That evening.
In the sitting room of the small courtyard.
Bing Aoqing prepared a tableful of dishes. They looked quite decent, with appealing color, aroma, and flavor.
"Not bad, not bad." Li Zhōujūn smiled at the tableful of dishes.
"Mr. Li, try this." Hearing that, Bing Aoqing's face flushed slightly. Using the other end of her chopsticks, she picked up a piece of lean meat and placed it in front of Li Zhōujūn.
"Thank you." Li Zhōujūn smiled, then picked up the lean meat and put it into his mouth. At once, an unbearably salty taste shot straight to his head, and he nearly vomited on the spot.
"Mr. Li, is it good?" Bing Aoqing asked expectantly. This was her first time cooking, after all!
"Mm, it's decent. For a first attempt to reach this level, that's pretty good." Li Zhōujūn nodded calmly.
"Really?" Having received Li Zhōujūn's praise, Bing Aoqing looked excited. "Then eat some more, Mr. Li!"
Li Zhōujūn: "..."
Did this girl not taste her own cooking?
Still, Li Zhōujūn knew that, after all, he had been the one trying to slack off and had asked her to cook. If he simply told her that the food she had made was awful, it would be a huge blow to her confidence.
Thus, Li Zhōujūn held back his tears and polished off three large bowls of rice, along with most of the dishes on the table.
After finishing, Li Zhōujūn set down his bowl. "I'm full."
With that, Li Zhōujūn calmly strode into the spotlessly clean outhouse in the rear courtyard. Without a word, he stuck his finger down his throat and gagged. "Urk~"
To think that he, Immortal Lord Li, a man who could go fifty-fifty with an Immortal Emperor, had nearly fallen today to Bing Aoqing's