The improved female villains regained their memories.

It turns out she can do it very well.

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When he returned to his room that evening, Sikong Xuan was punctually huddled in that corner.

Now he's very familiar with the place, and Su Fengqing is used to it.

She chattered on and on about what had happened that day, wanting to share everything with Sikong Xuan.

"You know what? I saw Ping Sheng and Mo Chang sticking together again today. They're such good friends..."

"Ah."

"And the guild leader is also very nice. She said I'm the guild's number one pastry chef and that I'm very important!"

"Ah."

"Oh, right, I can't sleep yet, I need to make some more desserts."

"Ah."

No matter what Su Fengqing said, Sikong Xuan would only respond with "hmm".

Su Fengqing didn't mind. She was not only used to Sikong Xuan appearing there at night, but also used to everything about him.

Just as she was about to go out to continue making desserts, Sikong Xuan suddenly called out to her.

"Little, Little Wind..."

This was the first time he had addressed her like that. Su Feng turned her head and smiled at him, "What's wrong?"

"...You are important."

He said, "You are very important..."

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A cat demon suddenly appeared in the gang.

The cat demon was entirely black and was exceptionally close to Yang Pingsheng.

At Yang Pingsheng's suggestion, the cat was given a name: Qi Feng.

Qi Feng, just like me, has "wind" in his name.

Su Feng thought to herself that she really liked these cute things.

Although Qi Feng was close to Yang Pingsheng, he did not reject the closeness of young girls.

Many times, Su Fengqing would hold Qi Feng and sit on a rock watching Sikong Xuan train.

For Su Fengqing, Qi Feng was like another friend.

So she also told it many things.

"Qi Feng, I cut my hand while making pastries today, it hurts so much, waaaaah..."

"Qi Feng, if you eat fish, would you like fish-shaped pastries too?"

"Qi Feng, Qi Feng, you say Brother Pingsheng likes Sister Mo Chang so much, why doesn't he confess his feelings?"

Qi Feng is very intelligent. Most of the time, it will meow a few times in response. Only when Su Feng mentions Yang Pingsheng and Jiang Mochang will it roll its eyes a few times.

Of course, Su Feng gently held it, and talked the most about Sikong Xuan.

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"Qi Feng, why is Brother Sikong always silent?"

"Qi Feng, Brother Sikong isn't talking to me. Does he not like me?"

"Qi Feng, Qi Feng, is there any way to make Brother Sikong like me?"

There are countless problems like these.

Qi Feng meowed a few times and nuzzled her with his head.

"You mean Brother Sikong really likes me? Thank you, Qi Feng!"

Su Feng gently hugged Qi Feng and kept inhaling its breath.

Qi Feng meowed a few times and rolled his eyes where she couldn't see him.

That was the exact same eye roll she gave when she mentioned Yang Pingsheng.

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The atmosphere today seems a bit off.

Today is harvest day. Baskets of apples are piled up in the warehouse of the mangrove group, in the room shaded by willows, where everyone is gathered together.

Liu Yin was handing out sliced ​​apples to everyone.

This scene was reminiscent of a teacher distributing food to children. Murong Xu followed behind Liu Yin and saw Liu Yin giving everyone the sweetest fruit, so she rubbed her teeth in dissatisfaction.

He secretly kept the sweetest one when no one was looking and stuffed it into his pocket. Everyone was used to this kind of behavior, and everyone knew that he was going to give it to Liu Yin later.

This guy is still the same as always.

"Sister Mo Chang, look, the pastries I made." Su Feng chuckled and approached Jiang Mo Chang, showing her the pastries she had made in a flattering manner.

She maintained her ingratiating persona as always, knowing that everyone was gathering here today, so she brought out her best work.

Not only to Liu Yin, but also to Jiang Mochang, Su Fengqing used her invincible coquettish skills, holding Jiang Mochang's hand and saying, "Sister Mochang, try it. I heard that you also like sweets that night, so I went to great lengths to make it."

"..." She glanced at Su Fengqing, then at the pastries so close to her, her icy exterior gradually melting: "I don't like sweets, but since you made them..."

Before she could finish speaking, the figure leaned closer and picked up a pastry in front of her.

“If you don’t like it, I’ll eat it. I quite like it.” Sikong Xuan didn’t give Jiang Mochang a chance to hesitate, and took it and threw it into his mouth.

Su Fengqing saw that Jiang Mochang's expression was frozen, and even heard something shatter in mid-air.

She then realized that she hadn't told Sikong Xuan that Jiang Mochang actually loved desserts. This guy was so straightforward that he probably really believed Jiang Mochang didn't like them.

"Brother Si, this is for Sister Mo Chang, why are you taking it?" Su Fengqing quickly put on a sullen look and said, "I've given you your share."

She was somewhat worried, fearing that Jiang Mochang would be angry, or that Yang Pingsheng, who was defending Jiang Mochang, would be angry.

"She doesn't eat, does she? Don't force her." Sikong Xuan looked at Jiang Mochang and said with his unchanging expression, "That's her problem. She always likes to force people to eat what she makes. Miss Jiang, I'm sorry to have troubled you."

Jiang Mochang nodded, his whole body stiff.

Sikong Xuan reached for the pastries again, but at this moment, Yang Ping moved.

Before he could take them, he stepped forward and grabbed all the pastries.

“?” Sikong Xuan looked at Yang Pingsheng.

Yang Pingsheng replied with a smile, "Don't you dislike sweets? I've never tried Xiaofeng's before, so I'd like to give it a try."

He looked at Su Fengqing: "Is that alright?"

Su Fengqing breathed a sigh of relief, but outwardly feigned flattery and said, "Of course!"

So Yang Pingsheng sat down and ate by himself.

Sikong Xuan looked at him and asked, "How did you know I don't like sweets?"

"Just saying," Yang Pingsheng replied casually, picking up a piece and placing it in Jiang Mochang's hand. Under the latter's questioning gaze, he said, "I can't eat anymore, help me eat a piece."

"........."

Sikong Xuan stood there silently, Jiang Mochang ate, and the others were unsettled.

Yang Pingsheng's few words made them think a lot.

The one who thought about it the most was undoubtedly Su Fengqing, who stared blankly at Sikong Xuan.

So... Brother Sikong doesn't like sweets?

"Pingsheng, how did you know I don't like sweets?" Sikong Xuan asked again, repeating the same question from before.

Yang Pingsheng remained silent for a long time before finally speaking:

"Guess."

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That night, Su Fengqing did not return to her room.

She knew that if she went back to her room, she would see Sikong Xuan waiting there.

She sat alone on the hillside, where she could easily see Liu Yin's room.

She recalled Liu Yin's words from that time, and now, thinking about it carefully, she realized she didn't seem to have anything to be proud of.

In this world, making desserts is a rather useless skill, not to mention that not everyone likes to eat desserts.

She sat there dejectedly, pulling at the grass.

"If you didn't like it, you should have said so earlier. If you had, I wouldn't have made desserts..."

She buried her head in her knees, her hands gripping the grass beside her.

Someone walked over and stood next to her.

"Xiao Feng?"

She looked up, and it wasn't the familiar person, but Murong Xu.

He looked at her strangely: "What are you doing here so late?"

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Su Fengqing retorted, "Brother Mu, what are you doing here so late?"

"I came here of course to... no, why should I explain to you? This is my territory."

That's true. Murong Xu spends a lot of time here, and the gang has tacitly accepted that this is Murong Xu's territory.

Su Feng narrowed his eyes slightly: "Brother Mu, you like staying here, not just to spy on Sister Liu Yin, right?"

She hadn't realized it before, but now that she's sitting here, she understands that the view of Liu Yin's room from here is excellent. It's directly opposite Liu Yin's window, so as long as Liu Yin sits in front of the window or in the courtyard, she can see everything clearly.

"What spying? What nonsense are you talking about, little brat?"

Murong Xu firmly denied it, followed by a bunch of nonsensical statements, such as "Everything I do is for the gang leader," "Do you think this can be called spying?", "I'm afraid others are spying on the gang leader here," and so on.