Song Xiwei couldn't help but turn to Aoqian and ask, "Young Master, there are steamed buns. If you're hungry, you can have some to tide you over?"
Ao Qian stared intently at the iron spoon stirring in Song Xiwei's hand, and asked in an icy tone, "Where did the steamed buns come from?"
"From the inn! It's all white and quite soft..."
Before Song Xiwei could finish speaking, Ao Qian swept his eyes over with a dagger-like gaze. He narrowed his eyes and warned, "Did you ignore everything I just said?"
Song Xiwei suddenly recalled what Aoqian had said about not letting anyone else handle the food he ate.
Forget it, why did she waste her breath saying that?
The meaning of "奡潜" is already quite clear.
"What's that smell!" Aoqian suddenly frowned and asked.
Song Xiwei: "Oh no! The porridge is burnt!"
Song Xiwei hurriedly stirred the iron spoon in her hand.
I was distracted for a moment and stopped what I was doing, and the porridge accidentally stuck to the pot.
Aoqian's tone was unreadable, but the mockery was obvious: "Are you this half-hearted in your work within the sect?"
Song Xiwei hurriedly explained, "I only focus on cultivation in my sect. I don't need to cook. Besides, cultivators don't have such strong cravings, and their fasting periods are getting longer. If I want to eat something occasionally, there's Chef Xiao Zhuang here, so it's not my turn to cook."
It's unclear which of Song Xiwei's words pleased Aoqian, but his expression softened considerably.
After a pause, Ao Qian said, "No wonder you're so clumsy. Fine, I'll forgive you this time, but don't let it happen again."
Song Xiwei was still surprised that Aoqian's change of attitude was as fast as turning the pages of a book.
However, she was content as long as he didn't hold a grudge or cause trouble, and was happy to move on from the past!
After the porridge was cooked, Song Xiwei did not serve any of the burnt parts to Aoqian.
She took a bite, and perhaps out of a desire to protect the food she had made, she felt that the burnt taste was not obvious at all and did not affect its edibility.
The medicine needs to be boiled for a while longer.
Song Xiwei placed the porridge on a small square table to the side and then moved a stool for Aoqian.
"Young Master, how about you make do with this meal for now?"
Ao Qian glanced at her. "Otherwise what?"
After he finished speaking, he sat down on the stool.
The kitchen was very basic. Aoqian was eating porridge at a small, slightly uneven square table in one corner, and Song Xiwei could only see his back.
Aoqian took big gulps of porridge, and he was clearly burned by the first bite.
Song Xiwei felt that his whole body had been stiff for a long time. When he took the second bite, he blew on it before putting it in his mouth.
Song Xiwei couldn't help but laugh out loud.
This person seems a bit silly.
Who would dare to associate this guy with that dark master who even the grandmaster feared?
By the time Aoqian finished his porridge, the medicine was almost ready.
Song Xiwei poured the medicine into a bowl.
After a short while after the meal, Aoqian can take his medicine.
Aoqian frowned as he watched her carry the medicine.
Song Xiwei hurriedly said, "The medicine worked wonders! You'll recover faster if you take the medicine on time!"
Ao Qian rolled her eyes at her. "When did I say I wasn't taking my medication? Why are you so talkative?"
After saying that, Aoqian walked out of the kitchen first.
Song Xiwei followed, carrying the medicine.
Why does this guy seem so angry today? He seems ready to argue with people at the drop of a hat.
Fortunately, she was a magnanimous person and didn't hold it against him.
After carrying the medicine back to her room, Song Xiwei wondered if she should go out and buy some candied fruit to appease the young lord.
He has a very eccentric personality; who knows what kind of trouble he might cause in a moment.
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