Gu Xingyun looked at his back, hesitated for a moment, and walked towards the kitchen.
He waited until all the disciples had left before coming out covered in dust and carrying a food box.
First, he went back and quickly tidied himself up, and then carefully went to Yan Huailiu's residence.
Yan Huailiu was playing the piano in the yard. Perhaps he was in a state of restlessness, and the sound of the piano was mixed with spiritual energy and was particularly chaotic.
Gu Xingyun could only stand in a position where he could not be reached and called out to him, "Master, disciple comes to pay his respects to you."
Yan Huailiu raised his eyelids slightly but did not stop moving.
"Master, I made some food for you, can you bring it in?"
The piano music stopped abruptly.
Gu Xingyun felt like laughing. His master was quite cute.
"What can you make?"
Yan Huailiu complained unhappily.
Gu Xingyun had heard a lot about Yan Huailiu from the teacher in Zhixing Hall, so he didn't take his words seriously. Since the piano music stopped, it meant that he was interested.
He bravely stepped forward and said, "Master, this was taught to me by the master chef in the dining hall. Every ingredient was carefully cleaned and cooked by me. Master, would you like to try it?"
He wrapped the chopsticks in a clean handkerchief and handed them to Yan Huailiu, who hesitated for a moment and reached out to take them.
Gu Xingyun immediately laid out the food.
Under his nervous and expectant gaze, Yan Huailiu finally put the food into his mouth.
“It’s just so-so.”
Yan Huailiu made this comment while moving his chopsticks very quickly, and several plates of food were soon finished.
Gu Xingyun was so satisfied that he handed Yan Huailiu a handkerchief to wash his hands. Then he took out a bowl of dessert from the bottom of the food box and handed it to him: "Master, this is osmanthus cheese, please try it."
Yan Huailiu's gaze finally fell on him, and he took a serious look at this nominal disciple for the first time.
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