Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 839 - 838: The Reclusive Master, Quite Considerate a

Chu Qianli was still sowhat unable to calm down.

Wu Chenzi was really still alive, found by Feng Wuya, and now, he was right in front of her.

He wasn’t any decrepit old man, but rather a young man of just thirty-two years old.

Particularly, this thirty-two-year-old man, due to having lived in seclusion for many years, looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six.

And to add one more thing, he really... really really was handso, the type of man with extre charm...

Forget it, she should disregard that last comnt—it wasn’t the ti for such thoughts.

Well, getting back to business, it seed her face really could be switched back.

...So much information.

Her mind was a chaotic ss.

For a mont, she found it a bit hard to accept.

Feng Dingchu stared at her for a good while before suddenly asking, "You’re going to cook for ?"

...Cooking? Chu Qianli? She didn’t know much about cooking, but hotpot—she was quite skilled at that.

After she hid away, the items she "carried out" made Feng Dingchu’s eyes flash with a hint of peculiarity.

It looked like he was considering sothing.

"It’s not that I really wanted to hide it from you, but with a grandmaster like you, is there anything under the heavens you don’t know, right?"

Chu Qianli wiped the sweat from her forehead, feeling strange that she would sweat on such a cold day.

"It’s just that, I was afraid it might startle you if I suddenly brought it out."

"Hmm," Feng Dingchu nodded, but surprisingly, he didn’t say much.

So, he actually knew about the Universe Chain too, right?

But did he have any particular knowledge about the Universe Chain? She always felt that he was pondering sothing.

"What are you thinking?" Feng Dingchu’s voice abruptly pulled her back to reality.

However, it seed he wasn’t all that concerned about what she was thinking.

His gaze fell on the pot of bright red soup: "Can this even be eaten?"

As the soup base boiled down and thickened, the pungent sll nearly made him sneeze.

Yet, as a highly skilled personage, it felt rather embarrassing to be on the verge of sneezing from a pot of soup in front of a young girl.

Feng Dingchu struggled to hold it back.

"Absolutely edible... It’s just that I had so yesterday, and eating it again now, I feel like it’s making a bit overheated."

Chu Qianli sohow procured a blanket and wrapped herself up in it.

Although she was sweating, she was actually still a little cold.

The sweating was induced by the spicy aroma, and as for the cold... it was genuinely cold.

Today was New Year’s Eve.

In the midday, even with the sun out, it was very cold.

Feng Dingchu glanced at the blanket over her, then moved to sit not far beside her.

Suddenly, he blocked most of the chilly wind blowing against her.

Chu Qianli’s heart quivered slightly; this esteed figure was unexpectedly considerate.

"Give it a try." She handed a pair of chopsticks to him.

Feng Dingchu, looking at the so-called "dishes" on the table, was puzzled: "...Eat it raw?"

"You don’t have hotpot in this place?"

Perhaps it was the difference in eras, the eating habits varied, so Chu Qianli threw so slices of lamb into the pot and stirred them with the serving chopsticks.

After a short while, she placed them into his bowl: "Sir, would you give it a try?"

Feng Dingchu internally resisted.

However, although the scent was sharp, it also seed quite fragrant...

He finally picked up the chopsticks and took a bite.

"...Achoo!"

"Achoo achoo achoo..."

"Sir, do you have a cold?" she could hardly believe it!

That a reclusive grandmaster could have a cold was just inconceivable!

Feng Dingchu looked at her, intending to say sothing, but in the end, a series of "achoo" replaced whatever he might have said.

"Achoo, achoo, ah..."