Chapter 987 - 461: Pill Business, Mao Family’s Allegiance

Half a two-hour later, Divine Mist Valley.

The mist outside the valley is even more stable and solid than before, probably because Master has repaired the array.

As for why Master would fix the array?

The little girl has no such doubt,

because in her heart, Master is almighty!

The three sisters navigate easily through the array and land in front of the elegant bamboo building.

"Aunt Mao! Master! Qing Jun is back!"

Before the little girl arrives, her cheerful voice has already been heard inside, as she rushes with her short legs to push open the door of the bamboo building.

"Creak—"

The door is pushed open, but there’s no aroma of spiritual cuisine inside the house.

The little girl is a bit disappointed.

Looks like she guessed wrong.

She thought Aunt Mao would prepare a bunch of delicious food to celebrate her achievements...

Following behind, Zhiwei paused in her steps, lightly biting her lower lip:

"Qing Jun, wait..."

"Qing Jun can’t wait a bit!"

The little girl quickly lifts the beaded curtain of the inner chamber, peeking inside.

Inside the room.

Chen Ye is sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed neatly.

But one of his hands is gently placed on Mao Qingzhu’s fair wrist, his fingertips surrounded by a faint gentle spiritual light.

And Mao Qingzhu on the bed,

Her pretty face flushed, dotted with fine sweat on her forehead.

Despite this, she actually has on the plain apron used for cooking.

"Why, why did you come back so soon..."

The beauty speaks softly like a buzzing mosquito, her gaze avoiding the three juniors at the door.

Chen Ye remains calm, naturally withdraws his hand, and even leisurely flicks his sleeve.

"Master!"

Little Qingjun blinks her big eyes, puzzled, pointing at Mao Qingzhu,

"Why is Aunt Mao sitting on the bed wearing an apron? Is she going to make spiritual cuisine on the bed?"

At these words.

Mao Qingzhu blushes even more, wishing she could bury her head in the covers.

Zhiwei, standing at the door, lightly coughs:

"Qing Jun, don’t be silly. Aunt Mao must have her reasons..."

"Hmm."

Chen Ye casually knocks the little girl’s head, his tone steady, seriously explaining,

"Your Aunt Mao was originally planning to go to the back kitchen to prepare a celebration feast for you. But her internal injury isn’t healed, and I forcibly held her down and performed a secret technique for healing. That’s why it got delayed."

"Oh—"

Qing Jun elongates the sound, half-understanding, rubbing her head in slight grievance.

Darn Master!

Always knocking her head.

Been saying, you shouldn’t knock a girl’s head, she won’t grow tall!

"Is Aunt Mao’s injury completely healed?"

Qing Jun asks quietly, glancing at her Master’s knocking finger.

This is the root of all evil!

If she gets the chance, she’d definitely bite it fiercely a few times!

"Thanks to your Master...it’s already fine."

Mao Qingzhu takes a deep breath, using the relief given by Chen Ye to barely smooth her mood.

Seeing the little girl’s eager and craving look, the embarrassment in her heart gradually dissipates, she smiles gently:

"You must be exhausted. Come, Auntie will make the signature Spirit Rhinoceros Brewed Meat."

"Hooray!"

Qing Jun cheers joyfully, hugging Mao Qingzhu’s leg,

"Aunt Mao is the best! Qing Jun will go with Aunt Mao; Qing Jun’s cooking skills are excellent!"

"Oh?"

Mao Qingzhu is surprised, wondering if this little girl would need to step on a stool at the stove?

The little girl remembers her Master’s head-knocking grievance and immediately complains,

"Because Master always forces Qing Jun to cook, over time, she became skilled at it! Don’t you think Master’s very bad?"

"Pfft—"

Upon hearing the little girl’s righteous complaint, Mao Qingzhu can’t help but cover her lips, chuckling, her eyes crinkling with amusement. She gently taps Qing Jun’s perky little nose, feigning surprise:

"So our Qing Jun is very skilled, huh? Auntie really has to count on you to help today."

"Mm-hmm!" Qing Jun nods vigorously, puffing out her little chest, filled with pride.

Sitting on the bed, Chen Ye’s tone is leisurely:

"Oh? Is that so, since I’m so bad, always forcing you to work hard, then to ensure Qing Jun will grow tall, you won’t have to touch the stove at Baopu Peak anymore. I’ll fast or make do at the dining hall down the mountain to avoid exhausting our Qing Jun, the great chef."

The little girl panics immediately!

The complaint she made earlier, she instantly lets go of Mao Qingzhu’s leg, rushing back to the bedside, holding Chen Ye’s arm with both small hands, shaking her little head like a rattle drum.

"No way, absolutely not!"

Qing Jun’s face turns red with urgency, she forgets the grievance of being knocked on the head, quickly correcting herself loudly,

"The food at the mountain dining hall is so awful, it would starve Master thin! Qing Jun wasn’t forced; Qing Jun volunteered!"

She lifts her fair little face, full of earnestness,

"Qing Jun loves cooking for Master the most! Qing Jun practiced painstakingly every day stepping on a stool for a long time to perfect these skills, just to make the best food for Master! Master can only eat Qing Jun’s cooked meals; no one else’s will do!"

This is her proudest achievement; how could she let her Master eat food cooked by others?

That would be a huge crisis, like the sky falling!

"Pfft—"

Mao Qingzhu can’t help it anymore, laughing wildly.

She finally understands, the little girl was just throwing a little tantrum earlier, but in her heart, she treasures her Master dearly.

All in all.

Under the little girl’s lively fuss, the evening meal passed merrily like this.

...

Night falls, stars twinkle.