"No, how many times do I have to tell you, Yun Hao isn't my partner."
I stepped back from Zhang Shuying and kept my distance, feeling deeply that Zhang Shuying couldn't understand human speech, "If you annoy me again, I will drug the food and poison you all."
Zhang Shuying had a look of disbelief, "You've already told me, how can you still poison us?"
"Anyway, if you're that idle, go grind the beans I soaked last night." I was cooking porridge in a clay pot and had also soaked some beans the night before.
This way, I could grind them into soy milk in the morning, adding some pickled radishes and boiled eggs.
It would make breakfast more fulfilling with more options available.
Zhang Shuying went to grind the beans, wearing a simple gray Taoist robe.
For convenience, he had tucked half of his sleeves into his belt, which gave him a look reminiscent of how Tibetans dressed.
As the soybeans were ground, a clean fragrance of cracked beans filled the kitchen.
