"You made me think of something else." Ji Zhao suddenly raised her eyebrows and said with a bright smile.
"All ears?"
"As long as one's martial arts skills are deep enough to grind an iron pestle into a needle!" Ji Zhao's gaze inadvertently swept past him before finally looking away shyly.
At that moment, she actually misunderstood—
"Why is your face so red all of a sudden?" Shen Yao asked with a frown when he inadvertently caught a glimpse of her slightly red face. "Do you have a fever?"
During this period of time, Ji Zhao had lost a lot of weight in order to manage Old Master Ji's funeral.
Shen Yao even felt that if a wind blew now, it would probably blow Ji Zhao away.
"No…" Ji Zhao quickly changed the topic. "Didn't Mother come with you?"
"Mother asked me to send food to the two of you." Shen Yao pointed at the food box placed near the shrine platform and said softly, "Also, Mother wants you to go back later."
"Okay!"
