Shocked! The Young Master's Petite Darling Is a Master of Mysteries-Chapter 200 Young Master

The woman smiled sincerely, "I can’t eat this much! I’m just in the habit of making some extra every meal. Next time, I can just heat it up, saving trouble."

Xia Mian nodded gently, without saying more.

The woman and the man felt peculiar to her. They seemed sincere, but their sincerity was like a mask over their faces, guarding their true inner thoughts from others.

The woman’s cooking skill was truly impressive. Xia Mian was tending the fire nearby, the rich aroma of chicken wafted out from the pot, directly drilling into her nose.

"I haven’t asked how to address you, young lady?" the woman asked with a smile while tidying up kitchen waste.

"Xia Mian." Xia Mian replied crisply.

The woman’s expression shifted slightly, thoughtful, "Surname Xia, huh..."

Xia Mian’s eyes slightly lowered, she replied softly, "What should I call you, sister-in-law?"

"Oh, my surname is Wei, you can call me Wei Wei," the woman smiled warmly, "My husband’s surname is Ling, first name is Fei."

"The idyllic lifestyle you two have really is enviable," Xia Mian’s mouth curled gently, her words hinted at something.

Wei Wei raised her hand and brushed her sideburns, "There’s no choice, people from the Divine Clan can’t accept us, we had to find another way."

Finding another way, coexisting with the Divine Clan yet making them fearful, the person who can establish Burial God Tomb is truly talented.

Xia Mian remained silent, her gaze fixed on the flames in the stove, her thoughts adrift, from Song Juan’s disappearance to finding herself here, it seemed an invisible hand was subtly pushing all of this.

Living in such a place, Wei Wei and Ling Fei were evidently not ordinary people.

The wood crackled in the stove, matched by the darkening sky, illuminating Xia Mian’s deep, ink-black eyes.

Lu Zechuan quietly arrived at Xia Mian’s side, squatting down to help add wood to the stove.

"Oh dear, how can a big man do such chores? Go sit down, we’ve got this!" Wei Wei looked nervous as soon as she saw Lu Zechuan approach the stove.

Lu Zechuan paused his hand that was adding wood, his dark eyes slightly sinking, "Who says only women should do such chores?"

Wei Wei’s expression carried a hint of embarrassment, "You’re a guest, such rough work isn’t suitable for you..."

Lu Zechuan chuckled softly, ignoring Wei Wei’s courtesy, remaining by Xia Mian’s side, "Since we’re guests, we should act like guests, not just wait to be served."

Lu Zechuan’s words drifted gently into Wei Wei’s ears.

Wei Wei’s face changed, she knew very well who Lu Zechuan was!

Calling him their Wood Clan’s future hope was actually humble!

Lu Zechuan, with his noble spirit, was destined for big things like overturning the Divine Clan...

As Wei Wei became flustered, Ling Fei walked over, his dark skin shining in the stove’s firelight.

"Does Mr. Lu drink? I’ll get some wine from the cellar, self-brewed, very fragrant." Ling Fei raised his hand, scratching his ear, still looking sincere and honest.

Lu Zechuan smiled faintly, "No, we have to go out later."

Lu Zechuan hadn’t forgotten, future mother-in-law was waiting for Xia Mian to bring back herbs for brewing.

Ling Fei rubbed his face with his hand, "Oh, then I’ll tidy up the table, let’s have a meal."

Ling Fei quickly set up the table in the living room.

Wei Wei served the prepared dishes, inviting everyone to dine.

Ding Cheng and Xia Weizhang tried to minimize their presence, exchanging a glance and shrinking into a corner of the living room.

They had no appetite for food initially, but after entering the Burial God Tomb, their magic was restricted, reducing their physical functions to ordinary people. Now, with empty stomachs, hunger began to take hold in the corners of the living room.

Eat? They worried the food might be tainted.

Not eat? They struggled to endure the hunger.

While Ding Cheng and Xia Weizhang deliberated, Ling Fei and Wei Wei already invited Xia Mian and Lu Zechuan to sit down.

As for Ding Cheng and Xia Weizhang, the Ling couple chose to ignore them completely.

"The beef and chicken are home-raised, very tender. Please, try some!" Ling Fei called out enthusiastically.

Lu Zechuan nodded politely at them, "Thank you for the hospitality!"

Ling Fei grinned, "It’s been a long time since we had visitors here. Your arrival is fate, and you are honored guests!"

Lu Zechuan didn’t engage further, but Xia Mian casually asked, "Are you always this warm to outsiders?"

Based on the novels and dramas she’d seen, people living in seclusion were usually either hostile or at least wary of outsiders, not so passionately welcoming...

Ling Fei’s gaze dropped slightly, "After so many years of not seeing outsiders, we are a bit excited. We hope you understand."

"So, it’s not just outsiders you haven’t seen, but you haven’t seen clan members for many years either?" Xia Mian’s eyebrows lifted slightly, her gaze suddenly becoming sharp.

From the start, this couple’s attitude towards the four of them showed a noticeable difference.

Wary of Ding Cheng and Xia Weizhang, respectful and wary towards Xia Mian, yet offering praise and flattering to Lu Zechuan.

This kind of differential treatment, even if she didn’t want to overthink, she couldn’t help but ponder.

With Xia Mian’s words, the room fell silent, not a sound was heard.

Xia Weizhang and Ding Cheng shrank in a corner, exchanging looks, wanting to scold Xia Mian for being rash but not daring to do so, just continuing to watch.

"Since you’ve realized, I won’t hide it," Ling Fei raised his head, giving Xia Mian a grin, "Wei Wei and I are indeed from the Wood Clan."

Upon saying this, Ling Fei’s gaze looked at Lu Zechuan became quite peculiar, "If it weren’t for sensing the Young Master’s aura, Wei Wei and I probably wouldn’t have saved your mother out of kindness."

After all, Lu Zechuan’s mother, Shen Xiang, once wandered into the real world. This was almost no secret in the Wood Clan.

Seeing the ordinary person Song Juan and sensing Lu Zechuan’s presence, they concluded that Lu Zechuan must have some connection to this ordinary person.

"Young Master?" Xia Mian lightly pursed her lips, thoughtfully repeating these words.

Ling Fei’s gaze sharpened, "That’s right, our Wood Clan’s Young Master— it’s him."

Ling Fei’s eyes fixed on Lu Zechuan, blazing with intensity.

Years ago, the Wood Clan was besieged by the Hundred Families, the young woman wandered and lived in exile. Now sensing the familiar aura again, they were almost overcome with excitement.

If not for the ancestor’s restriction keeping them here, preventing them from leaving, they would’ve rushed out looking for people long ago!