《Please, I Really Didn’t Want To Fall in Love With My Master!》Please, I Really Didn't Want To Fall in Love With My Master!
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Chapter 26: Chapter 26: A Letter from Family!
Chapter 26: A Letter from Family!
Early in the morning.
The moment Deacon Wang approached the kitchen, she heard clamor coming from inside.
Her main business was to take care of the Sect Master’s clothes and food. This kitchen was for the Sect Master’s exclusive use. No one could enter without her keys.
But unexpectedly there was someone inside?
“Which daredevil dares to go in and steal food?” Deacon Wang opened the door and rushed in angrily.
“How bold, to actually dare to sneak in the… Sect Master?” She was stunned.
Leng Wuyan held the spoon in one hand and the lid in the other. Her fair face was stained with black marks.
“Sect Master, what are you doing?” Deacon Wang was puzzled.
“I’m making soup.” Leng Wuyan replied.
“Soup?” Deacon Wang glanced at the black liquid in the pot and couldn’t help but shiver.
Are you sure this thing could be eaten?
Leng Wuyan’s brows furrowed slightly. “Strange. According to my experience in refining pills, there’s nothing wrong with the ingredients. Why does it look so ugly?”
Deacon Wang carefully asked, “You… What kind of soup is it?”
Leng Wuyan listed a few treasures, “The main material is the flesh of the Thunder Profound Eagle, the auxiliary materials are the Blood Essence Demon Fruit, the Ten Thousand Year Green Spirit Vine, and the Snow Bone Ginseng. It has the effect of nourishing the meridians, purifying Qi, and transforming the spirit.”
“……”
Deacon Wang did not know whether to laugh or cry.
It would be weird if this could be tasty!
“Sect Master, cooking is different from refining pills. It is not about the effects, but about the aesthetic, fragrance, and taste. For example, you seldom have to eat food, but you still do, why is that? It’s just because of the delicious taste of the food.”
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Leng Wuyan tilted her head and thought for a moment. “This makes sense.”
Deacon Wang took the spoon from her hand. “If there’s anything you want to eat, just instruct those service disciples. There’s no need for you to bother yourself.”
Leng Wuyan turned her head. “You don’t understand. This is also a form of cultivation.”
She actually wanted to personally make the soup for Li Ran.
Shouldn’t a good girlfriend be like this?
“At Sect Master’s cultivation, I don’t know much about the realm. However, if you’re talking about cooking, I definitely know a little more than you,” Deacon Wang said with a smile.
“Yes!” Leng Wuyan’s eyes lit up. “Deacon Wang, come teach me how to make soup!”
Deacon Wang was a bit shocked. “Ah?”
—
Li Ran pushed the door and walked out, the warm sun shining on his body. He stretched his body in a pleasant mood.
“Today’s weather is really good.” With the existence of the Heaven Seizing Cultivation Method, he didn’t need to meditate to cultivate. His cultivation base naturally increases by itself.
This kind of salted fish’s life was simply too good.
“To bask in the sun, tease Aqin, and fall in love with the Sect Master. Such a wonderful life, even if an immortal wants to exchange with his cultivation, I would be unwilling!”
“But am I a bit derelict of duty as a villain?”
To be honest, the Youluo Temple was completely different from the Devil Sect he remembered.
The disciples here had a harmonious relationship. The elders were amiable, and even the Sect Master was very cute. The notoriety of a devil sect doesn’t seem to exist here.
“I don’t know how Youlou Temple became a Devil Sect, moreover one of the top devil sects…” Li Ran shook his head.
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“Sheng Zi!” A lovely cry came from nearby, and Lu Xinran jumped up and down in front of him. “Sheng Zi, long time no see!”
“Hadn’t I seen you yesterday…???” Ever since he helped her breakthrough last time, this girl had become even more clingy. Now, as long as Li Ran saw her, he would have a huge headache.
“I didn’t see you for a day, yet it’s like three autumns have already passed~” Lu Xinran took out a small box and handed it to him. “Here.”
“What is this?” Li Ran was puzzled.
Lu Xinran smiled and said, “This is the pastry I made for you in the morning, I purposely got up four hours early today. It’s absolutely delicious!”
“You know how to cook?” Li Ran accepted the box suspiciously and a familiar smell assaulted his nostrils.
“This would not be ……”
“~ Little Lu made an osmanthus cake. Sheng Zi, try it.”
“Another osmanthus cake?” Li Ran’s face turned green.
Last night’s osmanthus cake almost made him vomit. At first, he wanted to leave directly, but when he saw her bloodshot eyes, he hesitated for a moment before taking a piece and stuffing it into his mouth.
Unexpectedly, the taste was quite good.
“How is it?” Lu Xinran looked at him eagerly.
“Not bad.” Li Ran nodded.
“Yes!” Lu Xinran excitedly jumped up. “As long as Sheng Zi likes it, I can make it for you every day.”
“Forget it. Thank you.”
“I can also make plum cake~”
“……”
Lu Xinran hung around him for a while before being called back to cultivate. Li Ran finally let out a sigh of relief.
At this moment, an Inner Sect disciple walked over, holding an envelope in his hand. “Sheng Zi, here is a letter to you.”
“Letter? Who would have written to me?’ Li Ran was a little curious.
“I also don’t know. I only know that it was sent from Wuyang City.”
Li Ran immediately understood. “That should be a letter from my family.”
He tore open the envelope and took out a piece of jade. Although it was a letter, it was not in the form of paper. Instead, the letter was made up of jade that was as thin as a cicada’s wing and used as a carrier to input the information into it.
The jade letter could only be read in a specific way, otherwise, it would be destroyed. It could be considered an encrypted letter.
Li Ran activated his spiritual power and injected his spiritual power into the letter. A familiar voice rang out in his ears.
It was his second uncle.
First, he inquired about Li Ran about wellbeing, but what he said after that made Li Ran stunned.
“F-fiancée…?!”
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