Chapter 427: 425. Where are my dumplings? This statement was like a clap of thunder, and it shocked Bainian Xiang to quickly put down her chopsticks, her gaze on the Moonlight Dumplings changing from doubt to certainty.
"There’s definitely something wrong with this Spiritual Cuisine!"
She had never heard of any medicinal meal that could have instant effects.
"Master, are you alright?"
Calling out, Bainian Xiang rushed inside.
Compared to her agitation, Lin Kewu and the other two appeared much calmer after hearing Zi Ran’s voice, lightly laughing as they continued eating, while the Steward used the corner of his eye to peek through the window cracks inside. Wanyan and Lan Peng hurriedly peeked their heads, seemingly wanting to see what was happening, but were halted by Lin Kewu.
"Wanyan, Uncle Lan, there’s nothing to see. It should just be the Sect Leader’s Spiritual Cuisine taking effect." Lin Kewu had already stretched his hand and took Bainian Xiang’s bowl over.
Since she thought there was a problem.
He could only eat it for her.
"Wanyan, I’ll share some with you... once we return, it’s hard to get them."
"Junior Brother, I want some too." Yang Xi hurried over, ready to "split the loot."
"Alright... alright..." Having no choice, Lin Kewu reluctantly shared some with Yang Xi, making Yang Xi laugh continuously.
At this moment, Wanyan and Lan Peng retracted their gaze.
Sitting steadily.
Yang Xi beside them continued, "Actually, there’s no ailment that the Sect Leader’s dumplings can’t fix, Sister Wanyan, Uncle Lan. You all get used to it after watching for a while."
Wanyan instinctively asked, "Is the Sect Leader a Spiritual Cuisine Master?"
Lin Kewu replied, "Spiritual Cuisine Master... is just one of the Sect Leader’s identities, you’ll know when you follow us back to East Lake."
While Lin Kewu and others were chatting, the Cyan Bird perched on the rooftop also followed Bainian Xiang’s pace and flew down, landing at the window.
Wen Ping glanced at it, and it returned the gaze. But before he could use the system to observe its power, Bainian Xiang’s noisy voice came through.
"Master, I’ll fetch water! You should put down what’s in your hands..." saying this, she attempted to snatch the Jade Bowl from the blood-beaded hands of Zi Ran.
These blood beads, resembling the dew on morning leaves, appeared in patches. Yet, at this moment, they emerged from the pores in a sinister manner.
In stark contrast to the Moonlight Dumplings’ fragrance.
At this moment, Wen Ping’s voice echoed.
"Finish eating, then wash."
The energy from the Jianmu leaves was still expelling poison, and this moment should be spent eating rather than washing hands.
Zi Ran paused, turned her head, and picked up the Jade Bowl again, saying to Bainian Xiang, "Ah Xiang, help me serve... dumplings."
"Master, but your hand?"
"It’s fine... I feel my hand is improving, there’s no issue." The red blood beads emerging gave her hand a sense of lightness.
Naturally, this lightness doesn’t mean her hand became lighter.
But a release.
A release of inner pressure and frustration.
She could clearly feel a stream of energy roaming through her arms, making her hands alternately cold and warm. Later, it spread all over her body, reaching her mind—changing the scope and frequency, speed of her hand shaking significantly.
Certainly, this change is subtle.
But it at least symbolizes hope.
Bainian Xiang, after hearing this, breathed a sigh of relief, "Master, you scared me. I thought there was something wrong with the Spiritual Cuisine. I’ll serve you now."
With that, Bainian Xiang hurriedly carried the Jade Bowl and started serving the Moonlight Dumplings.
One scoop.
Two scoops.
By the third scoop, the pot was empty.
However, at this moment, the Jade Bowl was full.
"Master, that’s all there is."
"Enough... put it on the square table."
Saying this, Zi Ran immediately headed toward the table, already holding a pair of wooden chopsticks—never before had she wanted to eat something by herself so much.
"Master Zi Ran, remember to drink the soup too."
"Got it."
Zi Ran hastily responded, then moved to grab dumplings from the bowl.
Shake, still!
Picked up, it soon fell.
But Zi Ran was undeterred.
"Master, let me help you." Bainian Xiang picked up a new pair of chopsticks to help Zi Ran pick dumplings but was pressed down by Zi Ran’s chopstick.