"It's getting late." Yi Qing looked up at the darkening sky and faced Shen Ying. "Master, dinner is ready."
Dinner?
Shen Ying paused. Yi Qing pointed to the table beside him and said, "Master, please wait here for a moment. I am going to prepare your dinner now. If you're hungry, you can eat some pastries first."
Shen Ying frowned and shook her head. "My body is different from ordinary people. I don't need..." Before she could finish speaking, Yi Qing retrieved plates and plates of different pastries from his storage bag. The unique fragrances filled Shen Ying's nose.
He placed more than ten different plates on the table before he rushed into the kitchen.
Shen Ying stopped mid-sentence, staring at the full table.
So.... So fragrant...
(⊙_⊙)
As she stared at the plates of pastries on the table, Shen Ying clenched her fists by her side and reached out. She was just about to take hold of one pastry when a hand intercepted hers and took the pastry closest to her. The man stuffed that piece of pastry into his mouth.
"Mm, these pastries are not bad this time." Lonemoon looked as Shen Ying as he chewed. "Right, what were you saying earlier?"
"... Nothing." Shen Ying's expression hardened. She sat down, still unable to tear her eyes away from the mouth-watering pastries. After hesitating for a few seconds, and watching Lonemoon wipe out the pastries at rapid speed, she finally reached out to stuff one piece of pastry into her mouth.
(⊙v⊙)
So... So yummy...
She had one after another, as the pastries on the table disappeared quickly. The two of them seemed to be in a competition. They didn't even say a word – the only sounds came from their chewing. By the time Chef came back out with the dinner, the plates on the table were empty. The smell of explosives filled the air instead.
Yi Qing was obviously used to this. He kept the empty plates and replaced them with savory and fragrant dishes. Thus, the two of them began a new eating competition...
It was a full two hours later before the two of them finally rubbed their full bellies and stopped eating.
"Master." Yi Qing poured a cup of spirit tea for Shen Ying out of habit. "Have a drink – you will feel better."
Shen Ying paused and looked up at Yi Qing before glancing at the cup of tea. She clenched her fists by her side once again before reaching out with both hands to receive the cup. "Mm." She lowered her head to sip her tea. In a low voice, Shen Ying muttered, "The food you cooked was edible... thank you."
Yi Qing, who unexpectedly received an expression of gratitude, stared at her strangely. Master was...
"Chey!" Lonemoon rolled his eyes at her. As he always did, he exposed her. "That was just considered 'edible'? Then why were you fighting for the food so fiercely with me? You didn't even want to let me have that last piece of meat!" Drop the act – all of the Three Realms know how much of a foodie you are.
Lonemoon rubbed his belly and got to his feet. "Alright, if we're all full, let's go back to the main hall. You don't remember what happened in the past. I'll get the disciples over so that you can recognize them again. Otherwise, it'll be difficult to explain yourself if you address them wrongly."
Shen Ying shrank back. "I'm not going.""Why not?"
A strange expression crossed her face. "What kind of logic is that?" She threw him a cutting glare before recovering her hard expression. "Getting them out for me to re-recognize them would be akin to admitting that I've lost my memory."
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My Master Disconnected Yet Again (Part 3)
Historical FictionPART 3 Everyone said that Yi Qing was the number one Sword Cultivator in the world, with a swordsmanship and cultivation that no one could surpass. Whether it was when he was cultivating in the Lower Realm, or when he was in the Ten Heavens of the U...