Mu Anxiao breathed a sigh of relief.
Shen Yan opened the door, stepped back half a pace, and looked at Mu Anxiao. "Still standing there? Come over," he beckoned her.
Mu Anxiao glanced at the maidservant standing at the door, replied with a "fine," and walked to the maidservant. "Leave it to me," she said, reaching for the tray.
The maidservant shook her head. "No, my lady said you're not allowed to do any work."
"You listen to your young lady," Mu Anxiao said, seizing the edge of the tray. "I listen to my young master. Give it to me quickly."
"Servant..."
"What servant? Hurry up, be obedient," Mu Anxiao said impatiently.
The maidservant cautiously glanced at Shen Yan, who stood behind Mu Anxiao with a cold expression, and reluctantly let go.
"Alright."
Mu Anxiao easily took the tray and stepped back. "There, you can go now."
"My lady said she will come over later."
Mu Anxiao glanced at Shen Yan and said, "Go back and tell your young lady that we've been walking all day and will rest after eating. Oh," she thought for a moment, "tell me where the kitchen is, and I'll return the dishes tomorrow morning."
"Forgive me, I cannot convey your words," the maidservant said, then turned and walked away.
Mu Anxiao was stunned and turned to Shen Yan. "What does she mean by that?"
"Aren't you hungry?" Shen Yan, too lazy to answer Mu Anxiao's question, turned and walked to the square table.
Mu Anxiao glanced at Shen Yan and stepped forward. Just as she was about to use her foot to close the door, Shen Yan said, "Put this down before you close it."
"I won't," Mu Anxiao said. As her toes touched the door, a boy of fifteen or sixteen, dressed in a pale pink daoist robe, suddenly appeared. "Our door is not closed like this."
Mu Anxiao's hand trembled, and a bit of the congee spilled from the bowl.
"What a shame," she said, staring at the white congee spilled on the tray.
"Did you hear what I said?"
Mu Anxiao withdrew her foot, annoyed. "Why are there so many rules about your doors? I'm holding things. Should I close it with my head?"
"You are offending the spirits," the boy of fifteen or sixteen said sternly.
"Spirits?" Mu Anxiao repeated, pointing at the door. "You mean this is a spirit?"
"Yes," the boy of fifteen or sixteen nodded.
Mu Anxiao's lips twitched. "Little brother, are you kidding me?"
"He's not kidding you."
The moment the female voice spoke, Mu Anxiao frowned.
"Are you the door?" she asked uncertainly, not knowing where the voice came from.
"I am not the door," the female voice said again. The next second, a woman in white with disheveled hair slowly appeared before Mu Anxiao. "I am the spirit of the wooden door in this immortal cultivation sect. I have been cultivating in this room's door recently. If you touch it with your foot..."
"Then isn't touching it with your hand also a touch?"
"I don't like people kicking my home," the woman in white with disheveled hair said with a smile.
"Then I don't like opening doors with my hands either," Mu Anxiao deliberately argued.
The woman in white with disheveled hair looked at the boy of fifteen or sixteen behind her. "Thank you for stopping this brat. I'll handle the rest. You can go."
The boy nodded. "Okay." He then turned and left.
Mu Anxiao peeked at the retreating figure of the boy of fifteen or sixteen and looked back at the woman in white with disheveled hair. "How are you going to deal with me?"
"Kneel," the woman in white with disheveled hair commanded sternly.