The scene from beginning to end left Xu Hu Zhe in a strange state of mind, but still he did his best to assist his master as he cooked.
It was similar to witnessing Xu Feng's interactions with Xuan Yang, but amplified to a degree that was almost unbearable. This wasn't Xuan Yang; it was an ancient specter who bore a striking resemblance to the young master, yet exuded a chilling aura that made the experience all the more daunting for Xu Hu Zhe.
It was…SO MUCH WORSE! This really wasn't Xuan Yang.
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As the preparation of the feast continued, with Xu Feng's undivided attention on the mouthwatering dishes being cooked was a beacon of its own.
In Xu Hu Zhe's eyes, this was clearly a pregnant ger. Pregnant and fearless. Pregnant and shameless.
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