“Golden Heir Gu Wuji is calling?”
Around the bubbling copper hotpot cauldron on the porch, all five children perked up at once.
Fourteen-year-old Gu Nian swallowed a slice of crisp spirit-lettuce, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and looked toward the rear bumper where the twelve [Deluxe Galactic Egg-Laying Chicken Coops] were bolted.
“Dad, that’s the guy who wanted to saw my spine open,” Gu Nian said calmly. “Should I go over and show him my Chaos Bone?”
“Why walk all the way back to the chicken coops when we’re in the middle of dinner?” Gu Changsheng smiled, reaching out with a gentle curl of his Rank 8 Peak qi.
“Bring the crystal over here, Old Yao. It’s rude not to let a relative see what we’re eating.”
“Coming right up!” Grandpa Yao grinned.
Using a pair of bamboo egg-tongs so he wouldn’t disturb the nesting hens. Grandpa Yao plucked the blinking two-way Galactic Crystal Projector out of Chariot #1’s hay nest, carried it over to the porch dining table. Set it down right next to the hotpot stove.
