Today, Lin Chan is cooking black rice porridge for Lu Xun.
Little Mute's overall culinary talent is mediocre, incomparable to Lu Xun's, but she is indeed skilled at making porridge, be it sweet or savory, she manages both the taste and heat perfectly.
Lu Xun and her sat across from each other, quietly enjoying their porridge. He didn't say anything, just simply enjoying his disciple's care.
During the meal, he watched Lin Chan intently. At the end, Little Mute looked so embarrassed by his gaze that she bowed her head extremely low, almost burying it in the bowl.
"You look a lot healthier," Lu Xun said with a smile.
Clearly, with the growth of her cultivation base, and the help from her master last night, the strange illness that had plagued Lin Chan since childhood was gradually weakening. Now she started to sleep sweetly every night. Feeling more comfortable physically, even her appetite had somewhat improved compared to before.
