Feng Fuce was wearing a dark robe.
His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his strong and slender arms.
At that mont, he held half a napa cabbage in his left hand and a kitchen knife in his right hand.
He seed to be quite flustered after coming out.
Feng Fuce had just heard Bai Zhi’er’s startled cry, thinking she was in trouble and needed help.
So without thinking much, he imdiately ca out of the kitchen.
Bai Zhi’er was stunned: "What are you doing here?"
Feng Fuce frowned: "I ca to apologize, what about you?"
"I..." Bai Zhi’er was too embarrassed to say.
She pretended to be tough: "You, you ca to apologize, why are you holding a kitchen knife!"
Mo Yanchi smiled and explained: "I’m cultivating Marquis Wan Zong’s patience, and since we haven’t had dinner yet, I asked him to try making a couple of dishes."
Bai Zhi’er was speechless.
The teacher was casually ordering Brother Ce around.
Bai Zhi’er realized that what she had just said was overheard by Feng Fuce.
She was blushing deeply with embarrassnt, feeling very awkward.
"Then... then I’m leaving." Bai Zhi’er silently said.
However, Feng Fuce suddenly asked in a cold voice: "Are you coming to the kitchen to help ?"
Bai Zhi’er’s bright black eyes looked at him, paused for a mont, and then said: "Okay."
The two of them went to the kitchen together.
Mo Yanchi hurriedly followed: "Oh dear little disciple, you’ve never handled a knife, just let Marquis do it alone."
Qingi pulled on Mo Yanchi and pushed him in the opposite direction.
"Master Mo, don’t worry, although the Princess was raised pampered by the Emperor, she isn’t completely helpless, co on, co with to wait in front."
In the kitchen.
Bai Zhi’er saw that Feng Fuce had already chopped all the vegetables.
"You can cook? How co I didn’t know?" She was sowhat surprised.
After all these years, she had never seen Feng Fuce in the kitchen!
Feng Fuce’s profile was cold, his tone calm: "I haven’t cooked before, so Mo Yanchi said I could only apologize by trying sothing I’ve never done."
Bai Zhi’er felt sowhat sorry for him.
She muttered to herself: "The teacher is quite tricky, yet you still agreed to this task..."
Bai Zhi’er blinked her long lashes: "I’ll help you, what else needs to be done?"
Feng Fuce looked around.
He said: "Can you start the fire?"
"That’s not hard at all!" Bai Zhi’er imdiately walked to the stove, squatted down, and began organizing the firewood.
Feng Fuce watched her seriously organizing, and his deep, dark eyes couldn’t help but flicker slightly.
As he chopped the cabbage, he lightly asked: "Why did you co here?"
Bai Zhi’er lowered her head: "You left so quickly, I didn’t have a chance to discuss this properly with you."
Feng Fuce chuckled: "If I hadn’t left, you would have thrown a tantrum and left yourself. Instead of letting you run around, it’s easier if I co myself."
Bai Zhi’er paused her movents, pouting: "I was going to ask you why you went to apologize to Sister Youzhen and the others."
"Didn’t you say favoritism was wrong? So I apologized to them, admitting I favor you and used so ans." He said calmly.
Bai Zhi’er lit the dry wood in her hand, pausing involuntarily.
Soon, she heard Feng Fuce’s calm and composed voice.
"This way, whatever I do in the future, I can do it openly without using today’s hurtful tactics."
"Even though you were angry, I still want to say, wherever you are, I will always side with you unconditionally. At least, I won’t use bad thods again."
The dry wood in Bai Zhi’er’s hand was burning brightly, and she forgot to put it into the stove.
Holding it like that, she opened her bright eyes wide.
For so reason, her heart was racing, and her face felt hot.
As she didn’t respond, Feng Fuce glanced back at her.
Suddenly, his expression changed: "Bai Zhi’er!"
Feng Fuce swiftly ca over and pulled the burning kindling from her hand.
He imdiately took her to the water jar and dipped her burning sleeve in.
With a sizzling sound, the fire was out, leaving two big holes in the sleeve.
Bai Zhi’er finally ca to her senses.
"Ah?! How did my sleeve catch fire?!"
Feng Fuce was very worried, rolling up her sleeve to check: "Are you hurt?"
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