"Teacher, I'm back!"
After dinner, Ji Jue had finally returned home from a walk to settle his food, carrying local specialties in hand as he pushed open the doors to Tide Sound.
But as he spoke, he couldn't help lowering his voice.
For some reason, he felt inexplicably nervous and guilty. That wasn't right—he hadn't skipped class to go to an internet café. His master had business, so the disciple did the work. He'd been dispatched as a Tool Person and had now returned in glory... so what the hell was he nervous about?!
The only reason he had come so late was that Ye Xian was usually free around this time.
Alchemy was a serious and complex discipline. Even Grandmasters had to proceed with caution, focus, and all their strength. Sometimes, decades of preparation were solely for the sake of producing results in a single day. Even with ordinary work, no one wanted someone suddenly knocking on their door just as they got into the zone, all to deliver a couple of eggs.
Ji Jue barely had time to flatter her—why would he rush over to make himself a nuisance?
The living room was still filled with the exaggerated music and clamor of a variety show. Ye Chun, whom he had seen only that morning, had instantly reverted to her true form. From her rigorous and dignified appearance, she had swiftly undergone Metamorphosis into a salted fish sprawled on the couch, munching on snacks.
Upon seeing Ji Jue, she merely waved, pointed at the table, then pointed toward the study.
It meant: put the things on the table; Aunt was in the study.
She was too lazy to even say a word.
"You're lazy to the bone!"
Ji Jue shook his head. After setting down the things, he knocked