The next morning.

As soon as the east turned pale, Feng Wuchen's door was knocked again.

"Master Feng, it's time to get up and have breakfast!"

"coming!"

Feng Wuchen opened the door and saw Han Ying holding a dinner plate containing carefully made breakfast.

"How dare you bother Miss Han to go there in person? Just ask my servants to deliver it!"

"My servants are lazy. I'm afraid it will be cold by the time they bring it, so I'll bring it to you as soon as it's ready!"

Feng Wuchen was stunned: "This... was made by you yourself?"

"Hmm! Try it and see if it suits your taste?"

Feng Wuchen was a little flattered: "Miss Han... you don't have to do this for me..."

Han Ying pursed her red lips, but still mustered up the courage to say:

"Is there any problem? Although I am a monk, you are just a mortal. Since I have decided to live with you for a long time, I naturally have to adapt to your life. I can eat no grains and ignore the cold and heat, but you can't

!Maybe I can’t cover everything yet, but please give me more time..."

"Miss Han..."
Chapter completed!