The sound of footsteps ca, and Feng Liyan calculated the ti and withdrew his hand just in ti.
The kitchen door opened at the sa mont.
"Isn’t it done yet? How much longer? I’m starving." Bai Yi leaned against the doorfra, holding a snow cone, eating and watching Feng Liyan.
Since returning to Wu Garden at 2 PM, Feng Liyan had been in the kitchen for almost five hours.
It was already dark.
Having agreed to sort out dinner outside, the flowers he was waiting for were about to wilt.
"...Half an hour more," Feng Liyan’s breathing was sowhat uneven; he didn’t look at Bai Yi but slightly turned sideways to adjust his own breathing.
"Oh."
Bai Yi responded, noticing sothing off about the sll in the kitchen; he sniffed a few tis and looked intrigued: "You really brewed the herbs you bought back at noon? How does it sll so good?"
Saying this, Bai Yi took a few more deep breaths in the air.
There was none of the unpleasant sll of Chinese dicine, but instead, an unusually pleasant fresh fragrance.
It was the first ti he slled this scent, he couldn’t say what it was, but it was truly fragrant.
No wonder soone with such a serious cleanliness obsession could stay in the kitchen for so long.
"If it doesn’t sll good, Xiao’ai wouldn’t eat it," Feng Liyan turned around and said with a smile, his tone full of fondness for Wen Xiao’ai.
These herbs, he had refined one by one with his own spiritual power; it had been this way for the past five hundred years.
In the Five Realms, everyone considered Feng Liyan’s mana to be profound and mysterious, unknown was his true strength, and many respected him.
However, only he knew that in these five hundred years, his mana hadn’t progressed much; all his energy had been spent on these dicinal recipes.
The reason Wen Xiao’ai’s mana was so strong, her comprehension ability so high, frankly speaking, part of it was actually his.
"You’re really sothing, during my injury, I don’t know if that drunkard ant to, but he brewed dicine for that was simply miraculous, you could even see cockroach legs..." Bai Yi frowned at the mory of the taste.
He withdrew his gaze from the dicine and looked at Feng Liyan: "At that ti I..."
As Bai Yi was speaking, he suddenly stumbled on words for no apparent reason.
"Why do you look so pale?"
Bai Yi noticed Feng Liyan with a pale face, cold sweat covering his forehead, and frowned at him.
"It’s nothing, just a bit tired."
"...Wait a mont." Bai Yi said, turned around leaving, still eating his snow cone.
After a mont, he returned with a cup of warm water.
"Here."
Feng Liyan smiled, reached out and accepted it: "Thanks."
Noticing the peculiar thing Bai Yi was eating, Feng Liyan casually asked: "What are you eating?"
"Snow cone."
"Cold?"
"No, icy." Bai Yi laughed.
Feng Liyan imdiately frowned, didn’t even drink the water: "Eating ice in this cold weather?!"
"What’s wrong?"
"Aren’t you afraid of getting sick?"
"That’s a bit exaggerated, it’s just a snow cone." Bai Yi thought Feng Liyan really didn’t know how to enjoy life at all.
"Hey hey, what are you doing...?" Bai Yi was eating when an exceedingly handso hand reached out in front of him and took the snow cone directly from his mouth.
In the next mont, it was thrown into the trash by Feng Liyan.
"Hey?! You..."
Bai Yi was sowhat... baffled.
What’s going on here?
His mother wouldn’t mind him eating snow cones, what was wrong with this guy?
"Drink this." Feng Liyan handed the half cup of warm water remaining to Bai Yi.
"..." Bai Yi looked at the water Feng Liyan had drank from given to him and was so angry he felt like swearing.
"No way!"
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