Mai Chan's Daily Life Book Novels & Stories

The voice of Makai broke out around, with the profile of the man soon coming into view. He was a dwarf, with a knack for stories. That ever bubbly spirit, which was sure to pull those around him, was out to be detected. He had offered a shell of coconut drink to me the moment I climbed aboard, but unfortunately, I had no thirst for anything at the moment. All I sought was to have Cameron say something to me. Anything. “I implore you all to settle in well, and please, have your seatbelts fast and ready” His utterance had earned chuckles around, with eyes shifting through the figures before him.

Mei was startled as well and she immediately stood up and asked me if I was okay. “Yes, I’m fine.” I told her. I looked at my finger as it bled. It wasn’t much but somehow I felt a different kind of pain. Mei grabbed a cloth and covered my finger. I told her it was just a small wound and it’ll be okay after a day. I washed it with water and I went back to stitching the book. It didn’t take me long to finish it. After it was all stitched up, I skimmed through the book to see if everything was readable and all of the dried flowers and herbs weren’t messed up from my stitching. It looked like an ordinary book and I was proud of myself for what I did.

"You must be hungry now, so you can't carry for it. What do you want to eat? Go and eat first." ... The TV in the living room of the Changs' house was on. Chang Yan was lying on the sofa, with a book covering her face. She had been like this for almost an entire afternoon. No, it should have been a few days. Yang Yanqing came back from outside and listened to the sound of the TV in the living room, then went over to switch off the TV. Chang Yan frowned and took off the book on her face.

Yet within the depths of her eyes was a light of mischievousness that shone briefly before disappearing. Of course she knew why Mane was hesitating. Mane had a healthy reading habit. Every day he tasked himself to read a few books. He read everything: history, social and biological sciences, and studied several different arts. To make sure that he was as unbiased in his reading options as possible, he didn’t pick the books consciously. He picked different books from different sections of the library without necessarily knowing what he had picked. He only screened each book after returning to his room. And Sunflower had come to known this.

Manik smiles. The white Iru enveloping him vanishes. “Harasho is the most reasonable dogma. You can say that it projects the current life.” Manik reaches into his jacket pockets and draws their contents. There are two books on his hands. A pink book with a couple smiling at each other on a heart frame on the cover is on his right hand and a red book with a short hair woman crying on the cover is on his left hand. “Which Doujin do you like, Your Highness?” Manik asked.

"Quick! Burn the staple food and hide the bundles of millet," announces a frustrated man, whose voice echoes throughout the cave. "The Brocade-clad guards will be here shortly. Have the peasants drag the additional bags and dump them in the river. Hurry it up!" ** It has been a week since the Mid-Autumn festival passed. The Yuan Manor appears to be filled with serenity and tranquility once again, undisturbed by the external influences. Everyone is preoccupied with their usual tasks, apart from Yuan Zi Yan attempting to learn how to sew from Yuan Xi Ning.

In transit to the houses and flats and apartments of people who would read it in whatever time and light and configuration they read in. Three hundred and forty-two pages of honest reckoning. Her name on the cover. In the world. She stood at the window for a long time. Then Mae appeared in the kitchen doorway in the specific state of someone who had woken up early specifically for this morning. “It’s today,” Mae said. “It’s today,” Anya said. Mae came and stood beside her at the window. The two of them looking out at the early spring morning. “Are you scared?” Mae said.

“It’s Saturday, child. You woke up very early. Are you going somewhere today? Do you want me to tell the driver to take you there?” Mae quickly shook her head at the many questions. She really had no plans today. Manang Fe was just used to her waking up early only when she had somewhere important to go. “No, Manang,” she answered while trying to calm herself. She smiled when she smelled the hotdogs cooking on the table. Her stomach quickly growled even though she only planned to drink milk. Without noticing, she walked down the stairs faster like a child excited for her favorite food. She quickly grabbed a fork and stabbed a hotdog with it. The smell alone already made her hungry. Suddenly,

Mango was a little embarrassed and uneasy, but when she saw Madam Hans like this, she did not struggle too much and she just let Madam Hans take her into the Hans family. At this moment, a servant of the Hans family came out with some old books. She accidentally ran into Mango. The books in her hands fell to the ground, and a photo stuck in the pages flew out, which made Mango's eyes gleam instantly.

Because according to her, thinking about it is not good for oneself, so as much as possible she restrained herself so that it would not become a burden of thought that would make her think badly. Riana ate with gusto, she really liked the food menu this morning. Because, every time after Serly came Mayang would buy delicious side dishes, and vegetables in large quantities, so when she cooked them yesterday, there were still leftovers for breakfast this morning. When else would the woman eat well, usually every day she would eat simple dishes like salted fish or eggs. However, Riana was the only one who ate at home, Mayang, and Reynald never touched the food at all.