Becoming the Villainess: I Dominate the Cultivation Realm with My Wok!-Chapter 397
Seeing Chen Muxueβs slightly disdainful laziness, with a face that seemed uninterested in speaking, Xiaohu scratched his head, suspecting that he might have done something wrong or said something inappropriate. ππβ―π¦ππ¦π£πππππ.πβ΄π
Although the current situation didnβt seem very good, he subconsciously believed that the Sect Leader wouldnβt harm them. If harm was intended, it would have been done long ago, even letting them fend for themselves initially. They might have already perished without any intervention.
So Xiaohu silently went to the kitchen. He followed the steps he remembered from when he had cooked for Chen Muxue before, making a pot of chicken porridge. He thought, after sleeping for so long, Xiaohua must be hungry, and the Sect Leader, having been out for so long, has finally returned. Surely they canβt always sit in the dining hall waiting for food to be served, right?
Changfu came looking for Xiaohu, and seeing him like this, decided to help him out. They both had watched Chen Muxue cook enough times, so they managed to prepare a decent meal.
"The taste... though it canβt compare to the Sect Leaderβs cooking, itβs at least edible." After Xiaohu tasted the porridge, he quickly cooked a simple plate of greens, and only then did they bring it to the dining hall.
Meanwhile, Chen Muxue had already helped Xiaohua absorb Wu Xin and even woke her up with a somewhat "rushed growth" approach.
Xiaohua seemed to have woken from a long nightmare. The moment she opened her eyes, a strange light flashed before it quickly dissipated. She looked around in confusion until she saw Chen Muxue, then reached out her hands lovingly, eyes filled with tears: "Sect Leader, hug."
Chen Muxue was taken aback. Though they had relied on each other back in the day, apart from helping one another, they rarely showed much affection, especially Chen Muxue herself. Orphaned at a young age and coming from a declining family, she was not good at expressing emotions, so their interactions were mostly in the respectful manner of a younger generation towards an elder.
Even back then, Xiaohua at this age had never behaved so coyly with Chen Muxue.
But now, Xiaohua seemed to look at her as if she were her biological mother, her eyes filled with fondness, and her small mouth pouting, as if convinced Chen Muxueβs affection for her would never change.
As if guided by some invisible force, Chen Muxue reached out to lift Xiaohua. Her movements were awkward and her body stiff. Xiaohua, still groggy, wrapped her arms around Chen Muxueβs neck and buried her face into her shoulder, as if it didnβt matter as long as she was held.
Chen Muxue suddenly felt a bit at a loss for what to do, a feeling of embarrassment she hadnβt experienced in a very long time, mixed with a hint of novelty.
"Hungry!" Xiaohua said, once she regained her senses, realizing her stomach was growling.
Chen Muxue was silent. How many years had it been since she last ate anything? Just as she was considering going out to buy something, the young boy popped his head back in, soon followed by another familiar head that Chen Muxue recognized.
"Sect Leader, are you hungry?" Xiaohu hesitated a bit but eventually spoke out. "I made some porridge. I thought since Xiaohua has slept for so long, some porridge would be good for digestion. Shall we go eat?"
Chen Muxue didnβt expect that this little tiger not only had grown up a bit but had also learned to cook porridge. Naturally, she nodded in agreement.
Looking at the decently colored chicken porridge in front of her, smelling its fragrance, and glancing at the simple plate of greens, for some reason, many evaluations suddenly appeared in Chen Muxueβs mind, even identifying areas for improvement.
She frowned; she remembered her own business clearly enough. Given her past cooking standards, the current meal was already quite acceptable. How come she was starting to pick faults?
