After Tang Yu returned home, the two women were surprisingly not lounging around in the living room like salted fish.
This left Tang Yu somewhat puzzled. He walked over to the stairs and shouted.
"Chi Yin? Ling Han? I'm home. Where are you?"
"We're cultivating upstairs."
Chi Yin's sweet voice drifted down from above.
Tang Yu gave an "oh" and ran into the kitchen to make something to eat.
He really had not eaten properly during his days at the Qi Family, and the physical labor had been excessively intense. He needed to replenish his nutrition.
After simmering a pot of chicken soup, Tang Yu skillfully stir-fried several dishes as well.
By the time he finished in the kitchen and came out, Chi Yin and Ling Han, both drenched in fragrant sweat, were walking downstairs.
"Wow, it smells amazing. Young Master Tang, your cooking has really improved."
Smelling the aroma from the table, Chi Yin swallowed and hurried off to wash her hands.
Ling Han wiped away her sweat with a towel and asked with a smile, "Young Master Tang, have you been all right these past few days?"
"Other than a bit of back pain, I'm fine."
Tang Yu muttered as he rubbed his lower back.
"Back pain, huh?"
The moment Ling Han heard that, she knew exactly what Young Master Tang had been up to. Her beautiful eyes were brimming with amusement.
Putting green hats on people every day—Young Master Tang really was shamelessly wicked.
"Hurry up and wash up so we can eat."
Tang Yu habitually raised his hand, intending to give Ling Han's butt a slap.
But halfway through, Tang Yu pulled his hand back.
Ling Han blinked at Tang Yu. "What's wrong? Is Young Master Tang planning to become a monk?"
"I have no worldly