“Teacher, are you going to have breakfast with me again today?”
Li Mucheng walked into the house side by side with Ye Feng, holding his clothes in one hand.
“Sorry, Mucheng, I’ve already had breakfast. If you haven’t eaten yet, I can wait for you.”
“Oh... I see...”
Li Mucheng lowered her head in disappointment. She had been hoping to have another intimate moment with Ye Feng like yesterday, but it seemed that wasn’t going to happen.
“Then... could you keep me company while I eat? There are some things from yesterday’s lesson that I didn’t quite understand, and I wanted to ask you.”
“That’s no problem. Are we eating in the dining hall like before?”
“No! In the private room.”
Li Mucheng’s tone was firm.
“Alright then, but just so you know, I really can’t eat anything more.”
“Okay, Teacher, you go ahead. I’ll have someone wash your clothes.”
“Ah... sure...”
After briefly leaving Ye Feng, Li Mucheng walked down a path toward the storage room but stopped just before reaching the door.
“Ah Fu, I need a favor.”
“Miss... how did you find me again...?”
As soon as Li Mucheng finished speaking, a figure stepped out from behind a stone pillar—it was Ah Fu, who had been secretly following her.
“Hmph, anyone could spot you with your tracking skills. Of course, it’s all thanks to Teacher’s guidance.”
Li Mucheng snorted disdainfully, her head held high with pride as she mentioned Ye Feng, as if being his student filled her with excitement.
It was almost like... a girl showing off her beloved boyfriend to her friends.
“......”
“Ahem... Ah Fu, dispose of this and get Teacher a new set of clothes.”
Li Mucheng shoved the jacket, which carried Xie Yuyan’s scent, into Ah Fu’s hands, then turned and headed toward the private room. She couldn’t keep Ye Feng waiting for long.
“Miss... when you say dispose...”
“Burn it.”
“Yes...”
Ah Fu sighed helplessly as he held Ye Feng’s clothes.
“Sorry, Ye Feng, I’m just following orders. Please don’t hold it against me.”
......
“Hmm...”
Sitting in the private room, Ye Feng was completely unaware of what was happening outside. However, as he looked at the table filled with an array of dishes—similar to yesterday’s but not identical—he couldn’t help but marvel.
The life of the wealthy is truly something to aspire to...
“Phew~”
Just then, a warm breeze brushed past Ye Feng’s ear, sending a ticklish sensation through him. Startled, he covered his ear and stood up in a panic, only to turn around and find Li Mucheng giggling behind her hand.
“Miss... when did you get here?”
Ye Feng, nervous and surprised, couldn’t believe he hadn’t noticed Li Mucheng approaching. Given her level of skill, it shouldn’t have been possible for her to move so stealthily. Was she a genius?
No, no, that couldn’t be! He had a system, after all. How could he be outdone by his own student? It must have been because he was distracted by all the food.
“Hehe, I came in while you were daydreaming.”
Li Mucheng closed the door of the private room and sat down beside Ye Feng again.
“Alright, Teacher, it’s breakfast time. But are you really not going to eat anything?”
Although there were two sets of utensils on the table, Ye Feng declined, as he truly couldn’t eat another bite.
“I’m fine, Miss. You go ahead.”
“Well... alright~”
Li Mucheng picked up her chopsticks and began eating her breakfast slowly. This time, she had brought wasabi, but seeing Ye Feng doing nothing made her feel a bit restless.
As Li Mucheng reached for the bamboo fungus in the chicken soup, she found that her arm was too short to reach it. Instantly, she came up with a new plan.
“Teacher~”
“Huh? Are you done? Let’s start the lesson then.”
Ye Feng, thinking Li Mucheng was calling him to begin, was about to stand up when he noticed her pouting at him in dissatisfaction.
“Tea...cher! You’re not paying attention at all! I’ve barely started eating!”
“Oh... sorry, I was just thinking about how to structure the lesson later.”
“Hmph... In that case, I’ll punish you by making you help me pick up some food.”
Li Mucheng’s sly side emerged as she narrowed her eyes, waiting for Ye Feng’s response.
“Huh? Pick up food? Can’t you do it yourself?”
“I can’t reach it. Look, Teacher.”
To demonstrate, Li Mucheng tried to pick up the bamboo fungus from the soup but couldn’t manage it.
“See, Teacher? I’ve tried my hardest, but I just can’t reach it. It’s like fate is playing tricks on me...”
“But you could just stand up...”
“Sigh, is Teacher really unwilling to help me with such a small thing? I thought there were no barriers between us...”
Li Mucheng’s overly dramatic performance left Ye Feng speechless. It seemed his role as a teacher also included some servant duties.
“Alright, Miss. Tell me what you want, and I’ll pick it up for you.”
“Hehe~ I knew Teacher would be the best~”
With her plan successful, Li Mucheng suppressed her excitement and pointed to the bamboo fungus in the soup.
“Teacher, I want the bamboo fungus~”
“Bamboo fungus, got it.”
Ye Feng used his unused chopsticks to pick up a piece of bamboo fungus from the soup and moved it toward Li Mucheng’s bowl.
But just as the bamboo fungus was about to land in her bowl, Li Mucheng tilted her head back and opened her mouth, a thin, glistening “spider thread” stretching out from it.
“Cough! Cough!”
Ye Feng, startled by Li Mucheng’s strange gesture, dropped his chopsticks on the table, and the bamboo fungus fell onto another dish.
Li Mucheng, displeased that the bamboo fungus hadn’t made it into her mouth, pursed her lips. “Teacher, couldn’t you be a bit more careful? It was almost there.”
“No... no, Miss, you should’ve brought the bowl closer! Why did you just open your mouth...?”
“So you could feed me, of course. What’s the problem?”
“There’s a problem! A big one!”
Ye Feng picked up his chopsticks, wiping them with a sanitizing towel as he voiced his objection.
“Who needs to be fed like that? Just bring the bowl closer, and I’ll put it in there for you.”
“But there are other seasonings in my bowl. The bamboo fungus will lose its flavor.”
“Then use my bowl...”
“Clang!”
The sound of porcelain breaking rang out. Ye Feng looked down to find that the bowl in front of him had somehow ended up in Li Mucheng’s hands and was now shattered on the floor.
“Oops... I slipped...”
“......”
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