"I'll be entering a secret realm for the next five days to train, so I won't be able to return to Thieves' Den or come back for meals."
In the main hall of Thieves' Den, Yan Qing announced his schedule with an unusually serious expression, then quietly waited for the storm that was about to break. While sleeping last night, he had already prepared a speech to deal with whatever questions he might face today.
Hearing this, Yaoshi Yuan and Shang Xin Lei blinked, then nodded one after another.
"Oh."
"Mm."
"The fried-stuffed black tofu was delicious. Do you have the recipe? I'm thinking of having my cook learn it."
"I'll give it to you later. But the beans used for the black tofu are produced in the secret realm, and their quality is much better than ordinary soybeans. If your cook can't recreate the taste, it probably isn't a problem with her cooking. Don't punish her, okay?"
"Who would punish their cook? Aren't you afraid she'll spit in your food?"
Yan Qing stared blankly as they began discussing the taste of today's lunch.
Clearly, when I didn't show up for six days before, you were all very worried. Now I'm going away to train for five days and won't even be able to return to Thieves' Den. Why are you reacting so calmly?
Could love really disappear?
To be honest, Yan Qing did not actually want them to ask too many questions. It was not that he did not trust them; explaining everything was simply troublesome. Now that they had not asked, he should have felt relieved. Yet for some reason, he still felt a little dejected.
After a pause, he said, "After lunch today, I plan to absorb Heavenly Dipper and Earthly Fiend. I'll prepare first, so stand