Chapter 12

Song Zhi replied, “… I’m making water-fried buns.”

“You can fry buns with water? Interesting…” Mo Xiuyao looked at the golden steamed bun in the pot with great interest. His dark eyes were shimmering, but he did not look at Song Zhi at all.

Song Zhi, “!!!”

She shouldn’t have worn these clothes and humiliated herself!

In fact, failure was a matter of course. In the original text, Mo Xiuyao even turned a blind eye to the beautiful female protagonist. How could someone of her level succeed? Song Zhi filled the buns with a dejected face and placed them on the small table beside her. Mo Xiuyao was familiar with this and sat down to eat. Song Zhi saw that he was ignoring her again and could not help but ask, “Didn’t you notice that I’m different today?”

“What’s different?” Mo Xiuyao finally looked her in the eye. Song Zhi immediately straightened her back and puffed out her round chest. Mo Xiuyao stared at her for a moment and asked, “What are you doing?”

Song Zhi asked, “Can’t you tell? I’m seducing you.”

“Oh. And then?” Mo Xiuyao picked up his chopsticks.

Song Zhi gave a fake smile. “There’s no ‘then’ after that. You can eat.”

Mo Xiuyao really started to eat. He only ate two or three buns before putting down his chopsticks. Song Zhi was surprised.”You’re not eating?”

“I’m full,” Mo Xiuyao replied.

“I’ve only eaten so little… Is it not good?” Song Zhi was a little nervous. She had tried it just now. There was no problem with the taste of the water-fried buns.

Mo Xiuyao looked at her and said, “Not bad.”

Song Zhi heaved a sigh of relief at the familiar comment, but she was even more confused. “Since the taste isn’t bad, why did you eat so little?”

“No appetite,” Mo Xiuyao’s words were concise and to the point. Song Zhi paused and realized that Mo Xiuyao was not in a good mood today. In fact, he was usually this lazy, and sometimes he was too lazy to even speak. But today, he was not only lazy, but also a little weak.

Was he sick? Song Zhi did not know what was going on and was about to ask, but Mo Xiuyao had already stood up and left. As she watched his tall figure gradually disappear into the distance, Song Zhi felt a deep sense of despair. Could she really convince him to dual cultivate with her before the poison acted up? Don’t tell me I worked so hard as a chef for 20 days and got nothing in the end?

Song Zhi took a bite of the water-fried bun. The filling of the water-fried bun was made with pork belly and leeks. The oil of the pork belly had soaked the leeks and was wrapped by the golden crisp skin. The crisp sound of biting was crisp and fragrant, making it difficult for people to maintain their low spirits. It was fine. If Mo Xiuyao did not want to eat, she would. What was the big deal?

Song Zhi finished the rest of the water-fried buns. After she was full, she lay in bed for the entire morning. Although she had some opinions about Mo Xiuyao, she still got up to cook at noon. However, she remembered that Mo Xiuyao’s appetite was not very good today, so she did not make anything greasy. Instead, she cooked a pot of fresh shrimp and lean meat porridge. The soft and sticky porridge was accompanied by fragrant and sweet shrimp and lean meat. Just a whiff of it could make one go crazy.

After the fragrance wafted out, Song Zhi sat by the pot and waited unhurriedly. However, after a long time, Mo Xiuyao did not appear. Could it be that the porridge was not fragrant enough and he did not smell it? Song Zhi sniffed and denied this guess.

She continued to wait until the shrimp porridge was almost dry. She could only take out the porridge and put it in the Cosmos Bag to keep it warm. She was going to wait for him to come and bring it out. However, she waited until nighttime and did not see Mo Xiuyao.

… Could it be that Mo Xiuyao did not like to eat porridge? Or was he tired of her cooking these days? But didn’t he say that the steamed buns were okay this morning? However, he really didn’t eat much today. It wasn’t even a third of what he usually ate. Could it be that he was really sick of it?

The more Song Zhi thought about it, the more nervous she became. Just as she was about to take out her pot to prove her cooking skills, she suddenly noticed that the Demon’s Note Valley seemed to be brighter than usual.

Song Zhi paused and raised her head. She could barely see a ray of bright moonlight in the sky full of leaves. She counted the days. It seemed to be the 15th of August, the Mid-Autumn Festival. In the original setting, the all-yin physique was not a good thing. Because of this constitution, Mo Xiuyao was born with a cold disease. From time to time, it would break out, and the cold would enter the bone marrow and stiffen the whole body.

If the old Demon Lord did not spend half of his cultivation to nourish him, Mo Xiuyao would not have lived to adulthood. Although his own cultivation grew stronger day by day and could suppress the symptoms, he would suffer from the disease once every six months. He would still suffer from it on two precise dates, and one of them was this one, the Mid-Autumn Festival date.