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Zhang Xiaofan became the cook at Dazhu Peak.

At first, Jiang Xiaochuan only thought of Zhang Xiaofan's cooking skills in the novel and asked him to try it out. Later, he found that Zhang Xiaofan's cooking was indeed delicious.

then……

Dinner is served in the dining hall.

Wearing the old apron that Du Bishu used to wear, Zhang Xiaofan nervously brought several dishes to the table.

Tian Buyi held his chopsticks but didn't move.

Su Ru picked up a piece of green vegetable with her chopsticks, put it in her mouth, and softly praised, "Xiao Fan, this vegetable is cooked to perfection, it's crisp and refreshing."

Tian Buyi then picked up his chopsticks, took a bite of food, chewed it a few times, and said nothing. But his silent act of adding a second bowl of rice said it all.

Du Bishu, who had been shoveling rice into his mouth, suddenly began to complain, "Master's wife... you be the judge, my junior brother just dismissed me like that... I feel so cold inside..."

Upon hearing this, Tian Buyi looked up from his rice bowl, glanced at Du Bishu's greasy face, then at Zhang Xiaofan, who was hunched over the table, unsure of what to do with his hands and feet, and said:

"There's not much hope in cultivation, but being able to cook well is a skill in itself, which is better than some people who can't cultivate and can't cook well either."

The speaker didn't name names, but everyone knew who it was.

Du Bishu shrank back, not daring to utter a sound, and buried his head in his food.

Hearing his master's words, Zhang Xiaofan felt a pang in his heart, but then a warmth rose within him.

At least... I'm not completely useless.

Jiang Xiaochuan chuckled and put a piece of food into Zhang Xiaofan's bowl, saying, "Xiaofan, don't listen to their nonsense. Your cooking skills are worth ten Yuqing masters. From now on, our senior brothers' happiness depends on you."

The other senior brothers all laughed and agreed, saying that this skill was far superior to Du Bishu's.

Days passed by like this.

Simple and plain, yet full of flavor.

Jiang Xiaochuan is still the same as always, his cultivation... well, it's alright.

As for progress, the later levels of Jade Purity Realm will have to be taken slowly.

Hong Li remained silent, fast asleep in his mind. Jiang Xiaochuan would sometimes try calling her name when he was bored, but she never responded.

I did see Lu Xueqi more often.

Sometimes it's her who comes, there's no regularity, it might be every ten days or half a month, or it might come for several days in a row.

They might come and not necessarily have anything to do. Sometimes they just come to visit, and sometimes they wait for him to "bump into" them somewhere in the back mountains.

She doesn't talk much, but she brings some things with her.

Sometimes it's a few delicate pastries, wrapped in oil paper, said to have been bought down the mountain.

Jiang Xiaochuan tasted it; it was sweet but not cloying, unlike what one could buy in ordinary shops in Heyang City.

Moreover, would Lu Xueqi be the kind of person who would come down the mountain at any time?

It doesn't seem like it.

Sometimes it would be a few wild fruits, bright red and still covered in dew.

On one occasion, she even brought a packet of tea, saying it was for relaxation.

Jiang Xiaochuan accepted them every time, and the strange feeling in his heart became more and more obvious.

What's wrong with this girl? Wasn't she always either fighting or having a cold face before?

He wasn't just accepting gifts without giving anything back.

Several sword tassels were woven, some were moon white, some were light blue, some were bamboo green...

The craftsmanship has improved a lot, and it's not too outrageous anymore. I send one every now and then.

Every time Lu Xueqi took it, she would look at it carefully for a couple of seconds, and then utter that incredibly familiar word: "Ugly."

Jiang Xiaochuan had gotten used to it, and his skin had thickened. He replied, "If it's ugly, why do you keep changing it?"

Lu Xueqi didn't respond, but immediately took off the old tassel from the Tianya sword hilt and replaced it with a new one.

Even the old ones aren't thrown away; they're carefully tucked into one's arms.

Jiang Xiaochuan later discovered that Lu Xueqi changed the sword tassel quite frequently; one day it would be moon white, the next day light blue, and the day after that, who knows what color it would be.

But every time he put it on, it was always the latest model that he had given him.

One time he couldn't help but ask, "What about the ones from before?"

Lu Xueqi was tying the sword tassel with her head down when she heard this. Her fingers paused for a moment, but she didn't look up. She said, "Keep it."

"Where did you collect it?"

"...None of your business."

Jiang Xiaochuan was met with a rebuff, so he touched his nose and remained silent.

He wondered to himself, what does this mean? A collector's obsession?

For a while, Jiang Xiaochuan deliberately didn't go to see her or make new sword tassels; he wanted to see how she would react.

About half a month later, one evening, he went for a stroll in the back mountain to digest his food.

From afar, I could see a person standing in the bamboo grove, a figure in light blue.

He paused for a moment, then walked over anyway.

As he got closer, he could see Lu Xueqi's face clearly.

She had no expression, just like usual, cold and aloof.

But he felt as if everything around him was frozen.

He greeted her, "Senior Sister Lu."

Lu Xueqi slowly turned her head, her gaze falling on his face and lingering for much longer than usual.

He didn't say anything.

Jiang Xiaochuan felt uncomfortable under her gaze and coughed lightly.

"Recently... my training has been a bit too much." (Actually, no.)

"Hmm," Lu Xueqi responded, her voice even colder than usual.

Then silence returned. A mountain breeze blew, and the moon-white tassel on her sword hilt swayed gently. (It was a gift from last month.)

Jiang Xiaochuan felt the atmosphere was a bit suffocating. He wanted to say something, but didn't know where to start. Just as he was about to find an excuse to slip away, Lu Xueqi suddenly spoke up.

"Sword tassel".

"what?"

"broken."

Lu Xueqi lowered her eyes and gently brushed her fingers across the moon-white tassels.

"It's old and not sturdy."

Jiang Xiaochuan looked at the sword tassel; it was still quite new.

"Oh... I'll make one up another day."

Lu Xueqi looked up at him.

"Um, are you free now?"

"...I think so."

"I'm waiting for you."

she says.

Then she turned around and continued looking at the bamboo forest, her back straight, but she seemed unhappy.

He scratched his head, went back into the house, found some thread, and sat by the window to start weaving.

I was extra focused this time, my fingers flying across the keyboard, but my mind was a little fuzzy.

Is she angry?

Because I didn't send a new one?

But didn't she always say she was ugly before?

I've finished braiding a deep blue one.

He took it directly to her, but she was still in the bamboo forest, as if she hadn't moved.

He handed over the sword tassel, which Lu Xueqi took, looked at, and said nothing.

I immediately replaced it with the moon-white tassel and carefully put it away.

Then her expression seemed to soften slightly.

"I'm leaving," she said, and flew away on her sword.

Jiang Xiaochuan watched the blue light disappear on the horizon, and after a long while, he sighed. Well, it seems that the supply of this sword tassel will never be interrupted.

He tried other things later.

For example, if I saw wildflowers blooming on the back hill, I would pick a few, tie them into a bunch with grass stems, and give them to her.

Lu Xueqi took the flowers, looked at them, then at him, her eyes a little strange, but she still accepted them.

He also made a small whistle out of bamboo strips that could produce bird calls.

Lu Xueqi took the whistle, put it to her lips and tried to blow it, puffing out her cheeks, but couldn't make a sound, so she frowned slightly.

Jiang Xiaochuan taught her how to use her breath.

She studied very hard, puffing out her cheeks and blowing, her face turning slightly red, and finally managed to produce a faint sound.

His eyes lit up for a moment, then returned to their usual cool expression as he tucked the whistle into his sleeve.

Anyway, no matter what he gave her, whether it was strange or worthless, she seemed to like it...

Although you can't tell anything from his face.

……