The knocking at the door sounded rather urgent. Whoever it was seemed to be in a hurry.
Tang Ziran glanced at Yun Ming, who was sitting properly to the side and still sipping his water as leisurely as before. He subconsciously let out a sigh of relief, then went to open the door.
It was none other than Zhuo Shi, his face filled with haste and anxiety.
The moment he saw the door open, the nervous look on his face instantly disappeared, replaced by a deliberately composed expression. But his eyes searching all around gave everything away.
He was looking for Wu Changkong.
Yet after looking everywhere, he failed to find that familiar figure of his apprentice. A flicker of disappointment passed through his eyes.
"Hello, Uncle Zhuo Shi," Yun Mu greeted him with a smile.
"Um, little Yun Mu, well... didn't your teacher come back with you?" Zhuo Shi asked hesitantly.
"As for Teacher Wu, he probably has something important to take care of?" Yun Mu answered tactfully.
Zhuo Shi could not help sighing. The disappointment in his eyes was nearly impossible to conceal, but perhaps because there were children present, he quickly composed himself.
With a deliberately relaxed smile, Zhuo Shi called toward Lang Yue, who was cooking in the kitchen, "Miss, would you mind if I stayed for a meal?"
Lang Yue heard him and leaned halfway out from the kitchen doorway with a smile. "Of course. I'll make a little extra today. Ziran, go buy some more ingredients."
"Brother Ziran, this is my contribution card. Take it and use it. Don't be stingy—buy more soul beast meat and things like that. There are plenty of contribution points on it," Zhuo Shi said, casually tossing a card to Tang Ziran.
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