"Dr. Xu, please have a seat."
Watching Xu Ke enter the living room with the medicinal herbs, Poison Elder grew uncharacteristically nervous. She was rubbing her hands together nonstop, her palms icy cold. Thinking about why Xu Ke was here, she felt a mix of excitement and hope, but also a deep fear of failure…
"Where's Ghost Elder?" Xu Ke asked casually, placing the herbs from Manager Xiao Qian on the table and glancing around.
"He's busy in the kitchen. He said he wanted to cook a meal for you," Poison Elder replied.
Xu Ke looked surprised. "He can cook?"
"Ever since I acquired my Poison Body, I've stopped touching those things, afraid I might poison him. So, whenever we've lived together, he's always done the cooking," Poison Elder said, a hint of embarrassment on her old face. "He's been doing it for decades. He always says that even if he weren't an assassin, he could be a head chef in a restaurant."
