Zhan Kunpeng was old and slept little, while Zhan Feng, ever since he could circulate his vital energy, found that two hours of meditation equaled five hours of deep sleep. So even though the father and son went to bed in the wee hours, they still showed up at the restaurant at 8:30, waiting for Qingshan and Luo Wenyuan to come down for dinner.

He waited and waited, but nothing came. Sister Tao had already heated up the breakfast twice, and if he heated it up again, it would be inedible. Lao Zhan finally couldn't help but mutter:

"Strange, Qingshan sister never sleeps in, what happened today?"

Zhan Feng sat on the chair, twisting and turning as if his butt had a sore, with a strange look on his face.

"You little bastard, you don't know how to sit properly. Did someone bully you?"

"No, Dad. Last night...last night I saw Master...enter Master Xiao Luo's room...Just now when I went upstairs, I heard Master yelling in the room—!"

"puff--!"

Zhan Kunpeng spat out a mouthful of Eight Treasure Tea, soaking his training suit on his chest.

"W-what? Did you see clearly? Did you make any mistakes?"

Zhan Feng said with a bitter face: "Dad, how could I not recognize my master? Besides, my master and my master's uncle live on the third floor, how could I be wrong!"

Zhan Kunpeng stroked the water stains on his chest and gave a thumbs up in his heart: Great! My sister is amazing, she is so young and she has already done Xiao Luo's brother-in-law, what a heroine!

Lao Zhan coughed and told Sister Tao to quickly boil the chicken soup in the kitchen and add more blood-generating and qi-invigorating herbs such as donkey-hide gelatin, jujube, and codonopsis.

"Ahem, brat, wait until your master comes down and serve her a bowl of chicken soup. She needs to be nourished after doing something like this. Your master is young and understands things, so it's understandable. But as his apprentice, you can't be so discerning. Do you hear me? You need to pay more attention to your master in the future. You can't always ask me to give you advice. Do you want to be a nominal disciple for the rest of your life?"

Zhan Feng's face turned serious, thinking that his father was right, and nodded quickly.

The two sat for a while until Sister Tao brought the chicken soup to the table, and then Qingshan and Luo Wenyuan finally arrived with Tremella and red lights.

Qingshan went downstairs and saw a table full of breakfast with no signs of being touched. Zhan Kunpeng and Zhan Feng were both there. She knew they were waiting for her and felt embarrassed.

"Brother, Afeng, why don't you eat first!"

Zhan Kunpeng smiled and extended his hand to invite Qingshan to come and sit down.

"We're not hungry yet, so we'll wait for you to eat together!"

The four of them sat down, and Sister Tao served each of them a bowl of raw and smooth chicken porridge, which tasted sweet and fresh, and was very appetizing.

"Wow, Sister Tao, your cooking skills are amazing! By the way, could you please send someone to change Luo Wenyuan's bed sheets and pillowcases? They're dirty."

Sister Tao nodded in agreement and went to get beef for Yin'er.

Zhan Feng: ...The sheets are dirty...Master, please be a little shy...

Just as Qingshan was about to drink the porridge, Zhan Feng quickly stood up, poured a bowl of chicken soup with a strong medicinal flavor, and placed it in front of Qingshan.

"Master, drink this!"

Qingshan raised her nose and sniffed. There were donkey-hide gelatin, jujube, astragalus and codonopsis in the chicken soup. What was this for? Was it to replenish her qi and blood?

"What is this?"

"Master, it's your first time... You need to eat some tonic food, drink chicken soup!"

Qingshan was puzzled: "Huh? What is that?"

When Qingshan came downstairs, Zhan Kunpeng saw that her brows were still furrowed, and her gait was as light as usual. She was clearly still a virgin, so he knew he was wrong. Zhan Kunpeng's face flushed, and he wanted to throw the golden nan bracelet at Zhan Feng's head. If it weren't for this brat's nonsense, why would he have such wild thoughts? If Qingshan knew the inside story, she would be furious with me!

"That's enough! Your master doesn't need it!"

Lao Zhan meant that you should put the soup away quickly and not make things worse. However, Zhan Feng misunderstood again:

My master doesn't need it? Then who does? Could it be...? Oh my god, no way! My master took my master's essence? ? ? (ΩДΩ)

Zhan Feng had a strange expression on his face. He trembled as he gently placed the chicken soup in front of Luo Wenyuan and muttered in a mosquito-like voice:

"Master...you've worked hard..."

Luo Wenyuan's face turned pale. He ignored Zhan Feng and glared at Qingshan, who had a smirk on his face. He picked up the chicken soup and drank it all in one gulp.