But he was ultimately afraid of missing out on something delicious, so he quickly asked:
"Devotee, what are you making again?"
Lun Chuan was taken aback: "This? These are freshly picked lemons, I'm thinking of making some lemon ciabatta. Tantan said she hasn't tried it before."
Ah, dessert.
Daoist Qingyun also loves to eat.
But he still wanted to keep some dignity; he didn't say it outright, instead, he kindly whispered in a comforting tone:
"Although you can't have children, don't be too indulgent."
Lun Chuan: "..."
He blushed a little, and asked again: "Isn't it good for Tantan?"
"Oh, no." Daoist Qingyun sighed deeply. "You have shallow cultivation, don't know how to disguise it, too straightforward, it's not good for an old person like me."
Lun Chuan: "...I've also marinated some plum sauce chicken legs, they should be ready now. Would you like to try some, Master?"
Have some more, Master, or else your mouth won't stop, it's really worrying.
What's that saying?
