Since he'd promised Xia He, there was no time to lose. Qin Yang decided to act tonight. After all, with the Beast Tide approaching, time was becoming more and more precious.
That evening, after getting home from work, Qin Yang grabbed a mop and, for the first time in forever, actually mopped the floor. He even took care of dinner, making three dishes and a soup for Xiaobai...
Mapo tofu, vegetarian-style fried pork slices, stir-fried greens...
Faced with the fragrant dishes, Xiaobai sat at the table holding her small bowl, her face a mask of utter confusion.
"???"
'What's going on?'
'Master actually cooked?'
'And he cooked for this Fairy!!'
"Master, do you have a fever...?"
Xiaobai pressed her small hand against Qin Yang's forehead, a worried look on her face. "We should still have some fever medicine at home. I'll go get it for you in a bit."
"It's nothing. Just relax and eat."
