Fan Zhiyi didn't feel that he had done anything earth-shattering, nor did he feel that he treated Bing Nandong any differently yesterday. But when he appeared in the kitchen early the next morning, he found Bing Nandong standing in front of the stove, cooking something in the pot.
No, brother, why are you here? Is it really okay for you to cook with these eyes?
Sensing Fan Zhiyi approaching, Bing Nandong turned around, looked at him, and smiled softly, "Master, you're here."
Fan Zhiyi: "..." Fan Zhiyi froze in place as if struck by lightning. He must have heard it right. What did Bing Nandong call him, Master, or Venerable?
For some reason, he felt a creepy feeling, as if his skin was covered with goosebumps. In his mind, he suddenly imagined Bing Nandong coming towards him with a kitchen knife in the next second.
Fan Zhiyi was frightened by his own imagination. He quickly stepped forward and reached out to touch Bing Nandong's forehead: "Are you feeling unwell today?" His temperature was normal and he didn't have a fever.
When Bing Nandong heard this, his face instantly darkened and he returned to his usual look of wanting to be beaten as if everyone owed him millions.
Seeing this, Fan Zhiyi immediately smiled and patted his shoulder, saying, "Master, I was just joking with you. I'm really in a good mood today."
"Master is too busy on weekdays, so I want to do what I can."
Well, it was truly a picture of a loving master and filial disciple, but every time Bing Nandong called him Master, Fan Zhiyi would take a breath and feel uncomfortable all over.
Perhaps it was because he was not used to it, Fan Zhiyi comforted himself in this way. Seeing Bing Nandong serving the rice in an especially gentle manner, Fan Zhiyi forced himself to have a magical feeling.
Where is Mr. Cen? Where is Mr. Cen? Come and see if his senior brother has been possessed by evil spirits?
"Junior brother should be here soon. Let me serve a bowl of porridge to Master first." After Bing Nandong said this, he placed the steaming porridge on the table.
Fan Zhiyi: "..." He felt that Bing Nandong had the ability to read minds, "Master has already practiced fasting."
Bing Nandong stared at him without saying a word. Fan Zhiyi began to reflect on whether this was a bit hurtful. He shouldn't think so darkly of Bing Nandong. Maybe it was just like last time. Hey, this guy has come to his senses again and wants to get closer to them and repair the relationship between brothers and between master and apprentice.
So Fan Zhiyi changed the subject and said, "But this is my first time cooking, so I have to try it, right?"
As soon as Fan Zhiyi finished speaking, he saw Bing Nandong chuckle.
Fan Zhiyi: "..." What should I do if I get even more scared?
He stirred the porridge in his bowl, not daring to look at Bing Nandong: "Did your disciple encounter any happy event today?"
"Of course not." Bing Nandong poured two more bowls and placed them on the table. "Master, why don't you eat?"
"It's a little hot. Master, please wait for it to cool down."
Suddenly, Bing Nandong's smile disappeared: "Master, are you afraid that I will poison you?"
It would have been fine if he hadn't said it, but now that he had said it, Fan Zhiyi really suspected that Bing Nandong was in a bad mood or wanted to get rid of him because some of his behavior yesterday had irritated him: "Why, how could this be?" The stuttering tone showed that Fan Zhiyi's real thoughts were completely inconsistent with what he said verbally.
At this moment, Cen Jun arrived. He saw Bing Nandong and Fan Zhiyi both there, and three bowls of porridge were placed on the table. He asked, "Master, which bowl is mine?"
Bing Nandong said, "These two bowls are as you like."
Cen Jun picked it up and started shoveling it into his mouth. Fan Zhiyi opened his mouth but didn't say anything, but Cen Jun had already taken a big gulp. He looked at the two of them with his cheeks puffed out, blinked, and said incoherently, "Master, Senior Brother, why aren't you eating?"
Fan Zhiyi froze in place. Oh my god! What if the protagonist was poisoned to death by his own apprentice? He glanced at Bing Nandong timidly. Bing Nandong smiled at him, picked up the bowl in front of him, and began to eat slowly.
Fan Zhiyi's Adam's apple moved. He thought to himself that he was sincere to Bing Nandong and would not treat him like this.
Cen Jun finished one bowl and still felt unsatisfied, so he ordered another: "Is this porridge also made by Master? It's much better than yesterday's noodles!"
Fan Zhiyi: “…” If you don’t like it, please don’t criticize me.
He smiled at Cen Jun, and Cen Jun smiled back at him, completely unaware of the helplessness, bitterness and tragedy in Fan Zhiyi's smile.
"I did it." Bing Nandong said slowly.
When Cen Jun heard this, he immediately started to praise Bing Nandong until he finished eating and was about to go to school. The whole kitchen became quiet again, and the porridge in Fan Zhiyi's bowl had gone cold.
Bing Nandong sighed: "I'll give Master a new bowl."
"No! No." Fan Zhiyi said, and finally picked up the bowl and took a sip.
Bing Nandong asked him, "How is it?"
It tasted unexpectedly good. Fan Zhiyi gave him a thumbs up with the mentality of making the best of it: "Delicious." How could someone make vegetable porridge so delicious?
Bing Nandong still sat very straight, his manners were always very good.
He just looked at Fan Zhiyi and said, "I was just teasing you just now. How could I possibly have poisoned it? I didn't expect Master to be so scared. Did you do something you're guilty of and are afraid your disciple would find out?"
"What nonsense! I'd feel guilty towards anyone, but not you!" Fan Zhiyi got angry when he heard it.
"Really?" Bing Nandong said calmly, "That's good."
"You too, don't be so scary in the morning next time." Fan Zhiyi's little heart couldn't take it.
"Master's reaction is quite amusing."
It was fun, fun. If you do this again next time, I'll knock your head off. Of course, Fan Zhiyi only dared to say such angry words in his heart.
"Master, please accompany me to see the Sect Master in the afternoon." Bing Nandong said suddenly, caught off guard.
Fan Zhiyi looked at him, silently asking the reason. Bing Nandong simply said, "It's been so long now, and my injuries have improved. Naturally, I should go and thank the Sect Leader."
Fan Zhiyi couldn't hear the hidden meaning of Bing Nandong's words, and thought that he really thought so: "Okay, let's go together later." With him around, no one would dare to bully Bing Nandong.
Although he accompanied Bing Nandong, when they arrived near the master's hall, Bing Nandong asked Fan Zhiyi to wait there and went there by himself.
The climate inside Tianyun Gate and on the snowy mountain are completely different. The breath of spring is approaching, the weather is getting warmer, and swallows are flying high in the sky, circling around the beams of an unknown house.
Bing Nandong entered the main hall, closed the door, and walked all the way to the center: "I'll get my antidote."
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