Back at the imperial kitchen, A-Wan put down the food box, filled a basin with water, and was about to wash it when she saw that most of the palace servants were busy serving meals to the nobles. She spat, "Hmph, only they have the chance to get close to the masters. They're really bullying the newcomers..."
When Awan turned around, she found that the food box she had just put on the ground was back on the table. She was stunned for a few seconds, walked over and picked up the food box, and when she turned around again, she found that the wooden ladle had flown up by itself!
"Ah!" Awan shouted.
"What's all the noise about!" Granny Guo glared at her.
"Grandma... the wooden ladle flew up..."
Granny Guo glanced at it and said, "What do you mean by flying? Isn't it staying perfectly fine in the water vat?"
Awan rubbed her eyes. Could it be... that she had seen wrong? She said nervously, "I'm sorry, Granny Guo, I must have seen wrong... Ah!"
Awan fell to the ground. When she looked up, she realized that no one had pushed her from behind. "A ghost... there's a ghost!"
Granny Guo walked over and ordered two people to carry her out. "I think you're possessed. Don't come to the Imperial Kitchen these days. Study the rules properly before you come out again!"
The imperial palace is a place where demons and monsters are most taboo. If Awan goes out, she may never come back.
Feng Guang clapped her hands, laughing wickedly. She then rubbed her forehead, suddenly feeling a little dizzy. In the past few days of being a ghost, she had figured out some tricks. Logically, she shouldn't be able to touch things, but every time she concentrated, she could touch them. The aftereffects were severe dizziness and a feeling that her body was floating...
As the sun sets and the moon rises, night falls quickly.
The boy had only a little bit of what he had dug up. He dug like this every day, and no matter how much he dug, there would only be a little left. Sitting on the ground, he was about to pick up a tree root and gnaw on it when he saw two steamed buns next to him. Perhaps to avoid getting them dirty, the two steamed buns were placed on clean leaves.
Feng Guang squatted down in front of him, resting her chin on her hands. Although she knew he couldn't hear her, she still said with a grin, "I went through a lot of trouble to get this, so there's no need to thank me."
He paused for a long time, then reached out to take the steamed bun, only to see the mud on his hands, a stark contrast to the clean bun. He withdrew his hand and wiped it on his clothes, finally getting it a little cleaner, before taking a bite of the bun.
Feng Guang stopped laughing, feeling inexplicably sad. She sat quietly beside him, looking up at the moonlight, and couldn't help but feel even more lonely. Being invisible was really not a good thing.
She, who had been drifting aimlessly, finally found something to do. For the next few days, she followed the little boy and became his ghost. The little boy got up very early every day, and seemed to have specific times for sleeping and eating. This morning, she brought him a bowl of porridge. She decided to improve the little guy's diet. Rather than drifting aimlessly, she decided to settle down here.
But that's all the scenery can do.
During his afternoon nap, he lay in bed and suddenly opened his clear eyes. "Are you a ghost?"
Because he saw things fly up more than once.
Feng Guang sat on the windowsill, stunned for a moment, then muttered, "I'm not a ghost."
This was the first time she had heard him speak in days. Of course, if food appeared in front of her every day for no apparent reason, even a child would be suspicious.
"Then what are you?"
Feng Guang paused for a moment, then floated over and asked excitedly, "Can you hear me?"
"Yes." He sat up, his gaze fixed on the direction of the voice. Although he could hear the voice, he couldn't see her.
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