My game, Orange Flavor, is great!

The two people on the sofa were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter at her outfit, which made her look like a cleaning lady.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Thin Snow

The shopping mall was brightly decorated with Christmas lights and ornaments, creating a joyful atmosphere everywhere.

"It's already the 16th, and there are less than ten days until Christmas..." It wasn't until he saw the Christmas tree in the center of the mall that Lu Zhao belatedly realized that Christmas was just around the corner.

Just two days ago, she and Xia Zhifei had a long-term argument about whether or not to go on a Christmas trip. Now that she thinks about it, it feels like a long time has passed.

Subconsciously rubbing his slightly cold hands, Lu Zhao exhaled a breath of warm carbon dioxide before hurriedly stepping into the mall.

In this cold weather, we need to eat something hot.

Although I knew Song Lingge wasn't suffering from a stomach ailment, judging from her complexion, it would be better for her to eat something bland.

After thinking it over, she felt that the only food that was light, warm, and suitable for this time of year was probably mutton.

In her world, every winter solstice, her family would cook a big pot of mutton soup, which was extremely warming. She would eat until she was stuffed before she would put down her bowl.

Thinking of this, Lu Zhao's originally fast pace unconsciously slowed down. She looked blankly at the shopping mall in front of her, which was no different from the shops in her memory, and felt a little dazed for a moment.

Where is she now?

Her world?

Or is it the world of games?

"Miss, is that all you want? Five catties of mutton? Do you need any other seasonings?"

The shouts of the shop assistant beside her pulled her out of her daze. Lu Zhao came to her senses, hurriedly replied "Add as you see fit," and then fell silent again.

How could you have such a thought?

This is another world, not hers.

How could she confuse the two?

That world holds her family, relatives, and friends, and traces of her life over the past twenty years. But here, she can only cower in the body of someone with the same name as her, playing that person and enjoying their legacy.

And now, she's actually despicably comparing the two worlds...

Lu Zhao clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

One day, she will go back, back to the world that belongs to her.

She took the bag from the shop assistant, paid for it, and then turned around with a serious expression.

The festive atmosphere outside due to the approaching Christmas did not affect her mood at all. Lu Zhao raised her head, glanced at the life-sized Christmas tree placed at the door, her eyes darkened, and she turned and walked towards the exit.

Suddenly, a figure rushed out from the side and crashed into her. Without thinking, Lu Zhao paused, slightly turned her body, and easily dodged the figure. She also reached out and grabbed the collar of the unbalanced man in time, thus saving him from injury.

"Ahhh...Eh?" The man, whose collar she had grabbed, screamed, feeling his face about to make intimate contact with the ground, but unexpectedly, a force from behind pulled him up.

Once he had regained his footing, Lu Zhao released his grip, whispered a reminder to "watch where you're going," and then turned and left.

The man paused for a moment, then hurried over to her. "Hey! Thank you for helping me earlier!"

A tone with a foreign accent.

Lu Zhao looked up at the other person and saw that he had a typical foreign face, with blue eyes and a high nose. According to her aesthetic standards, he was a very handsome man.

Even so, she didn't stop. "It's just a small favor. If there's nothing else, could you please not block the doorway?"

She's in a bad mood right now and doesn't want to talk to strangers.

The foreign man was stunned for a moment, then immediately made way for her. He blinked in confusion as he watched Lu Zhao walk past him without looking at him.

"The Spirit Race?"

He murmured to himself, wanting to follow, but was stopped by a clear female voice behind him, "Emily?"

The man called Emil turned around and, upon seeing the Russian woman who had suddenly appeared before him, flashed a bright smile. "Irina, long time no see! You've become even more beautiful!"

The petite woman rolled her eyes, and with a tone completely at odds with her delicate features, she blurted out, "You're still the same as before, all smooth talk! By the way, you came here this time also for that matter, right?"

Emil's smile vanished, and he immediately forgot about the Elf Clan lady he had just encountered. He nodded solemnly, "Yes, I didn't expect such an accident to happen. The Elf Management Bureau sent me here as their representative to see what exactly happened."

“Heimdall?” Irina raised an eyebrow with interest. “Your European Bureau of Spiritual Affairs actually sent you here. It seems things haven’t been going so well these past few years.”

“Hey, I’m telling you…” Emil shrugged helplessly, “There’s nothing I can do. Half of the top ten serial numbers are here.”

As he spoke, he pointed meaningfully downwards to the ground.

Irina smiled dismissively, "What top ten sequence? It's just the order in which they awakened. The truly powerful Spirit Race doesn't care about that."

She took out her phone, casually glanced at the photos of people marked "Dangerous," and gave a disdainful snort.

The first person shown above is an Asian woman with red eyes.

Emil glanced curiously at her phone, and her expression froze for a moment when she saw the first person's name.

"What's wrong?" Irina asked curiously.

The man stared intently at the photo for a while before awkwardly looking away. "No... I must have been mistaken. You know, I've always had trouble recognizing Asian faces."

The woman in the photo has red eyes, but the Elven woman he just saw clearly had black eyes... Hmm, he must be mistaken!

"Ah sneeze!"

Lu Zhao was walking down the street when she couldn't help but sneeze, wondering who was cursing her again.

It's just past 10 a.m. now. She can go back and prepare the mutton for soup. After lunch and a short rest, she can go to the martial arts school to meet up with her senior brothers from the national team.

"Bai Yan, let's get this straight," she said softly, placing her left hand on her chest, "this is my battle, you are not allowed to interfere."

Something seemed to beat deep within my heart, but it quickly fell silent.

What's there to worry about? It's not like she's going to war and risking her life.

Lu Zhao's lips curled up slightly, feeling a little happy because of the worry welling up from the depths of his heart.

A cold breeze brought a chill, and she paused, looked up at the sky, and reached out to catch a trembling, falling crystal.

Snowing.

Feeling the coolness melting in her palm, she silently clenched her fist, finally shaking off her depression.

At a street corner behind her, a slender figure appeared and disappeared, her bright eyes holding a hint of a smile.

The author was also frustrated by the snail-paced progress of the romance in Chapter Twenty-Eight.

Snowflakes fell in a flurry, dancing gracefully before Lu Zhao's eyes.

In that world, being a southerner, she had rarely seen snow like this, pure white and light, like starlight falling on her hands.

The consequence of being captivated by the beautiful scenery was that Lu Zhao lingered on the street for at least twenty minutes before reluctantly returning to Song Lingge's home.

Xia Zhifei had just finished helping Messiah with her chores. When she returned, she glared at her resentfully, "Did you wait for me to finish cleaning before coming back?"

Lu Zhao was at a loss for words, and while putting down the mutton, he explained, "It snowed just now, so I was delayed for a while."

"What's so interesting about that? It happens every year." The young lady was clearly dissatisfied with her explanation.

See, this is also the difference between her and the original owner.

She silently told herself, but kept a smile on her face. "Okay, I'll take care of things in the kitchen by myself. You guys stay in the living room and keep her company."

"Of course!" Messiah ran over with a grin and pulled the young lady away. "Sister Xiaofei, come quick, Sister Song wants us to play cards together!"

Would Song Lingge bring this up on her own initiative? You probably brought it up yourself, didn't you?

Lu Zhao looked at her with an expression that seemed to see right through her. He watched the two people enter the living room, then shook his head and smiled before carrying the mutton into the kitchen.

A short while later, the doorbell rang.

Song Lingge put down the cards and smiled, "It must be the little girl the captain called. She just called me and asked me to let her in."

"Little kid?" Xia Zhifei glanced suspiciously towards the door before getting up to open it. The moment she saw the person standing there, her face lit up with joy. "Xiao Wenzi, what brings you here!"

Wen Ruo stood shyly at the door, holding a bottle of drink in her hand. "I... Sister Lu asked me to come."

Has her Ah Zhao finally come to his senses?

Xia Zhifei welcomed her in with sparkling eyes, giving Wen Ruo several glances like a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law, until she blushed, before adding, "Didn't you have class today?"

"I had a class in the morning, and I came over after that," Wenruo explained in a barely audible voice as she changed her slippers with her head down.

Well, the first get out of class usually ends at 10 o'clock, and it takes at least 20 minutes to get here by taxi. It's 10:30 now, so it seems that this kid rushed over as soon as he received Ah Zhao's message.

Xia Zhifei grew increasingly fond of this shy and polite child, and immediately led him into the living room, introducing him to the two people who had not yet met Wenruo.

"Um...where's Sister Lu?" As soon as she sat down, Wenruo couldn't help but look around.

"She's making lunch in the kitchen," the young lady said with a mischievous smile. "Would you like to go and see her?"

The little angel had never seen such a gossipy expression before, and quickly waved her hand, "No, no need, I'll just sit here."

Xia Zhifei pursed his lips in boredom, but considering that the kid in front of him was only a freshman in college and should just be an adult, it was understandable that he wasn't proactive in this area.

She didn't say anything more, picked up the cards on the table and said, "It's okay, let's play Landlord!"

The laughter and chatter in the living room reached Lu Zhao's ears in the kitchen. She secretly went to the door and peeked over. When she saw that the female lead seemed to be getting along well with her three potential boyfriends, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She always creates opportunities to help them, which shows how hard she works.

Even if no romantic sparks fly, at least let them get to know each other a little better, so that it will be easier for me to ask Wenruo if she wants to join the Bureau of Spirituality.

Back in the kitchen, after preparing the mutton and putting it in the pot, Lu Zhao looked up and realized it was already eleven o'clock.

Considering the pleasant atmosphere outside, she thought for a moment and decided not to go out with them. Instead, she stayed alone in the kitchen, silently watching the soup that had not yet boiled.

"Ding-dong." The phone suddenly rang.

She picked it up and saw that a stranger had requested to add her as a friend on WeChat.

The nickname and profile picture are both L.

Who is this person? Does she know him?

I frowned and clicked into the other person's profile, only to find that there was nothing there. There was no three-day access to Moments; it was truly empty.

I guess it's some kind of business selling movies or tea.

She's not used to directly refusing; usually, in this situation, she chooses to leave it as is until the application expires.