The little cloud boat sped through the sea of clouds, with Cold Moon Peak already looming into view.
Yet Feng Xian'er suddenly stopped the cloud boat in midair.
She turned around, her phoenix eyes narrowing slightly, the hint of a smile that was not quite a smile curving her lips.
"Little thing, now that you've become my disciple, there are some rules I need to make clear beforehand."
Lin Shisan's heart tightened.
Traces of chill swept across his forehead.
Seeing his beautiful master's utterly serious expression, why did he have such a bad feeling? Was he really about to lose his chastity?
"Please go ahead, Master. Your disciple will wash his ears and listen attentively."
Feng Xian'er smiled.
"First, there are only two people on Cold Moon Peak, you and me. So from today onward, you're responsible for three meals a day."
"Huh?"
Lin Shisan stared, dumbfounded, his mouth forming a huge O. "But Master, I really don't know how to cook..."
At the same time, sorrow swept through his heart. How pitiful were the hearts of parents everywhere.
When he and Lin Qinghan had depended on each other for survival, Lin Qinghan had never had the heart to make him cook, only telling him to cultivate whenever he had time and strive for a good future on the immortal path.
"Then learn. Or do you expect your master to cook for you every day?"
"I started simmering that bowl of Deer Whip Soup three days in advance. Do you think it was easy?"
Feng Xian'er shot Lin Shisan a fierce glare.
Her tone made it all sound perfectly reasonable.
Her phoenix eyes all but said, If I didn't take you as my disciple to cook, was I supposed to keep you as my lover?
*You pitch-black boy, do you