiao Mu’s gaze softened as thoughts of her tender, affectionate younger sister Li’l Sis crossed her mind.

Her attention s.h.i.+fted to the row of 3000 stone statues, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

Finally, an empty s.p.a.ce emerged behind the stone sculpture. Aside from the peculiar snake-shaped figure, its form seemingly in a howling stance towards the sky, there stood Aunt-Master Jin, pacing back and forth as if afflicted with ADHD.

Ever since the gold giant Aunt-Master had emerged to a.s.sist Qiaoqiao previously, she had been contained within Qiaoqiao’s inner world, restricted to a distance of 500 meters.

It was as if this ma.s.sive gold giant couldn’t cease its ceaseless pacing around the snake sculpture, a behavior that left Qiaoqiao perpetually vexed.

Qiao Mu felt a growing sense of frustration. Just as she was about to s.h.i.+ft her gaze elsewhere, her attention abruptly froze, her ethereal consciousness locking onto the serpent-shaped stone sculpture.

Could it be a figment of her imagination?

Had she truly witnessed the rock-like eyes of the serpent sculpture moving, as though its gaze had s.h.i.+fted beneath its stone eyelids?

No need to frighten herself unnecessarily.

With caution, Qiao Mu scrutinized the serpent sculpture once more. As it remained utterly motionless, she finally let out a sigh of relief.

It must have been her mind playing tricks on her earlier.

She chided herself for allowing her imagination to run wild and torment her throughout the day.

Qiao Mu couldn’t help but stifle a chuckle at her own timidity. She retracted her ethereal consciousness and s.h.i.+fted her attention to the manifestation of it, which was currently sifting through a heap of jewels, searching for a small bronze chest.

Eventually, the diminutive manifestation managed to uncover several small bronze chests nestled within the treasure pile.

For some inexplicable reason, an odd sensation brushed against Qiao Mu’s heart.

A sense lingered that beneath the visible layers, around ten or so of these small bronze-hued chests remained hidden. Concurrently, a curiosity compelled her to examine their contents.

Driven by this intrigue, she unlatched one of the chests, revealing an a.s.sortment of books and handwritten letters within.

The collection of books was substantial.

Qiao Mu’s ethereal consciousness adjusted, selecting three of the boxes. With deliberate intent, she dispatched her consciousness back to Paradise Planet, resuming her training of the ethereal consciousness.

The purpose of these books and letters eluded her.

As Qiao Mu perused through them, she discovered an array of poison sutras and pharmacopeias that stirred a deep sense of familiarity.

Selecting a book at random, she skimmed through its pages. The faint traces of prior study were evident, generating a faint echo of recognition within her.

Subsequently, she seized a brush and paper, writing for a moment before setting them down.

Comparing her handwriting to the text in the book, she nodded in affirmation. Despite nuances, both forms of script undoubtedly belonged to her.

Where once her penmans.h.i.+p was somewhat nascent, now it exuded an elevated grace and sophistication, embodying both form and essence.

With a sigh of relief, Qiao Mu retrieved a handwritten letter. As she unfolded it, her eyes involuntarily welled with tears.

Indeed, it was a letter penned by her Master. Notably, the characters “Xuan Huang” were inscribed on the lower left corner of the opening page.

She perused through several manuals, absorbing their contents. One detailed techniques for training individuals and managing a workforce, while another outlined a swift path to becoming a shop owner.

The texts encompa.s.sed everything from the intricacies of purchasing and selling establishments to adeptly selecting prime locations and adorning interiors with meticulous precision.

Yet, the most intriguing ma.n.u.script expounded upon the operation of a restaurant.

Within its pages lay instructions for arranging outdoor seating, standardizing the attire of shop a.s.sistants, elevating recipes to a sophisticated level, and more.

Curiously, these methodologies bore an uncanny resemblance to those of Eldest Madam Mu’s.

Qiao Mu’s eyes flickered.