Chu Qianli was still struggling to calm down.
Wu Chenzi was indeed alive, found by Feng Wuya, and was now right in front of her.
He wasn't some decrepit old man, but a young man of only thirty-two years old.
What's more, this thirty-two-year-old man, due to his long years of seclusion, looked like he was only twenty-five or twenty-six.
To say more, he was truly... truly handsome, the kind of man with extreme charm...
Never mind, she retracted that thought. It was time to talk business.
Yes, back to business, her face could actually be changed back.
...So much information.
Her mind was a mess.
For a moment, she still couldn't quite accept it.
Feng Dingchu stared at her for a good while, then suddenly said, "You want to cook for me?"
...Chu Qianli didn't know how to cook anything. But hot pot? She was an expert.
Seeing the items she "moved" out after hiding, a strange glint flashed in Feng Dingchu's eyes.
It seemed he was contemplating something.
"I didn't really intend to hide it from you. What is there that a master like you doesn't know in this world, right?"
Chu Qianli wiped the sweat from her forehead. It was strange, in the middle of winter, to be sweating.
"I was just afraid that if I suddenly brought it out, it would startle you."
"Mmm," Feng Dingchu nodded, surprisingly saying nothing more.
So, he actually knew about the Qiankun Chain, didn't he?
But did he have any other understanding of the Qiankun Chain? She felt like he was thinking about something.
"What are you thinking about?" Feng Dingchu's voice abruptly pulled her thoughts back.
However, he didn't seem to care much about what she was thinking.
His gaze fell on the pot of bright red soup: "Is this edible?"
As the soup base simmered and thickened, the pungent smell almost made him sneeze.
But he was a master. Sneezing from a pot of soup in front of the little girl seemed rather embarrassing.
Feng Dingchu endured it with all his might.
"It's definitely edible... but I ate it yesterday, and eating it again now makes me feel a bit overheated."
Chu Qianli, from somewhere, produced a blanket and wrapped herself in it.
Despite the sweat, she was still a bit cold.
The sweat was from the spicy fumes, but the cold... was real.
Today was Lunar New Year's Eve.
At noon, even with the sun, it was still bitterly cold.
Feng Dingchu glanced at the blanket on her, shifted his position, and sat down not far from her.
Instantly, he blocked most of the cold wind blowing towards her.
Chu Qianli's heart trembled slightly. This master was so considerate.
"Try it," she said, pushing a pair of chopsticks into his hand.
Feng Dingchu looked at the so-called "dishes" on the table, his brow furrowed: "...Eat raw?"
"Don't you have this way of eating, hot pot, here?"
Perhaps it was a different era, with different dining customs. Chu Qianli dropped the lamb slices into the pot and stirred them with the serving chopsticks.
A moment later, she picked up a piece and placed it in his bowl: "Sir, try?"
Feng Dingchu felt a sense of resistance.
However, although the smell was pungent, it also seemed quite fragrant...
Finally, he picked up the chopsticks, scooped up a piece, and put it in his mouth.
"...Hachoo!"
"Hachoo, hachoo, hachoo..."
"Sir, do you have rhinitis?" She couldn't believe it!
Could a reclusive master also have rhinitis? It was too unbelievable!
Feng Dingchu glanced at her, wanting to say something, but in the end, it was replaced by a series of "hachoo."
"Hachoo, hachoo, ha..."