She nearly dug her nails into her palms.
When Tang Monk returned from washing up and saw how pale she looked, he actually felt a little sorry for her. "Female benefactor, how about I prepare breakfast today?"
Warmth rose in the woman's heart. Just as she was about to agree, Chu Yang set the pot down in front of her.
"No need, Master. You rest. Miss Su is willing to do it."
"I..."
Chu Yang stared at her. "You're unwilling?"
Meeting his faintly smiling gaze, the woman inexplicably felt a chill down her back. She could only lower her head. "I'm willing."
And so, that morning, she nearly cooked a pot of half-raw porridge. The pickled vegetables were cut into uneven strips, and the heat was a complete mess. Chu Yang took one bite, frowned, and set down his bowl. "It'll do. At least it didn't poison me to death."
The woman truly wanted to dump that bowl of porridge over his head.
But she couldn't.
She could only force a smile and say softly, "It's my first time cooking, so I'm not used to it. If I practice more in the future, I'll get better."
"Mm, good attitude." Chu Yang nodded. "Then all the cooking will be yours from now on."
The smile on the woman's face completely froze.
When they set off again after breakfast, her bundle was even heavier than yesterday's. Chu Yang had casually stuffed the pot into it too.
"You carried things pretty steadily yesterday. Bring this along today too."
Holding the pot and carrying the bundle, the white jade hairpin on the woman's head was nearly shaken crooked. "Young Master Chu, this pot is too large. I'm afraid..."
"Afraid of what? If you break it, you'll pay for it."
"..."
Gritting her teeth, she