"Little Jiu, where did you run off to? Our opponent in the next round is very tough! We were waiting specifically for you to come back so we could discuss our tactics!"
Shui Xinrou cast Little Jiu a reproachful glance. Only then did Little Jiu feel relieved. Just as he thought, Shui Bing'er would not be so unreliable.
Shui Xinrou nudged Shui Bing'er and said, "Didn't you save some soup for Little Jiu tonight? Hurry and bring it to him."
Shui Bing'er was incredibly annoyed. "It's not like he has no hands!"
"My child, how can you talk like that? He gave you a spirit bone." Shui Xinrou chided her.
Shui Bing'er waved her fist, thinking, That was hush money!
But everyone else thought she ought to treat Little Jiu better. Shui Bing'er was speechless and could only extend her slender, jade-like fingers of ice muscle jade bone to ladle him a bowl of soup. Handing it to him, she whispered, "You went off fooling around, and I still have to make soup for you. You're driving me mad!"
"I was fooling around?" Little Jiu was stunned.
"There's a special fragrance on you. Don't deny it—you just came out of a girl's room! Are you still going to deny it?" Shui Bing'er snorted softly.
Little Jiu froze. Was identifying scents like a sixth sense, some sort of passive skill unique to girls?
Little Jiu sat down and drank the soup. It really was delicious. He drained the bowl in one gulp, handed it back to Shui Bing'er, and said, "Another bowl!"
Shui Bing'er ground her teeth in anger, but under Shui Xinrou's watchful gaze, she had no choice but to serve Little Jiu another bowl.
Shui Xinrou nodded in satisfaction and smiled. "Little Jiu, our opponent this time is Godwind