âNaturally.â Di Ming Jue âhumphsâ disdainfully.
Who else can make it, if not Ben Jun?
Muyan is really shocked at this time, âYou personally cooked for me?â
âNaturally!â still the same answer.
âBut, why?â
Heâs clearly a monarch set up on high. Clearly, to him, the people in the entire Yanwu Continent are all just like insignificant insects.
Clearly... he should be a man that is revered by all people, in all the lands under the heavens, making all the women rush like ducks and love him like crazy.
Such a man, for what reason would he put on such a ridiculous apron and serve her some soup?
Di Ming Jue comes a bit closer to her, drawling: âThatâs because, Muyan, youâre food is too inedible, itâs not good for your health.â
Blue veins suddenly pop up on Muyanâs temples.
This scoundrel! What âtouchingâ â thatâs all in the clouds now.
She hooks her lips up revealing a smile thatâs full of ridicule, as well as charm, âIf itâs not good for the body, why did Jun Shang-daren eat so much that day? I thought Jun Shang-daren was very satisfied with my work!â
âMn, satisfied.â thereâs no change on Di Ming Jueâs face, âAs long as Muyan made it, I would be satisfied. I wouldnât mind even if I have to eat it for a lifetime.â
Muyan stares blankly all of a sudden.
Only to listen to Di Ming Jue continue: âHowever, you and Xiao Bao may not. You are weak, and Xiao Bao is still a child, so both of you mustnât eat those... later on, I would eat the things you make, but I would be responsible for your diets.â
âIâve told you, the cook who put out these dishes, you can have him stay with you as long as you like, even forever.â
Muyan dazedly looks at him. Thereâs a roaring in her ears, and for a moment, itâs like sheâs hearing the deafening sound of her heartbeat.
Her heart is almost about to jump out of her chest.
She thinks that there might not be another person in the world like the one before her eyes. For her, he can forget his status, and for her, he can do anything thatâs beneath his position.
Muyan has an ominous feeling in the pit of her stomach.
If Di Ming Jueâs feelings would always burn so fiercely,
If, she keeps on interacting with this man all the time, she soon... wouldnât be able to keep her heart.
âWhy are you just foolishly watching me?â Di Ming Jue frowns, putting food in her plate again. His movements are gentle, but his tone of voice is somewhat not good, âEven if you want to cultivate the Dark Clouds Spirit Flower, you also have to eat. Later, if I come to know that you havenât eaten anything for eight hours, only playing the qin, then you wonât be able to see Xiao Bao again.â
This time, Muyan doesnât contradict him.
Instead, she quietly puts the food that Di Ming Jue is giving her, all into her mouth.
The dishes are spicy and tasty. In Muyanâs mouth, she could feel a touch of tartness and a hint of sweetness as she eats.
She could see that Di Ming Jue is still persistently serving her food.
Muyan suddenly picks up a piece of shrimp, and stuffs it into Di Ming Jueâs mouth, âDonât you want to taste your own cooking?â
Di Ming Jue is surprised, but he soon expressionlessly chews the shrimp and swallows it down.
No one notices his ears quietly turning red.
The corners of his mouth is also curved up into a gentle arc.
Immediately after, he lets out a short cough and says: âBen Jun is also hungry. Continue feeding Ben Jun.â
He wouldnât say that his current body simply doesnât require any food.
Even in the Yanwu Continent, he wouldnât feel any hunger at all.
Muyan blinks, âArenât there chopsticks here?â
The man across her frowns, looking very unhappy, âBen Jun is tired.â
Too tired to even eat?
But he has the strength to give her a huge pile of food?
Muyan rolls her eyes, but she doesnât expose the manâs lies.