"Pfft—" Le Zhao covered his mouth, laughing, "Cracked the pot while cooking?"
Duan Yunfei: "…That was accidental!"
He was still young at the time, and hadn't cooked before. Back then, Chu Wuqu had taken Lan Tian down the mountain to shop.
Feng Wuya was engrossed in training his sword skills, and Yunfei happened to be thirsty but didn't want to drink the raw water from the urn, so he decided to boil some water to drink.
Who knew that while he was pulling weeds outside, he completely forgot about it…
"Accidental," Chu Wuqu snorted coldly, "If I hadn't returned just in time, the kitchen would've probably been burned down."
Duan Yunfei heard this and kept silent, but Le Zhao laughed heartily, slapping the table.
…
Kitchen.
Shen Qinglan placed the chicken feet on the chopping board and called Xuan Ying over: "Trim off the nails."
Xuan Ying nodded, "Alright, miss."
