What are these two little girls busy with?
Chen Ye pushed the door open and entered.
"Master!"
Qing Jun, who was squatting by the stove fanning the fire, immediately dropped the fan in her hand when she saw Chen Ye return. Like a little swallow, she rushed over, her little face slightly smudged with stove ash, and asked in a childlike voice, "Master... what do you do outside every day?"
"Of course, I’m busy managing the medicinal garden that the Peak Master entrusted to Master. That Baiqi Garden has been neglected for a long time, and it’s not easy to make those Spiritual Medicines regain their vitality."
Chen Ye hadn’t expected that after coming to the Immortal Cultivation Realm, he would still become a hard-working laborer.
Fortunately, he had a cheat. In theory, he could even level up the medicinal garden!
Chen Ye couldn’t help but tweak Qing Jun’s little nose, teasing her:
"Could it be that Qing Jun misses Master?"
The little girl’s cheeks instantly turned red, and she glared with her eyes wide open:
"Master, you shameless! Qing Jun was just asking, don’t overthink it! Even though Master is outside all day, Qing Jun won’t miss Master!"
"Stinky Master, come in quickly with Qing Jun!"
This little girl was acting quite bossy, pulling on the hem of Chen Ye’s clothes and dragging him into the kitchen.
Inside the kitchen, Zhiwei was wearing an apron.
Her long black hair cascaded down her slender waist, her brows and eyes cold, exuding an ethereal spirit.
She rolled up her sleeves, revealing a section of her snowy white wrist, her skin glowing like snow.
At this moment, she was meticulously preparing dry rations.
If he hadn’t seen the older girl standing on a stool to reach the stove.
Otherwise, Chen Ye might have been genuinely amazed by his obedient disciple at first glance...
On the chopping board lay neatly packaged dry rations wrapped in oiled paper, including sliced Demon Beast jerky, golden-baked Spirit Grain Cakes, and some dried Spirit Fruits.
"Master, look!"
The white-haired girl, like offering a treasure, picked up a piece of Spirit Grain Cake and handed it to Chen Ye,
"These past few days, my sister and I have been learning how to make dry rations! Now Master won’t go hungry when going to Baiqi Garden! And also, Sister Qiuyun has helped a lot too!"
The black-haired girl tucked the strands of hair in front of her forehead, speaking calmly, "This is something a disciple should do..."
Don’t be fooled by Zhiwei’s calm demeanor; normally, she wouldn’t do things like tucking her hair. Whenever she does, it shows she’s not at ease.
The little girl glanced at the silent Chen Ye, proudly puffed out her chest: "Hasn’t Master been going hungry at Baiqi Garden these days? Master is so pitiful, really can’t do anything about Master! Qing Jun and sister have worked really hard..."
Chen Ye snapped out of his thoughts, puzzled:
"How could Master go hungry when there are still a hundred Grain Avoidance Pills left?"
"Wha... what?"
The smile of the little girl offering a treasure froze on her face, her bright phoenix eyes dimmed a bit, and her little mouth half-opened:
"There are already Grain Avoidance Pills... Master doesn’t need dry rations?"
The older girl silently lowered her eyelids, covering the fleeting disappointment in her eyes.
The two girls had never made such exquisite dry rations before.
Before, they only cooked simple meals when they were in the kitchen.
She and Qing Jun had painstakingly learned to handle the ingredients, control the heat, even got a few blisters on their hands. It was all for nothing.
Chen Ye looked at the dejected expressions of his two disciples, realizing exactly what they were thinking.
His heart skipped a beat, sensing trouble.
"Ahem."
Chen Ye cleared his throat and added,
"Right, otherwise wouldn’t Master have starved long ago? But these Grain Avoidance Pills are utterly tasteless, nowhere near as delicious as the food my disciples thoughtfully prepared."
The two disciples simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief.
It was as if the earlier disappointment was just an illusion of Chen Ye’s.
Zhiwei emphasized, "It’s just, casually made..."
So, it wasn’t specially prepared!
"No!" Qing Jun, however, was persistent. She put her hands on her hips and declared righteously to Chen Ye, "Master must be grateful! Very grateful to Qing Jun and sister!!!"
Chen Ye looked at the two girls, with a hint of expectation in their eyes, and the delicate dry rations on the board, feeling a wave of warmth.
They were helping him in their own way...
Taking advantage of the moment when the two girls weren’t watching, Chen Ye scooped them up into his arms: "Alright, Master will definitely be very grateful to you both."
"Hmm?"
"Hey! Master, that’s not how to be grateful!!"
In his arms, the two disciples’ heads were close together, both lifting their little faces.
The white-haired girl’s phoenix eyes still holding the pride and dissatisfaction from earlier, now adding a touch of surprise and shyness from being suddenly held up, her little mouth slightly pouting, as if she still wanted to reason further about proper gratitude.
The black-haired girl gently pushed against Chen Ye’s chest with her little hands, unaccustomed to the intimate contact. Her long eyelashes fluttered and finally, she lowered her little face helplessly.
...
While others snuggled with cats, Chen Ye snuggled with little girls.
When Chen Ye finally released them, there was a light knock on the courtyard door and a slightly hesitant female voice: "Uncle Chen... are you home?"
It was Li Qiuyun.
Chen Ye responded and went to greet her.
Li Qiuyun stood at the door, looking lively. Today, she had changed from her loose Taoist robe to a goose yellow fitted skirt.
The thin material of the blouse hugged the budding graceful figure of the young girl, accentuating the impressive curves on her chest.
Her slender waist was cinched tightly by the skirt belt, and as she walked, her skirt fluttered, revealing glimpses of long, slender legs beneath.
"Uncle Chen, in high spirits, aren’t you?"
Li Qiuyun, with a mischievous smile, seemed a bit softer than her usual spirited self.
The door hadn’t been fully closed, and she had glimpsed Chen Ye’s attempt to cuddle with the girls.