The maid escorted Xia Yu away, and after a few minutes of silence in the tea house, Xingping Chuangzhen finally broke the atmosphere.
"Ahaha, I want to take a bath too!"
Xingping Chuangzhen rubbed his head, sniffing the slight sweat on his body and frowned. It must be said that chefs are very sensitive to foreign smells.
Tiqie Eriina glanced at him, "The mansion doesn't have spare clothes for you to change into."
Xingping Chuangzhen could only offer a sheepish smile.
No one touched the roast suckling pig on the table, and soon, after a shower and changing his clothes, Xia Yu returned, his footsteps clacking pleasantly against the floor in a new pair of wooden clogs.
