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The evening breeze was the wannest. Lois Abbott lay on Greg Jensen’s chest, a content smile on her face.

For some reason, her body was exhausted, but her spirit was abnormally excited, and she felt especially comfortable and refreshed like never before.

Greg Jensen’s eyes were closed as he leaned against the headboard, appearing to be napping, but was in fact sensing the changes within his body.

The True Qi in his body had grown a full circle, at least equivalent to a month of cultivation.

In other words, what might have taken half a year to reach the second level of

Qi Refinement now only needed five months.

However, all things should not be overdone, and this applied to Dual Cultivation as well—the “Yin Yang Harmony Sutra” detailed just that.

In the Qi Refinement Realm, it was better not to take shortcuts, as it was easy to destabilize one’s foundation and make it difficult to break through to higher levels.

So, it was best not to be opportunistic, and instead, break through with daily cultivation, accumulating over time.

Greg Jensen snapped back to reality and suddenly felt an itch on his chest. Looking down, he saw Lois Abbott absentmindedly drawing circles on him.

Watching her gentle demeanor, and thinking back to their previous frenzy, he felt himself losing control again.

“Humph, if you dare to misbehave, I’ll strangle you,” he said.

“You think you can?” she retorted.

The two of them started frolicking on the bed, laughing and playing.

When they were tired from the frolic, they embraced each other and leaned against the headboard. Looking up, they realized the moon had already risen above the willow tops.

Strangely, Lois Abbott didn’t feel weary; instead, she felt exhilarated. She was tired, but her spirits were even higher!

“How strange, how do I feel…” she wondered aloud.

“Great?” he offered.

Startled, Lois looked up, only to see Greg Jensen’s mischievous grin. Her face instantly blushed.

“Get lost, a dog’s mouth can’t spit out ivory!” she snapped.

“Haha, of course, your mouth can’t spit it out. If it could, we wouldn’t need to do anything else; I’d just have you spit all day,” he teased.

Flustered, Lois changed her expression and pounced on him with clawing gestures.

But she was no match for Greg Jensen, who subdued her in just a few moves.

Greg Jensen smacked her bottom twice, “I’ve said that those who don’t keep their word need to be punished.”

“Alt!” she yelped.

Quickly begging for mercy, Lois conceded, “I give up, I’ll keep my word…”

The two played around for a while longer before embracing each other and heading to the bathroom.

Having had the experience they just did, Lois let loose a lot, no longer acting shy like before.

And in her heart, a curious change had taken place; she had gone from disliking Greg Jensen to now fully accepting him as her man.

Although he was a bit slick with words, that wasn’t necessarily bad—it at least livened up the mood.

When she disliked Greg Jensen in the past, she found fault in everything about him, but now, those faults had become strengths.

The next morning when they woke up, Greg Jensen felt invigorated, with robust True Qi slowly circulating in his body, giving him limitless energy in every fiber of his being.

Although Lois was also bone-weary, after a good night’s sleep, she woke up refreshed and full of energy.

Seeing Greg Jensen awake, she instinctively sat up and then, realizing her state, quickly grabbed the blanket to shield her chest.

“Haha, we’re like an old married couple, and you’re still shy?” Greg Jensen laughed.

Lois’s face turned a shade redder, and she scolded, “Shameless, who’s an old married couple with you?”

Greg Jensen blinked and pretended to be shocked, “What do you mean? Am I not good enough for you? Maybe I should treat you even better?”

“Alt, you’re not done yet?”

Lois quickly shrank back, cheeks flushed, saying, “Stop it, I have to check on the inn today, or else…”

“What’s the worst that could happen?”

“At worst, I can keep you company some other time,” Lois Abbott’s face flushed red.

“Alright then, let’s get up,”

“All, put me down, I can walk by myself,”

Greg Jensen didn’t care for that, and picked her up naked.

Lois Abbott struggled in vain and had to let him carry her into the bathroom.

She had thought it was just for a quick wash, but once they were in the bathroom, Greg Jensen got frisky again.

By the time the two of them finished washing up and left the bathroom, Lois Abbott could barely straighten her back.

“You are so bad!”

“Haha, I wonder who…”

Lois Abbott’s face changed color immediately, as she exclaimed in a rush, “Don’t you say!”

“Haha, fine…”

Greg Jensen, thoroughly satisfied, took her to have breakfast at the hotel’s restaurant, and then they both arrived at the Reverie Inn.

After arriving at the Reverie Inn, Lois Abbott led him into the kitchen and called over the chefs and the head chef.

“This is the teacher I’ve hired. He will be teaching you how to make medicinal cuisine. Those who learn will get a two hundred dollar raise, and those who don’t…”

Lois Abbott didn’t finish her sentence, but the meaning was clear to the chefs.

If others can learn and you can’t, then prepare to be eliminated.

“Manager Abbott, you’ve brought in such a young man, what does he know?”

The head chef was disgruntled. Having been a chef for so many years, and working nearly ten years at the Reverie Inn, was he to be taught by a young man in his twenties?

Wasn’t that an insult?

Lois Abbott’s brows furrowed, ready to speak, but Greg Jensen patted her shoulder and then looked at the head chef:

“If you don’t want to learn, that’s fine. The door is right there, you can leave.”

At that, the head chef exploded with anger, “Who the hell are you to tell me to leave?”

The Reverie Inn had previously been managed by Alfred Webb himself, and since Lois Abbott took over, the head chef had often given her a hard time.

Therefore, Lois Abbott had no intention of saving his face, saying directly:

“Old Wu, what he said is what I’m saying. If you don’t want to work here, you can leave right now.”

“You…”

Old Wu’s face shifted slightly, but he quickly smiled again, “Manager Abbott, that’s not what I meant, I was just joking.”

“Joking?”

Greg Jensen sneered, “I don’t care if you’re joking or if that’s truly how you feel. If you don’t want to learn, get out immediately!”

Ever since he started Qi Refinement, Greg Jensen’s mentality and temperament had undergone a significant change.

At that moment, his intense presence was fully unleashed, his stern gaze slowly sweeping over everyone, causing the chefs to instinctively shrink back.

Greg Jensen said calmly, “If you all could truly support the Reverie Inn, Miss Abbott wouldn’t have had to hire me.

So I hope you understand your situation!

Medicinal cuisine is an opportunity for the Reverie Inn, as well as for you. If done well, the inn makes money, and so do you.

If not, and the inn closes down, don’t you even think about having it good!”

With these words, everyone instinctively tensed up, even the head chef put away his contempt.

Watching Greg Jensen take charge, Lois Abbott’s eyes couldn’t help but sparkle, thinking to herself how incredibly handsome and manly he was!