Chapter 43.2

Can I Practice Here? (2)

Once her magic power was replenished, Ji Qingzhou retracted her hand. Her fingers flexed and curled into her sleeves.

“Let me take you to dinner.” Shen Rongyu led her to the Burial Snow Sword.

Ji Qingzhou lowered her head, feeling depressed, but Shen Rongyu couldn’t understand her current mood.

Since they were spirit beasts, they had their own masters, so there was no need for her to remember Bingshuang. Once separated, the memories of those spirit beasts were like the ice sculptures on the Snow Lake that would slowly melt under the sun.

So Shen Rongyu asked her, “Do you like it?”

“Which one?” Ji Qingzhou answered him with a puzzled tone.

“Profound Frost Beast.” Shen Rongyu told her that he was wondering why she had to hug Bingshuang again in the end, which delayed her from breaking his previous record.

Shen Rongyu didn’t do his best in the Beast Mastery Class assessment that year, so he didn’t mind if his record was broken by Ji Qingzhou.

“I like her,” Ji Qingzhou answered honestly, “But she’s not mine.”

“Since she’s not yours, you’d better ask for it.” Faced with this kind of thing, Shen Rongyu’s thinking was simpler than hers.

“She’s Elder Qu’s spirit beast.” Ji Qingzhou had borne this in mind from beginning to end.

She knew that on this topic, Shen Rongyu and her thinking couldn’t be on the same level, so she changed the topic.

“Xiao Yu-shixiong, I’m hungry,” she stood on tiptoe and said, looking at Mingxin Lake in the distance.

“I’ll take you there.” Shen Rongyu sighed softly.

He didn’t want to wait for Ji Qingzhou today. It was for no other reason than he just didn’t want to, just like last night when his sword blade conceived her outline.

But when Ji Qingzhou stood alone in the middle of the Snow Lake, she looked very lonely. She was afraid of the crowd, so it was only after the crowd dispersed that she relaxed.

It was noon now, and Elder Qiao Shu only left some steamed buns in the kitchen, stuffed with vegetable vermicelli. He was busy with his own flowers and plants, so he let Ji Qingzhou enter and eat the steamed buns by herself.

Ji Qingzhou walked into the kitchen, and Shen Rongyu even followed.

“Xiao Yu-shixiong, do you want to eat too?” Ji Qingzhou asked him with her back to him.

Of course Shen Rongyu wasn’t going to eat. He just wanted to watch Ji Qingzhou. She was much more interesting than Elder Qiao Shu’s touch-me-not.

He shook his head.

So Ji Qingzhou took two from the plate, broke them and prepared to stuff them into her mouth. She couldn’t cook or make a fire, so she made do with the cold steamed buns.

As a result, Shen Rongyu stopped her hand: “Do you eat cold?”

Ji Qingzhou nodded: “I’m too hungry.”

Shen Rongyu had no idea how to cook either. He had never touched things with a mortal vibe, but he still brought the plate of steamed buns and said to Ji Qingzhou, “I’ll heat them for you.”

“Okay.” Ji Qingzhou put the vegetable buns she broke back on the plate.

Shen Rongyu performed a simple fire trick under the stove, which Ji Qingzhou had also learned in the Magic Class.

The flame was raging under the stove, and the water in the pot gradually heated up. Shen Rongyu put the steamed buns into the pot.

Ji Qingzhou was curious about what Shen Rongyu could do, so she put her hands on her knees and sat obediently at the table waiting for him to heat the buns.

Wherever Shen Rongyu’s hand stretched out, her eyes shifted. When Shen Rongyu was free, he glanced sideways at her, causing Ji Qingzhou to panic and avert her gaze.

“Hungry?” Shen Rongyu asked.

“No,” Ji Qingzhou denied. She felt that her stomach wasn’t growling now, which meant she wasn’t hungry anymore.

But as soon as she finished speaking, her stomach growled.

Ji Qingzhou quickly covered her stomach.

Shen Rongyu didn’t speak, because he knew that if he made fun of Ji Qingzhou again, the wood would run out of shame.

Ji Qingzhou saw that Shen Rongyu didn’t respond, and was still controlling the strength of the flames in the stove normally. Fortunately. She felt that he hadn’t heard the sound of her stomach growling just now.

Shen Rongyu had seen Elder Qiao Shu’s hot dishes before, so he followed suit and did not fail. Soon, hot steam billowed out, and the cold buns in the pot turned soft and delicious.

He took the steamed buns out of the pot with an invisible steam between his hands and the plate. You would inevitably get smeared with a bit of coal ash when working in the kitchen, but not a particle of dust stained him. He could do anything smoothly and effortlessly.

Shen Rongyu put a plate of steamed buns in front of Ji Qingzhou: “Zhouzhou, eat them.”

Ji Qingzhou couldn’t help it anymore. She was so ravenous that she felt dizzy, so she raised her hand and was about to grab one, but she forgot that the steamed buns were hot.

The moment her fingertips touched the soft bun skin, her hand felt the scorching heat and she shrank back.

Ji Qingzhou stuffed her hot fingers in her mouth to relieve herself, and turned around to get chopsticks. She had done too many stupid things, so she didn’t think there was any problem with it.

Of course, in Shen Rongyu’s view, she was too unreliable.