Soul Artisan

Compared to the famously dreadful Stargazing, Ginger Shredded Potato had already transcended the realm of ordinary dark cuisine.

After forcefully stuffing Xia Wen with several chopsticks of Ginger Shredded Potato and making her swallow it, Bai Zhi ignored the person sprawled across the table, weakly crying that she was going to die, and pulled out his phone to order delivery.

He had figured it out. This girl was doing it on purpose—the sort who would tear the roof off if left unpunished for three days. With the Campus Belle away from home, basically no one could keep her in line.

Ginger Shredded Potato, stir-fried carrot with ham sausage... who knew what she had been thinking?

To deal with someone like this, violence was the only answer.

"What? Ginger is really good for your health..."

While gnawing on the fried chicken Bai Zhi had ordered, Xia Wen muttered resentfully under her breath.

Once the diligent delivery guy brought the food over, they moved from the dining table to the Coffee Table. The living room was spacious enough, and the Shadow Guards handled the cleaning, so naturally they went with whatever was most comfortable.

"Wait, come to think of it, did you do that on purpose just to make us order delivery? I heard Lin Xiaoyi put you on an allowance ban."

Suddenly recalling something, Bai Zhi shot Xia Wen a suspicious look.

"Ahaha... how could that be? Do I look like that kind of person? No, you're overthinking it..."

The expression on Xia Wen's face stiffened slightly. She turned away as if nothing had happened, still clutching a chicken drumstick in her hand.

Bai Zhi: "..."

After lunchtime came the leisurely afternoon.

After lunch, thick drowsiness came flooding in beneath the lazy afternoon sunlight.

No one knew who had started it,