"It's not like I'm making it for you!" Zhang Xiaofan was annoyed beyond patience and replied bluntly.
Aunt You, meanwhile, sized up Luo Yunji, who was playing by himself. According to the Ghost King, this youngest disciple of Big Bamboo Peak had once, in the Wildlands, cut down so fiercely with three sword strikes that none of them dared take another step forward.
Aunt You watched for a long time, but she still could not see how this silly little fatty could possess such terrifying ability!
After Zhang Xiaofan finished cooking, he served out two portions: one for Little Fatty, and the other for himself.
Seeing this, the girl wrinkled her nose at him in anger. Earlier, she had seen Zhang Xiaofan make a great deal, with plenty still left in the pot, so she served a portion for Aunt You herself, then finally served herself a bowl as well.
At first, the two of them hesitated over whether to eat. Zhang Xiaofan had put quite a lot of medicinal herbs into the food, after all. But when they saw Luo Yunji's utterly satisfied expression as he ate, and smelled the fragrance wafting from the meal, they tentatively took a bite.
Just that one bite made the two of them wonder whether the food they had eaten before could even be counted as food!
Zhang Xiaofan glanced over, saw the two of them eating with no regard for their image at all, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
"You really are strange!" After the meal, the Green-Clothed Girl was so full she leaned lazily against a tree, looking at Zhang Xiaofan with curiosity written all over her face.
Zhang Xiaofan still ignored her and began cleaning up the pots and bowls.
"When other people go out for training,