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When Mo Xiyan brought the things back to her new residence, she found that Sang Nu was talking to Zhang Ye.

When the two of them saw her, they both stood up to welcome her.

Zhang Ye took the ingredients that she prepared as well as the game food and brought them to the kitchen.

Sang Nu turned his gaze back and forth on her with extreme disapproval.

"Cherish your face, you can't just rely on your young age to ignore everything."

Her words came out suddenly, causing Mo Xiyan to not be able to react for a while.

"Grandma, what do you mean? Why can't I understand it? "

"Look at what you're wearing, is it really suitable?"

Sang Nu stepped forward and pulled on her clothes, frowning, "You aren't even looking, it's already snowing here, and yet you're still wearing a simple shirt."

So this was the reason?

Mo Xiyan sighed lightly. While she was moved by Sang Nu's concern, he also felt a little helpless.

One must know that in the past, what kind of environment had he not experienced before?

That era was a time where supplies were scarce. It could be said that those who experienced that disaster would be much stronger than those who had never experienced it before.

Not to mention Adepts like her.

But she could not tell these to the Sang Nu.

It wasn't because she didn't trust him, but because she didn't know where to start.

Furthermore, even if she did say it, Sang Nu might not be able to understand the meaning behind her words.

Furthermore, she was not considered a true beast.

Thinking up to here, Mo Xiyan stepped forward, held onto Sang Nu with a smile, and said, "Don't you see that I'm also fine? "It can be seen that I'm really not cold …"

"Right now, you are indeed fine, but when you are really sick and have reached the root of your illness, it will be too late for regret."

Sang Nu interrupted her and said sincerely, "Listen to me, quickly go and get some clothes. Even if you're not cold, you have to get some."

Sang Nu was too persistent.

Mo Xiyan helplessly shook his head, "Grandma, I'm really fine. If it's cold, I promise I'll immediately put on some clothes, okay?"

"Can't." Sang Nu insisted, "At least change this into cotton clothes."

She pulled at the hem of Mo Xiyan's outer garment, and said in a deep voice, "If you didn't have the cotton-padded jacket, Granny would have had it."

Since the words had come to this, even if Mo Xiyan did not accept it, she reckoned that it was impossible.

She couldn't help but sigh, "Yes, I'll go in and change now. That should be enough."

"Then why don't you hurry up!"

The Sang Nu pushed Mo Xiyan towards the backyard, and directly walked to the gate of the main house, before she finally stopped, "Go in and change, I'll wait for you here."

Hearing her words, Mo Xiyan's head was filled with black lines.

Well, that's the end of it, isn't it?

Sigh, Mo Xiyan suddenly realised that being cared for might not necessarily be a good thing.

"Then grandma should come in and wait. It's very cold outside."

Mo Xiyan said as she pushed open the door and looked at Sang Nu.

"No need, just change it quickly and I'll wait for you here."

The Sang Nu said as he pushed her again, "Hurry up, after we're done changing, we still have to go prepare dinner."

She saw that Mo Xiyan was alone, but she was holding a family banquet.

He thought that she definitely didn't have enough manpower, so he came early to help.

However, she had not told Mo Xiyan about this matter, she had only mentioned it to him.

So when Mo Xiyan heard her words, she was stunned for a second. "You're here to help me?"

"Nonsense. If I'm not helping you, why would I help a ghost?"

Sang Nu rolled his eyes at her, his tone full of ridicule.

"That's great. I was just thinking that I might be too busy."

Since the Sang Nu was willing to help, Mo Xiyan naturally wished for nothing more.

He immediately beamed with happiness.

"Done. Hurry up and change your clothes. Stop wasting time."

Sang Nu urged her again.

Mo Xiyan bowed to the Sang Nu, then chuckled, "Yes, I'll go right now."

She directly entered the room and opened the wardrobe door. She casually picked out a piece of cotton clothing and quickly changed into it, leaving less than a minute before and after.

The clothes in the wardrobe were all bought by Zhang Ye.

As a butler, he was truly competent.

He didn't have a Discipline, and there was nothing he couldn't do.

This made Mo Xiyan think of a deacon from an anime she had seen before. That perfect black-haired deacon had caused her to be infatuated with him for a long time.

She had once dreamed of having such a deacon.

She really did not think that her wish to travel through time and space would actually come true.

Although Zhang Ye was not the perfect person in the anime, he was pleasantly surprised and satisfied that a mere mortal could do such a thing.

After changing his clothes, Mo Xiyan followed Sang Nu to the kitchen.

Zhang Ye had already started to process the wild game she brought back.

When he saw her, he directly asked, "Mistress, I've called all the villagers who participated in building the house over for dinner."

He bowed his head and continued: "Sorry, I made a decision without your consent."

"I don't blame you for that. It's just that I don't have enough ingredients."

Mo Xiyan rubbed her chin, thinking that if she were to go into the mountains and ask for more, would she be able to make it in time?

Or could it be to take something directly from space?

"Mistress, don't worry. I've already prepared the ingredients."

Seeing that she was troubled, Zhang Ye immediately said, "Yesterday, I thought about it, and decided to invite all of the villagers over, to be safer. I asked Li Zheng about this, and he also had the same intention, which was why I played it later."

Mo Xiyan nodded his head, "Yes, you did the right thing."

It was also because she had miscalculated.

Originally, everyone in the village was watching her. If she really only invited Li Zheng and Sang Nu, she might be drowned by their saliva tomorrow.

There might also be rumors of another version of her.

That was, she had hugged Li Zheng's thigh, and more importantly, she might even tell him that she was close to Mo Zhengyang?

After all, Sang Nu had seen the two of them with his eyes before.

If she was like this, then what about others?

Would she be able to write a book under the name of the murder caused by dinner?

It was just that there was something unfortunate about this. She initially wanted to make some special dishes for everyone, but it seemed that she had failed.

It wasn't that she was unwilling to cook, but that the dish was extremely expensive. Currently, the ingredients were already in a tight spot. If she were to waste any more of it, it would truly be unsightly.

After all, there's only three or four dishes on the table when you treat someone to a meal, right? That's too ugly.

Sang Nu pushed Mo Xiyan who was in a daze and said with a smile, "What are you waiting for? "If we don't hurry up, the guests will only be able to drink the northwest wind."

"The northwest wind is nice. If everyone drinks too much, they might not be afraid of the cold."

Mo Xiyan was pushed away by her, regained her senses, and lightly blinked her eyes at Sang Nu, then said: "I'm not afraid, it's not yet noon, we should be able to get up from now, and by nightfall it will definitely be alright."

With that, she squatted beside Sang Nu and began to process the vegetables together with him.

Her movements were extremely skilled, and she didn't seem like a Prime Minister's Estate who lived like a prince.

Sang Nu couldn't help but frown. The reason she asked Mo Xiyan to prepare the ingredients was also because she wanted to teach her how to cook in the first place.

She had originally thought that since she was from the Shangguan Family, she would not return to the capital.

If he didn't return to the capital, he would most likely marry a man nearby.

Since he was from nearby, he couldn't cook or do household chores.

But what she never thought of, not only did Mo Xiyan not need her to teach him, she had even done well.

From the looks of it, Mo Xiyan's life in the residence of the prime minister was indeed tragic to behold.

Thinking to this point, the look in Sang Nu's eyes had already changed from one of shock to one of pity and heartache.

Zhang Ye was just like her, greatly shocked.

He never thought that Mo Xiyan would be this skilled.

Suddenly, out of the three people in the kitchen, two of them stopped what they were doing due to shock. Only Mo Xiyan was left quickly processing the vegetables.

When she was done with the vegetables, she raised her head and looked at them. She could not help but be taken aback, "What happened?" Is there something on my face? "

"Nope." Sang Nu shook his head, "Poor child, what kind of days have you lived in the past?"

After saying that, she pulled Mo Xiyan up and pushed her out of the kitchen, "There's no need for your help here today, go back into your room and rest well."

"No need, you two won't make it in time." Mo Xiyan was helpless by Sang Nu's sudden action, "I'm not a miss anymore, there's no need to be so formal."

She had originally wanted to persuade Sang Nu, but she didn't expect that her simple words would not only make him even more insistent on sending her back to bed.

Even Zhang Ye stood by the Sang Nu's side.

"Mistress, you should listen to Sang Nu and return."

Saying that, he paused for a moment before continuing, "Besides, who would work with a servant? "You don't want others to laugh at this servant of mine?"

Under the perseverance of the two, Mo Xiyan could only leave the kitchen and return to her room to rest.

He didn't know what was going on with the two of them, but they had actually chased her back all of a sudden.

But that's fine.

Mo Xiyan called out Qing Qing and Little White, telling them to guard outside the house to not let any random person in.

He entered the space and planned to take advantage of this opportunity to sort things out.

Before she finished, Qing Qing called out from outside.

She had to leave the space and return to the house.

"Miss Lin, wake up. Come out and have some lunch before you go to sleep."

Sang Nu's voice came from outside the house.

"Hey, it's coming."

Mo Xiyan tidied up her clothes and quickly walked out of the room.

After following Sang Nu to the living room, she realized that the lunch was unexpectedly luxurious.

It looked like it was not something that the Sang Nu could do.

She moved closer to smell it and felt its fragrance. From this, she became even more sure that it was not done by Sang Nu.

After all, she had stayed with her family for a period of time. She was very clear about her cooking skills.

Even if there were any reservations in the dishes, it was impossible for a bird gun to be used in exchange for a cannon.

Thinking up to here, she tilted her head and asked directly, "Granny, who cooked these dishes?"

"Your nose is really sharp." Sang Nu smiled, "These dishes were all cooked by Fang's grandma, she has the best culinary skills in all eight miles of Eight Village."

As she spoke, her gaze paused for a moment, then she pointed in the direction of the living room's door. "That means everyone has arrived. She's here."