I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! Chapter 373 Cooking Rice? No, I Am Forging a Soul Consuming

Though Su Muyao tried to maintain her composure, the faint flush on her cheeks betrayed her emotions.

anwhile, Lin Feng also looked at her and was excited for the erotic feast that would co later.

The way she stood there, poised and elegant beneath the soft light, made her seem almost unreal.

"This will be a good day for ," he mused inwardly, a flicker of anticipation rising in his chest as his gaze lingered on her delicate features and graceful figure.

"ntor Lin Feng, please co in," Su Muyao said softly, her fingers unconsciously tightening around her sleeves as she tried to suppress the faint tremor in her voice.

Though she appeared composed on the surface, her heart was anything but calm.

The mont she saw him standing there, tall and composed as ever, it felt as though her heartbeat had lost all rhythm.

She had prepared herself countless tis for this eting, yet none of that preparation seed to matter now that he was truly before her again.

Is she also Master Lin Feng’s woman? Tang Aining wondered inwardly, her sharp gaze sweeping over Su Muyao in a single glance.

Having lived for thousands of years, she had long since grown adept at reading people.

The obvious nervousness, the brightness in her eyes, the way her attention unconsciously lingered on Lin Feng... these were all signs she knew far too well.

It was the look of a woman who had already given her heart away.

Master Lin Feng truly is extraordinary... so many won are drawn to him, Yun Wanqing mused silently.

Although this was her first ti eting Su Muyao, she quickly ca to the sa conclusion as her sect sister.

There was sothing unspoken yet undeniable between the two.

The air was filled with carnal energy.

It was not sothing that needed words... it was present in every glance, every small movent, every breath.

Su Muyao tucked a strand of her golden hair behind her ear, a gesture both graceful and slightly flustered, before stepping aside to welco them properly.

"Please, all of you, co in."

Lin Feng nodded faintly, his expression calm as always, and entered as though he had done so countless tis before.

The two won followed behind him, their eyes quietly observing everything without missing a detail.

Before long, the group was seated.

The table had already been prepared with care... simple dishes, yet arranged with an elegance that revealed the effort behind them.

Steam rose gently from the food, carrying a warm and inviting aroma through the room.

Lin Feng briefly introduced Tang Aining and Yun Wanqing, his tone casual, as if such introductions were nothing out of the ordinary.

Su Muyao greeted them politely, though her attention would occasionally drift back to him without her realizing it.

As they began to eat, a quiet yet harmonious atmosphere settled over the table.

This had long beco a routine for Su Muyao.

Every afternoon, without fail, she would prepare everything in advance, waiting for Lin Feng’s arrival.

Even during the past few days when he had not co, she still maintained that sa habit.

The food would be ready, the table set yet in the end, she would sit alone.

And still, she never complained.

Not once.

To her, waiting was not a burden. It was sothing she accepted willingly, even gladly.

As long as there was the possibility that he would co, that was enough.

Like a devoted and faithful wife, she waited quietly, her heart steady and unwavering, never questioning, never asking for more.

Now that he was here again, everything felt worth it.

Even if it was only a simple al shared together, for Su Muyao, it was already more than enough.

"Thank you, Lady Su. That was delicious," Lin Feng said calmly as he set his chopsticks aside and rose to his feet.

He ate for one whole hour nonstop.

His movents were unhurried, yet carried a natural authority that drew everyone’s attention.

"I suppose it’s ti we discuss the lesson plan I have in mind for Wanwan’s education at the academy."

For a brief mont, the room seed to fall into a strange silence.

Su Muyao froze where she sat, her mind going blank before a wave of heat rushed to her face.

A deep blush blood across her cheeks, spreading all the way to the tips of her ears.

She had not expected him to say it so directly nor at such a mont.

Especially not in front of them... his many other won.

Her gaze flickered, almost involuntarily, toward Tang Aining and Yun Wanqing, lingering for the briefest mont before shifting further.

It passed over the others as well... Li Zhiyan, Ning Xi, and Ye Jian... each of them present, each of them watching in their own way.

The won remained composed, yet their eyes held a trace of aning that made Su Muyao’s heart skip.

With their experience and insight, how could they possibly take Lin Feng’s words at face value?

Discussing a lesson plan sounded far too convenient... far too familiar.

Anyone with even a little awareness would suspect otherwise.

He... he’s too direct, Su Muyao thought.

A mixture of embarrassnt and anticipation welled up within her, making it difficult to steady herself.

Yet outwardly, she maintained her grace.

Taking a slow breath, she stood up as well, smoothing out her clothes in a subtle attempt to regain composure.

Her golden hair fell softly over her shoulders, framing her flushed face as she lowered her gaze to hide her expression.

"Of course... thank you for your concern, ntor Lin Feng," she replied, her voice gentle, though it carried a faint, uncontrollable tremble. "Wanwan’s education is indeed important. Please... follow ."

She turned before anyone could see the depth of her embarrassnt, stepping forward to lead the way.

The mont she did, she could feel it... those gazes.

They lingered on her back, light yet impossible to ignore.

Whether it was curiosity, quiet amusent, or silent understanding, she dared not look back to confirm.