Time flowed by, and in the blink of an eye, a month had passed.
In the courtyard, Mo Shang stared at the pitch-black dishes on the table, his face full of sorrow.
"Boom!"
The sound of explosions came from the kitchen.
After the rumbling subsided, Jiang Shuyu emerged from within, carrying a plate of slightly burnt stir-fried greens.
"Darling, how about I cook today?" Mo Shang looked at the dish, thought for a moment, and spoke up.
"No need. Just sit there and rest. I'll definitely succeed..."
Jiang Shuyu shook her head, determination in her eyes. After setting the dish on the table, she turned and headed back into the kitchen.
Seeing Jiang Shuyu persist, Mo Shang opened his mouth, but in the end, he said nothing more...
Of course, after spending so long in the kitchen, Jiang Shuyu's cooking had not gone entirely without improvement. Sometimes, it was still edible.
The dishes she had made last time while following a tutorial on her phone had been quite tasty...
"Fellow townsman, I'm back!"
Just as Mo Shang was fretting, Jinlin walked in from outside the courtyard.
"Why do you like showing up at mealtime so much?" Mo Shang gave him a strange look.
Ever since the other man had joined the Falling Cloud Sect, he often came running over to Mo Shang's place, and he nearly always picked mealtimes...
"I'm here to mooch a meal." Jinlin sat down at the table and said with a grin.
"Mooch a meal? Are you sure? You think the food at my place tastes good?"
Mo Shang was instantly dumbfounded. He had seen people come to chat with him, and people come over for tea, but this was the first time he had seen someone come to his place to mooch a meal.
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