Seeing Chen Muxue's 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.
Although the current situation didn't seem very good, he subconsciously believed that the Sect Leader wouldn't 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 can't always sit in the dining hall waiting for food to be served, right?
