"Sister Yunxi, what’s wrong?"
Pei Yunxi’s uncontrolled voice reached the dining room, attracting the attention of the Martial Saint.
Seeing the flustered Pei Yunxi, he cautiously asked.
To the Martial Saint, Pei Yunxi was undoubtedly an idol, a goddess, an untouchable celestial being, but over ti, the feeling of distance slowly faded.
Of course.
The reverence remained.
Looking at the curious and puzzled Martial Saint, Pei Yunxi composed herself, but her slender fingers still involuntarily tightened, causing the freshly dated dical report to crumple again.
She took a light breath and instantly regained her calm.
"It’s nothing."
Her acting skills were indeed remarkable, reaching a level of perfect control, but the Martial Saint was so adept at reading expressions that he had already keenly noticed the crumpled paper ball in her hand.
What could make Sister Yunxi so excited?
He couldn’t help but wonder, but unlike an average young man, even if his heart was racing with curiosity, he kept a calm exterior, casually replying, "Then Sister Yunxi, let’s eat."
"Mm."
The color on Pei Yunxi’s face faded visibly, restoring her delicate, porcelain-like complexion.
She didn’t head to the dining room imdiately but first walked to the trash bin to dispose of the "garbage" in her hand.
The Martial Saint stood there politely waiting, and as Pei Yunxi passed by, he seized the opportunity to quickly dash to the trash bin, retrieve the crumpled paper, and without wasting a second, unfolded it.
"Oh my gosh!"
Even though it was creased, the content wasn’t hard to read. After a quick glance, the Martial Saint felt a twitch in his face, unable to focus on the details. His intelligence showed in his swift thinking and instinctual reaction; he knew ti was tight, so he quickly took out his phone, snapped a photo of the report, saved it, then crumpled the paper back to its original state and tossed it back into the bin.
When he returned to the dining room, feigning nothing happened, his esteed Brother Jiang Chen was already sipping black chicken soup.
"Did you make this yourself? Not ordered?"
"Mm."
The hardworking Daoist Sister nodded, without complaining of the effort.
"It’s comparable to a five-star chef."
Jiang Chen generously praised, taking another big sip.
He indeed needed the nourishnt.
There’s only gain, no harm.
The Martial Saint unobtrusively took his seat without speaking but kept his eyes fixed on Jiang Chen.
Though he hadn’t seen everything clearly before, he understood what kind of dical report it was.
He felt an imnse heaviness in his heart.
Oh heavens!
Why must such misfortune befall Brother Jiang Chen?
"What are you staring at for? Eat."
Jiang Chen noticed the Martial Saint’s gaze.
"Oh, eating."
The Martial Saint imdiately replied, yet ultimately, his youthful inexperience betrayed him; as he served himself, he couldn’t help but fumble.
Fortunately, Jiang Chen didn’t pay much attention to him.
In truth, it wasn’t just the Martial Saint; another person was also intently watching the man of the house.
"Serve so for Sister Yunxi too."
Jiang Chen instructed when he noticed.
"No need, I’ll get it myself."
Pei Yunxi demonstrated why she was regarded as a breath of fresh air in the entertainnt circle, refusing help from the Martial Saint and having earlier even helped in the kitchen voluntarily.
Of course.
Whether she was actually of help or a hindrance, the Daoist Sister wouldn’t say, but at least her intention was good.
"Which dish did you make?"
Jiang Chen insensitively asked the awkward question.
Pei Yunxi remained silent, her gaze becoming even more vivid as though it were an invisible blade, rusted and giving tetanus to those it struck.
"So you weren’t helping, but learning?"
Jiang Chen’s thick skin remained unscathed by Pei Yunxi’s sharp look as he drank the soup and laughed, "Even though you’re experienced, tuition is still due."
Is this how you treat a guest?
Aren’t you afraid they’ll never co back?
"Big Brother, does Sister Yunxi have to cook herself?"
The Martial Saint had to diate the atmosphere, despite his restless heart, knowing this al - no, this household - would fall apart without him.
"Sister Yunxi, have so soup."
"Mm, the soup tastes really good."
Jiang Chen concurred, giving heaps of praise to the Daoist Sister’s culinary skills.
"Have so more."
Pei Yunxi said with added aning, amazed that he would actually go to the hospital for such a checkup; her earlier remark was purely sarcastic.
Wait.
What did the figures on that report an?
Was there a problem or not?
This wasn’t the right setting to ask, but judging by his hearty eating and drinking, it couldn’t be too serious, could it?
One had to admit, Pei Yunxi’s logical reasoning was quite efficient. Not only was she rational and calm, but the inexperienced Martial Saint lacked such capabilities, thinking only of the photo of the report he had snapped as he listlessly ate.
To him, this wasn’t just soone to learn from, but a potential future brother-in-law; if that function had an issue, it would be a serious problem.
Is fate truly so cruel?
Finally a man caught his sister’s eye and entered their ho, only to be infertile?
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