"Understood, Master!" Zhang Xiaofan nodded.
"All right, don't stay too long. Let Xiaofan rest properly." After Tian Buyi said that, he rose and left.
Su Ru also gave a few instructions afterward, especially warning the little fatty not to bully Zhang Xiaofan, before following him out.
"Old Seventh! You're finally awake. You have no idea—while you were unconscious these past few days, we almost starved to death!" Fifth Senior Brother snatched a pastry from Luo Yunji's hand, stuffed it into his mouth, and complained bitterly as he chewed.
"Oh, please! If it tasted that bad, why did you still clean your plate every single time?" Sixth Senior Brother, who had been in charge of cooking these past few days, was immediately unhappy when he heard that. "Still! Xiaofan! It really is good that you're awake. If I can't eat the food you make every day, nothing I do feels right!"
The senior and junior brothers laughed and fooled around like that for quite a while before leaving one after another.
After Zhang Xiaofan saw everyone off, he noticed Luo Yunji lying on the bed already asleep. He smiled, shifted him into a proper position, tucked the blanket around him, then put on his own clothes and went out.
At dinnertime, when everyone saw the familiar yet somehow slightly unfamiliar dishes on the table and smelled the fragrance drifting through the air, they all happily dug in.
Zhang Xiaofan looked at everyone's happy expressions and also smiled happily along with them.
The little fatty stuffed food into his mouth while watching everyone fight over the meal, then curled his lip in deep contempt. "A bunch of big idiots with no ambition!"
Then he took an oil-paper packet from his waist pouch and slowly opened it. In an instant, its aroma overwhelmed