Mu Anxiao continued to gaze calmly at Xi'er, saying, "I am a person who likes to eat, and it is always daytime here. Naturally, my eating times have no fixed schedule. Do you mean," she smiled, "you are going to get me a personal chef to cook for me at any time?"
"Can you cook?" Xi'er asked.
Mu Anxiao revealed a mysterious smile.
Seeing this, Xi'er was confused. "What do you mean by that?"
Mu Anxiao shrugged her shoulders. "No, but I think the wolf demon probably can." She recalled the wolf demon's wontons.
"You want the wolf demon to cook for you?" Xi'er was surprised. She hadn't expected… the wolf demon and Mu Anxiao's relationship to be this good.
"Yes," Mu Anxiao replied without hesitation.
Xi'er snorted, "It's really like a tiger falling into a pit being bullied by dogs. If I remember correctly," she glanced at Mu Anxiao's dirty face, her smile becoming even more unrestrained, "you and that wolf demon seem to have an irreconcilable enmity, right? How come your relationship is so good now? Tsk tsk, I bet he feels wronged."
"You haven't answered my question yet," Mu Anxiao said, completely unfazed by Xi'er's mockery.
Xi'er continued to smile, "Don't worry, there's everything inside. If anything is missing, I will send people to deliver it. Usually, you should go out less."
"Why?"
"Because the master said that you are not allowed to move around freely in this place," Xi'er said indifferently.
Upon hearing this, Mu Anxiao's heart sank. She said, "So, I don't have any freedom then."
"In the future, I will specially bring a master to teach you the rules here, and those masters will also come here to teach you the way of cultivating demonic arts," Xi'er paused and continued, "Since you want the wolf demon to cook for you, then everything will be entrusted to him."
"There really is a kitchen," Mu Anxiao said, feigning surprise and deliberately ignoring everything Xi'er had said before.
"Yes," Xi'er replied with a single word. She was speechless towards Mu Anxiao.
"That's good, you can go now," Mu Anxiao said, turning around and raising her hand to knock on the door.
Seeing this, Xi'er quickly reached out and grabbed Mu Anxiao's wrist, saying, "This door is not something you can just touch."
"Why can't I touch it?" Mu Anxiao felt deeply unconvinced and turned to stare at Xi'er.
Xi'er was still holding Mu Anxiao's wrist and was about to explain when Song Xi spoke for her, "This is a golden door. If you touch it, my wife will be very heartbroken."
"A golden door, how luxurious," Mu Anxiao said, glancing at Song Xi's face before turning back to stare at the courtyard gate.
Xi'er frowned, "You talk too much." She glared at Song Xi and then looked back at the usually greedy Mu Anxiao, warning, "If you dare to have any ideas about my door, I will definitely not spare you."
"Am I that kind of person?" Mu Anxiao asked, a smile playing on her lips as she looked at Xi'er.
Xi'er saw Mu Anxiao's inner delight and said, "This is the back door, you can't go through it. You can only go through the front door." After saying that, she lifted the hem of her skirt with one hand and pulled Mu Anxiao with the other, turning to walk in another direction.
Song Xi stood in place, watching Xi'er's unusual behavior. Then he glanced at the golden door in front of him and muttered, "Strange, I was just telling the truth. Wife… this is too abnormal." He then looked to the sides and still followed them.
The next moment, Mu Anxiao was pulled by Xi'er to a wooden door. "This is a normal door," Mu Anxiao said.
Xi'er let go of her hand. "If you dare to tamper with my golden door, I'll warn you, I'll unleash monsters to scare you."
"Monsters…" Mu Anxiao repeated, involuntarily recalling that year on the cliff… when Mu Xi's body was torn apart by monsters. Her eyes darkened, and she said, "My brother was killed by you just like that."
"It's good that you remember. If you don't want such a result, then obey my rules." Xi'er widened her eyes, intending to intimidate Mu Anxiao from the bottom of her heart.
Conversely, Mu Anxiao smiled.
Xi'er was taken aback at first glance. "What are you laughing at?"
Just then, Song Xi stopped beside them.
Mu Anxiao smiled again, then turned to look at Song Xi. "I haven't seen you before."
Song Xi frowned. "There's no need to say that. I haven't seen you either."
"Can I ask you a question?" Mu Anxiao completely ignored Xi'er and turned to Song Xi.
Song Xi's eyes flickered as he looked at Xi'er. "Wife…"
"I permit you to speak with her," Xi'er said. She thought it would be good for Mu Anxiao and Song Xi to talk more; this way, perhaps she could forget about the golden door.
Song Xi nodded and then looked back at Mu Anxiao. "Go ahead and ask." He raised his chin as if he had been relieved.
Mu Anxiao looked at Song Xi's henpecked appearance and couldn't help but smile. "You are truly a good husband," she said, deliberately glancing at Xi'er's face, and continued, "So, how did you two meet?" she asked, full of gossip.
Upon hearing Mu Anxiao say this, Xi'er's brows furrowed deeply.
Song Xi didn't find anything wrong with Mu Anxiao's question and answered truthfully, "The master introduced her to me."
"What did you do before?"
"I…"
"Mu Anxiao, is it interesting to be like this?" Xi'er sharply interrupted Mu Anxiao.
Song Xi shivered in fright.
On the contrary, Mu Anxiao knew that Xi'er would react this way after hearing her question. So she slightly raised the corner of her mouth and directly shifted her gaze to Xi'er's face. "I don't think I have a problem, what's wrong? Which of my words offended you?"
"My business with him has nothing to do with you," Xi'er said indifferently.
Mu Anxiao was unconcerned. "I didn't say it had anything to do with me. To be honest, I'm just curious, just like…" she pursed her lips, "it's the same reason you're curious about Feng Qishi and Gu Yan."
"You…"
"If you don't want me to continue asking, that's fine. Promise me you won't mention Feng Qishi in front of me anymore." Mu Anxiao deliberately brought up this topic because she had discovered from her conversation with Xi'er that her status beside Ouyang Ye was still higher than Gu Yan's. Therefore, Mu Anxiao had to pretend to dislike Feng Qishi in front of her. This way, she wouldn't mention Feng Qishi in front of Ouyang Ye.
"You hate Feng Qishi?" Xi'er took it seriously.
"Don't ask too much," Mu Anxiao said, glancing at Song Xi, who didn't understand women's affairs, and smiled faintly, "You two are very well-matched."
"Are you sure?" Song Xi replied nonchalantly.
"Yes," Mu Anxiao nodded, pointing at the wooden door, "Can I push the door open and go in now?"
"Don't you have anything else you want to say to me?" Xi'er asked as if she were still unsatisfied.
Mu Anxiao's lips curved. "No more. You two can leave." After saying that, she pushed the door open and, as soon as she walked in, closed it behind her with her hands behind her back.
Xi'er and Song Xi exchanged glances before they also left.