These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Not only are they annoying, they can also hit people.

Wei Tu lifted the covers, but instead of getting out of bed, she sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Ran Xinxue, whose long hair was now neatly styled.

"Get me a towel, I need to wash my face."

Ran Xinxue sneered.

"Who do you think you are, ordering me around like this?"

Wei Tu also laughed.

"If you don't want to have to take a shower so early in the morning, I suggest you do as I say. Don't forget I'm still your master."

Hearing such a threat, Ran Xinxue hesitated for a moment, then glared fiercely at Wei Tu.

"You'll be lazy to death sooner or later!"

He turned and left the room. Not long after, footsteps could be heard outside.

Ran Xinxue appeared in front of Wei Tu, holding a steaming towel in her hand.

Wei Tu looked at Ran Xinxue with a smile.

"Can't the maid help the master wash his face?"

"Snapped!"

Ran Xinxue threw a towel at the shameless boy's face.

I must say, it fits perfectly and is stuck on very accurately.

"Wash it yourself! Throw the towel away after you're done; I won't keep anything you use!"

Ran Xinxue said irritably, then strode downstairs in a huff early in the morning.

There didn't seem to be much to do in the morning, because the Baoguang Hall was still under repair, so it seemed that many things could be dealt with in one's own room. But after that, it seemed that there wasn't much to do.

Life seems to always be like this: you think that doing something will make things easier, but when everything is in place and conditions are ripe, you find that life is not as fulfilling as before.

Perhaps we should eat something?

However, Ran Xinxue can't cook, so she usually has someone from the sect who specializes in cooking bring the food here. But that's not possible now, because that damned bastard is still up there and hasn't left at all. If someone sees her like that... should she kill him to silence him or just give up? That's a difficult choice.

Ran Xinxue no longer wanted to kill anyone. Rather, she never liked the feeling of killing, especially since the first person she killed was her own father.

He frowned, feeling annoyed.

When is this bastard finally going to get out of here?

Ran Xinxue looked up just as footsteps appeared at the top of the stairs. The young man, who was slowly buttoning his shirt, walked downstairs with an air of nonchalance.

It has to be said that the boy appearing in the morning sunlight was somewhat surreal.

His temperament was perfectly in harmony with the bright sunshine.

He gives the illusion that he is the very essence of sunlight, but of course it's an illusion. How could he possibly be sunlight? He's not the sun god...

Ran Xinxue turned her gaze away.

Wei Tu walked downstairs step by step, and lazily yawned.

"Why isn't there any food?"

The aloof woman said irritably, "I'm afraid this will disappoint you, Master Wei. This servant can't cook. You should go back to your Little Iris Peak."

They kept talking about masters and servants, but their words were full of sarcasm.

Wei Tu smiled, seemingly already used to it.

"Then I'll do it."

After saying that, he walked directly to the kitchen of Ranxinxue Pavilion as if he knew the way well.

Ran Xinxue was stunned for a moment before following her.

"You'll do it?"

Wei Tu smiled and casually rolled up his sleeves.

"Of course I can do it. The meals that Mu Xitong ate at the Medicine King Pavilion were cooked by me."

Hearing this, Ran Xinxue frowned, and as if by instinct, she unconsciously let out a soft hum.

Wei Tu smiled. "What's in the kitchen?"

"do not know."

Ran Xinxue had no idea, of course. She didn't have the habit of cooking, so the things inside were probably just things that some elder had met on the way and, having nothing else to do, casually brought her to flatter her, which she then left in the kitchen.

"It seems you haven't been in this kitchen much. So why did you get a kitchen in the first place?"

"Can you call it a home if there's no kitchen?" Ran Xinxue asked instinctively, feeling that she was being sarcastic.

The words caught both of them off guard.

Wei Tu looked at her, but the woman looked away.

The handsome young man smiled and shook his head, then began searching.

"Vegetables...a little lean meat, um...rice, that's enough. I can make two big bowls of porridge."

Ran Xinxue frowned her pretty brows. "So perfunctory."

Wei Tu calmly prepared the ingredients. "You'll know if it's just a perfunctory effort once you taste it. It may look bland, but it has a unique charm. Of course, if you don't want to learn, I suggest you wait outside. It's too much trouble for you to stay here."

"As if nobody cares to see it!"

Ran Xinxue snorted coldly, turned around, and left the kitchen.

Ran Xinxue, who had just stepped out of the kitchen, stopped and couldn't help but look back.

Wei Tu had already turned her back to her.

The boy rolled up his sleeves and calmly began washing and chopping the vegetables. His movements were incredibly skillful, each one fluid and natural, even possessing a touch of beauty.

Aesthetics and such... are actually not important, and it doesn't matter whether the food looks good or not.

The key point is that Ran Xinxue seems to have suddenly realized why she actually rests more often in Baoguang Hall than in her own pavilion.

Because there's no sense of home here that I feel attached to.

With a kitchen, it seems like a home has all the necessary facilities, decor, and functions.

But no one makes me want to cook or do housework, and no one is there to wake me up in the morning.

Therefore, there was no lingering attachment.

This place, like any other place to stay, is just a place that seems easy to give up.

Until he started cooking porridge, until the kitchen was filled with the aroma of seasonings and ingredients simmering.

Until two large bowls of hot porridge actually appeared on the table in front of her.

The boy put the spoon into his bowl.

Then, smiling, he sat down opposite him and said...

"If you find it bland, add some salt. I don't recommend adding sugar. This savory porridge will definitely fill you up. Give it a try?"

Ran Xinxue looked at his expectant eyes.

I suddenly felt a little regretful.

I regret choosing him back then... PS: Please, please, please get 2000 monthly votes!

51. I'll definitely do it next time!

"clang……"

When some dull sounds appeared, Ran Xinxue was somewhat dazed to find that she had actually drunk the vegetable and lean meat porridge that the boy had made by hand.

Maybe... I was indeed hungry, or maybe... the taste of this salty porridge was just right to whet my appetite.

The thick porridge seemed unremarkable in its flow, but the perfectly cooked, finely chopped lean meat inside, so finely chopped yet still palpable, along with the garnish of green vegetables, created a unique flavor.

It might seem like such a simple bowl of porridge is nothing special, but Ran Xinxue could taste that it was definitely not something that could be made casually, at least... this kind of flavor is not something that can be made casually.

Although Ran Xinxue can't cook, she can eat.

He finished eating everything, looked at the empty bowl, and then looked at Wei Tu.

The handsome young man across from me drank very slowly, as if he was savoring every sip with all his might.

The result is that he has half left.

Actually, Ran Xinxue didn't think too much about it; it seemed to be just a bored action after drinking.

But to his dismay, he met the boy's gaze. The boy first glanced at him, then noticed his empty bowl.

She turned her head away, her face flushed with the fresh snow.

I felt a little ashamed... I not only ate what he made, but I ate it all.

This feeling is just too... humiliating, almost comparable to the feeling I had when I was bowing down to him. Of course... Ran Xinxue would not derive any pleasure from such a humiliating act, but now that I suddenly think about it, I don't feel disgusted at all.

Is this what they mean by "he who eats another's food is bound to him"?

Before Ran Xinxue could say anything, the boy smiled.

"It's perfect, I can't finish it all."

The woman understood what the other person meant, and immediately frowned and glared at Wei Tu.

"I won't drink what you've already drunk."

"Hehe, it's all the same."

As Wei Tu said this, he forcefully took the other person's bowl, then took half of it from his own bowl and pushed it to Ran Xinxue.

It seems the choice is entirely in the other party's hands.

Ran Xinxue hesitated as she looked at the white porridge with lean meat and green vegetables floating in it.

The expression on his face didn't seem as good as I'd imagined.