In a dilapidated, simple, and small restaurant, the first floor is similar to a bar, with no door at the entrance, just a simple screen.
Along the corridor next to it, leading to the second floor, there is a room of only a few square meters, covered with a simple bed with sisal, no quilt, and no pillow.
Wang Jing lay sideways on the bed, looking at the sky outside the window, counting thirteen thousand eight hundred and thirty-eight sheep, still not asleep.
"That boss's sugar-fried chestnuts are simply an immortal cultivation artifact, you don't have to sleep at all after eating it......"
With a sigh, Wang Jing struggled to get up and lean against the wall to avoid back pain from lying down for too long.
Since eating sugar-fried chestnuts, any sleepiness has disappeared.
In the past,
