But now was not the time for the Book of Cang Xuan to come out and compete with Chen Luo for favor.
Why had Chen Luo stayed five hundred years in the past for so long? Wasn't it all for Fu Hua? How could he revive a love rival to compete with himself for favor now?
"Hua, how many times have I told you? Saying 'anything' is the most troublesome answer for a chef. If you really don't know what you want to eat, you should say—'Whatever you decide.'"
"Mm, whatever you decide." Hua nodded slightly.
"Then let's do that again. What are we having for lunch today?"
"Whatever you decide."
"What are we having for dinner tonight?"
"Whatever you decide."
"What are we having for a midnight snack?"
"Whatever you decide."
"Then who are you sleeping with tonight?"
"Whatever you... I'll sleep by myself." Fu Hua instantly caught on.
"Hahaha, Hua, you're way too amusing."
"..." Two thoughts sprang into Hua's mind at that instant.
This boy was important to me, so I should just put up with it.
This boy was important to me, so I didn't need to worry about losing him. Beat the crap out of him!
But Hua chose a third option.
"Do... you want to sleep together?"
"Of course not. What are you thinking? You're still a patient."
Looking at Fu Hua, who seemed slightly displeased at being teased but overall still leaned more toward being expressionless, Chen Luo suddenly thought of the Herrscher of Knowledge whom he had left behind five hundred years in the future.
Although "left behind" might have been a bit much, the fact that the Herrscher of Knowledge was not by Chen Luo's side—and would not be for quite some time—made him feel somewhat unaccustomed to it, especially now